6.23

The lights go out

a scent of fumes

a sense of doom

creeping into your lonely cold

sucking your own body luminescence

is it a dream? is this the real deal?

or is it just another sucker in…

an acidic nueme singing

a tale of a man you ain’t

driving you crazy, certifiably mad

on & on & on & on & on & on

unaccompanied solitary neutron

just another crazy doodad

feasting upon a blood meal

…the specter factory

oh please. this feeling

makes you want to crawl back in the womb

quickly quickly arriba andele arriba zoom

a radiance drought.

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