Elagabalus
I stand on the edge of your world peering into this seamless void hoping wanting waiting fearing and step along the eggs I created exasperated venomous torture spews onto my life muscle tearing debilitating complicating and being the design of end for days months weeks hours I spill crumbling mumbling tumbling you created this I created this society god television motion picture candles social networks surgery is it all an effect is what an effect do I affect is this the defect how many souls have you taken how many do I fear that I have taken I dont hate you I dont dislike you I dont hate or dislike me but I want us both to want to hate and dislike me I am cancer I am your cancer I am societies answer to masturbatory fantasy that stars no one trapped in this vortex swirling deciphered cryptic nonsense I find the key I destroy the key systematic adulatory words transcribed framed ordained signed contaminated and then desecrated balled up in my orgasmic soul I seek follow lie die try is it me is it me who was that moving on crystal shards charcoaling thin sleeves of life drawing out a manifesto a struggle your struggle your story counting I live to achieve a goal turning lifes miniseries into a Boolean ideology using this to complicate what one would deem simple so I speak I tell I yell I whisper losing those that hear dyslexic retribution forced prayer to a striped god I find all that complicated I cant see this I cant feel this retract we must restructure positioned pole thump thump thumping waiting for another white lie to candy a not lie everything thing is discovered everything is recovered I dont want to be you I want to feel you lose it in me distaste disgust refueled I will relate to your minds eye I lost my organ where is my organ am I man without you my wee little organ can someone find my organ please wont someone think of the organs again we go back to our stories I hide mine this is not about a lie this is not about moral its all about returning to the other theme cancer driven in me hate disease struggling fighting redesigning rebuilt sculpted fresh and new key dropped vortex re-swirls again trapped in the notion that I find I respect you I hate you are my disease you are my friend you are my creator let me be your cancer.
I stand on the edge of your world peering into this seamless void hoping wanting waiting fearing and step along the eggs I created exasperated venomous torture spews onto my life muscle tearing debilitating complicating and being the design of end for days months weeks hours I spill crumbling mumbling tumbling you created this I created this society god television motion picture candles social networks surgery is it all an effect is what an effect do I affect is this the defect how many souls have you taken how many do I fear that I have taken I dont hate you I dont dislike you I dont hate or dislike me but I want us both to want to hate and dislike me I am cancer I am your cancer I am societies answer to masturbatory fantasy that stars no one trapped in this vortex swirling deciphered cryptic nonsense I find the key I destroy the key systematic adulatory words transcribed framed ordained signed contaminated and then desecrated balled up in my orgasmic soul I seek follow lie die try is it me is it me who was that moving on crystal shards charcoaling thin sleeves of life drawing out a manifesto a struggle your struggle your story counting I live to achieve a goal turning lifes miniseries into a Boolean ideology using this to complicate what one would deem simple so I speak I tell I yell I whisper losing those that hear dyslexic retribution forced prayer to a striped god I find all that complicated I cant see this I cant feel this retract we must restructure positioned pole thump thump thumping waiting for another white lie to candy a not lie everything thing is discovered everything is recovered I dont want to be you I want to feel you lose it in me distaste disgust refueled I will relate to your minds eye I lost my organ where is my organ am I man without you my wee little organ can someone find my organ please wont someone think of the organs again we go back to our stories I hide mine this is not about a lie this is not about moral its all about returning to the other theme cancer driven in me hate disease struggling fighting redesigning rebuilt sculpted fresh and new key dropped vortex re-swirls again trapped in the notion that I find I respect you I hate you are my disease you are my friend you are my creator let me be your cancer.