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Yield I


Another moon is here and I wonder why things are how they are, now.
Where did I go wrong?
Regrets Regret Regrets.
Misinterpretations keep me awake
I know I could, but I canít, go to sleep.
I drag you in, and pull you long,
Mentally, I murder you.

You are skewed and stretched across my ceiling; I poke at you corpse to see the confusion in your eyes.
I slit your bound wrist and savor your final breathes
As I strangle you slowly.
Beautiful bite marks on your thigh turn blue after some days.
Every night I sleep with you
Every morning I am exhausted.
You lay so silently; Iím consumed with envy.

Soon this becomes rage.
Soon youíre disengaged
And returned to soil.
In a few months you will decay to a point of lizards, rats, maggots worms and whatever the fuck there else is in my backyard.

In this time I shall finally sleep, until I begin to dream again.

I awake one morning, agitated by one such dream,
Your corpse is now dry and disfigured, polluting my bed with dirt and rotted flesh.
In my head this is boring, the sum of events corning you now seem like a complete waste of time, soon enough I forget about the past insomnia and my past wanting for you.
You are dead, you are nothing.
There are no more memories , the fucking drugs took them all away, thank the drugs you fucking absolute piece of shit laying on my bed, thank the drugs you dead bitch.


Regrets Regret Regrets

And youíre dead, you were going to die anyways,
Is this not rational?
Can you hear me, you dead bitch.

You have governed my life,
Made my memories, created my thinking
Destined my actions.
You have made me, me!
Everyone has created me,
I am not I,
You are not even you fucking self.
I have no fucking will!
No conscious, no being.
I am just a congregation of people,
Dead people, people around me, TV.,
people I donít even know, you,
all of you.
A congregation of people in a shell, a human child forced to analyze strange voices while fighting off primal instincts.

kill what angers.
Think before you act?!!
What the fuck am I suppose to think about?
You?? Why ?
Thatís just being conceited.

You are dead,
Time is nothing, you where dead yesterday and youíll be dead tomorrow,
All we have is now ,
And now , youíre dead.

I am you.
And all you are is shit, shit on my bed.
Everything around me is shit,
Shit that we have leaked form our mouths
Shit that we have allowed to leak from our minds
Shit that has slipped through our hands, as we touch and destroy everything.

I am on a globe of spinning shit and it making me dizzy, itís making me high, and it will never stop.



------
jdjb


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