So gross…
regress…
So cold…
confess…
nothing…
is left…
my last…
breath…
Look inside my eyes and cry.
Peel off the skin and lick.
Shattered bones and dreams between.
A mess of sins and broken limbs.
I’ve got a secret but I won’t tell.
All who know are confined to hell.
Nothing’s alright, nothing is well.
My final test barely upheld.
Punish me for my grotesque being, only I refrain from feeling.
In pain on the ground kneeling, reaching towards the blood ceiling.
Reach to high Heaven rejected, then make Hell a Heaven of one’s making.
Desire the undesirables, love the unloved.
Penance for the sinless, praise for the scorned.
Worship the decadent, praise the malformed!
To say I’m no longer human, it must mean I’m more!
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