it’s me
I did it again
I made a cunt of myself
for no real reason
that spike through my heart
the faulty adrenal gland
sent acidic transmissions
through my mind and body
I could tear my skin off, fuck!
I spiraled on terrible trajectories
like that moth in the bathroom
on its fatal final flight
an elongated spasm racked
and viciously surged
with a reckless head load of poison
acrid in my mouth
my words have cancer
cutting words, killing words
no balance attenuated
or room for reason
all passive strategy
lies in wait for the unwary
then pounces ferocious
into the maelstrom
fuck you!
fuck you
and fuck you too
I’ll smash your face in
eat your entrails for breakfast
tear the stars from their sockets
and grind them to dust
don’t come in
I did something nasty
I damaged my being
with psychotic clubs
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