Any Volunteers?

Such dirty little orphans,
Such a quiet place,
Sometimes
I hope to be despised,
And I swallow each crumb
Falling from their mouths

III

Laying face down in a snowstorm
I'm not as naked;
I'll wear you like a nightgown
...

Facing those who seek purity,
Takes a Day to day courage,
As I often feel misplaced
...

Once again the masses chant to
cut off these idle limbs
Swollow each breath my brothers
...

Crossing Paths "Philosophy"

There is no true knowledge to be gained. No answers lie in my forgetful mind, though I've searched for them. No luminous truth is exalted in the sky of my world; my world does not resemble the place in which we live. It isn't made up of optimists and liars, but of men who are truly free. If you didn't care what people thought of you, you could have anything you wanted. You would be free. But you can't stop caring, somehow I've managed. Even as I'm judged for my world I feel better the further I dig my heels into it. I don't mind being hated. One day I'll have to watch my world burn. After all— that is the point, the end, the greater purpose, to watch my world be destroyed with all of you locked inside. After all, I've spent enough time burning in yours. It's your turn.

Don't Say You're Sorry

Tonight, everything hurts worse,
My fingers crack and curl inward
To make two eager fists,
Bare-knuckles to bleed it out.
You'll feel better
When you can't feel any worse,
Or when you cannot feel.
My temple is rotting,
My Body, a wasteland.
Watch me burn.
And love me.

More Innocent Place

Her lips taste like 6:00 in the morning
During a cool summer rain;
The world is a better place when I'm asleep in it,
A more innocent place.
(unfinished)

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i think we're all better off not knowing the truth.