

WastedWelcome The Fool.Wasted
I Sit... My Eyes Closed Seeing More Than The Flesh Can Block Inside Confused Poised To Wretch Poisoned By This Wretchedness My Own Doing Of Which Only Now I Am Aware
Welcome To The Fool's Paradise.
Engrossed In My Illusions Yet Again The Gross of My Mistakes The Spiral Starts Spinning I Keep Falling The Id Keeps Grinning The Ego Wounded... Bleeding The Knife In My Hand... Again
Welcome To The Fool's Show.
There Are No Cuts No Scars But Still I Hear The Screaming &nbs


SickCalling in sick and showing up ill this illness is you your pessimism the subconcious seed this poison ivy grows wrapping around my throat yet choking us both.Sick
Nothingness is stale the point is moot this withered root extending towards this disease it sickens the seeds rotting the floor these bones crack open soon nothing more.


WormTime running slowly crawling and not patient Afixed to the next fix Paralyzed by ignorance following a shadow that moves underground Silent in movement but loud as a cannon when firing backwards Slowly drawing ire stoking, the coals. Crawl on your belly... you worm. Your loose lips sink nothing Sounds more like a toilet flushing. Concave like your soul your words? Meaningless. Confess. For there is no excuse for you but you can leave the table at any time As long as you can eat your own meal. Devour yWorm
How the hell are you, boyo?
~Zet
welcome to devart
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make me sad. make me mad. make me feel alright?
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