A genesis that mocks the mitigating defense of genius,
the decisive precipice at the crisis of his descent.

The poet’s breath whispers death,
an indulgence scarce of compliment.
A distasteful petition to repeal the monolith of devourment;

Chemical-induced clarity unlocks the boundaries,
inspiring epiphanies about the almighty regime.

Can these words reclaim the chasm of what’s left in this inept prophet?
The incessant scratching at parchment,
this expulsion of expression,
sacrificial spilling of ink to alleviate my sin.

It is time for this betrayed apostle
to be bereft from this delusion of dominion.
In his convoluted opinion,
it is his birthright to record the cataclysmic events of human tradition;
to record and narrate the innate
- dictate of man.
scrawl the cascading squalor that seeps from his every (aura)fice.
inflict some sort of moral scrutiny
masses plagued with ambiguity.

This horror is merely a desolate preface
to the atrocities that shall commence.

And if I am not here to bear witness,
and must relinquish this gift, I'll perish to the cosmic assignment.

However, I honestly fear, for the man who must inherit this
And if I must go, just bury my bones or ashes

beneath the fetid earth to grow,
allow my remains for our mother to sow.

Don’t bother with a headstone,
some sorry reclamation or monument to a story untold.
If they really want to know,
then decipher it from the text that I have bestowed.

My existential servitude is a sequence of satire.
I long for the warmth from my fucking funeral pyre.

The decomposition of my motivation.
The struggle between depression and intuition.
the choice between redundant decisions
or drug-induced diversions.

It is time for this betrayed apostle
to be bereft from this delusion of dominion.
In his convoluted opinion,
it is his birthright to record the cataclysmic events of human tradition;
to record and narrate the innate dictate of man

My insecurities have risen to the surface.
Please keep your distance, you do not deserve this.

the bottom of this bottle seems like an hourglass
an incomprehensible collapse
as i bury this barrel in my mouth
i pull the trigger back

My life has lost all purpose,
Can't you see that I'm not worth this.