The only spirit I want to house within me is my own.
God sounds like a necromancer.
I’m broken and I need
Nothing. I need no one. Or rather, I need too much. I hate that I need anything at all.
If it takes forever, I’ll die trying to abstain.
Where did all the flowers go? Some time passing.
Once were all open, now they’re dead or forgotten.
I should go away, but how far off into the distance?
I try to escape, but it doesn’t matter how far
For they follow me, like I’m a dream.
And it starts all over again… I corrupt their once pure hearts.
I’m mended, or amended,
Nobody. I need no more. Or rather, I need too little. I hate that I feel anything at all.
If it takes forever, I’ll die trying to erase the essence of me.
Upstart. Downpour. Upstream. Download.
Bury me, bully. Locked heads, totoro.
Impaled through the soul,
My solar plexus bleeds ichor.
The black hole son was a daughter.
The yellow rays, her bile.
Empty me, make me forget.
I wish to negate my wake again.
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