#Nihilism colors my world like a wet mop

[i-cant-believe-its-not-silk]

Gender Is A Fuck

Like an entity of barbed wire wrapped in blooming flowers

I’m a guy creature that likes to sit down in hot showers

Like wire mother getting railed by the mother cloth

I turn of my lamps because I’m too afraid of moths 

A typhoon of gritty spite and gentle touches

I could rend metal apart when I get those mucnhes’

Dont touch my fucking pasta or I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SCRUMPLE YOUR SKELETON LIKE I’M A GOD DAMNED MEAT GRINDER.

The mind scape is canon now if you ever need a reminder 

Fictional death threats and insincere compliments the ultimate zero sum

Silent and heavy but also demonically screeching at the heavens to come get some

The sequel to sex

Nothing everywhere all the time trapped just beneath my skin

Feline hysteria crawling just behind my eyes one with my kin

Honest opinions and bleeding sarcasm

Fine tuned instruments and cataclysmic chasms

Infinite in my fragility still sprinting towards my enemies

Soaring towards the clouds looking for a remedy

A futile fuck you to entropy the struggle is the point.

A feeling of lazy anxiety like I smoked a fucking joint

Like wearing a layered mask of survivable insanity

Heat death rivaled only by my crippling profanity

I don't wear a watch 

Gender is kind of botched