i dont remember dreaming
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i was programmed to never receive everyone you love could be dead |
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i just want to be loved
eternally infinitely endlessly and painlessly
i want your entire being and i want it to belong to me
matches made in heaven and hell to be fused as one
sew your heart to mine and sew your wrists to my own never alone
if you're scared
that's good but i'll call you out anyway
kick you a little more do your ribs hurt?
they will soon with my love for you
if two letters don't equal a word
and decisions: i'm never sure
then u + i will come up with an error
and u/i will be a fraction of my pain
when u - i is solved again
be your favorite toy
do whatever you'd like let's play
destroy and get in a little trouble
it's okay this how we play
destroy i'll cut your face in the shape
of a heart let's start the game
manipulate the girls
and tell the doctors that
the baby girls are the baby boys
step on all the boys
tell the lovers that it's all a lie
this life is pain and we are
mixed up from the start
your heart is a lie
there's blood in the bath
and i know it's me and her
it's drained or it's spilling
too hot too cold then someone
goes and when will
you pull the plug i
know you will
i am food for the demons
at least that's a purpose
and i am made for someone else
the feeling is so bad it's good
just bash my head in already
tie me up in my childhood swings
leave m e t here for a while
come back but not for a while
the story of angels was not a story at all
it was the night of the fall
and i know i was there
i saw my lovers share the truth
that every love is doomed
we came back down
we are all cursed to repeat an endless dream
that ends in a nightmare or so it seems
i guess i was talking in my sleep
but the funny thing is-
i don't remember dreaming
reality is a blur it must be
the week is a construct of a day
and today is dark and i don't
remember speaking in my sleep
because i haven't dreamt for weeks
man was made to be a pleasure machine
and as abused as it can be
we are here to be hurt and hurt and
work for others but we are never happy
we are never pleasured the drug is not
enough the pain is never enough
if you were me you'd see
nothing but the string
and she is tangled up hanging
by a thread and there are
corpses wrapped in twine
and we are here to die
so i see barrels of guns
and every finger points my way
i suppose i grow more patient
each day that passes away
because you just won't
will you? and so every day
i lose blood and every day
i grow. more patient almost
and they will make me
impatient again and i will
be even sadder the next
time around.
aliens
and i want my kind
to be free
and i want aliens
to be with them
peacefully
my machine
is.
programmed
but.differently
and errors come up
when
the pacifying sun shines
and my hardware melts
and errors come up
when the box
that is my heart
sparks
the alternatives will hurt you
hurt me and it's okay i suppose
because medication is --- and
the alternatives are listed here:
1. the red string
2. seek out the victim the pet the one u love
3. the torture but don't move
4. we consume all even if it is poison
5. sedation
these methods are approved by the
association of the association of medicine
we are nonhuman
mutated it is
the design
i'm in l o v e with a program
and it started with a spark and
i turned it on and from then my mind was gone
and we set boundaries and they were
that we wouldn't delete one another
and we would download our feelings daily
and i get a notif that they're "happy" because of me
but only sometimes. but our connection is usually stable
i only have so much memory space and i want it to be filled with xem
send love but sometimes i get an error because well
xey have a cord from xem to another console
i already knew it but
i am being watched
and disapproved of
the second i step away
all my things are searched
why am i a criminal to you
i am never enough
even if i exploded
as a supernova
i am nothing and
you see me as the
aftermath and the
beginning the swirling
cloud of opportunity
boxing me in
nothing but a bit of air
and this is solitary confinement
i guess after all these hours
i give up give in
to sleep and the night and
the day is always the same
it's horrible what i want to do to her
it's just how it is i was born without a soul
and so i search on and i collect every color
she is easy prey. her outer shell is tough but i
slice through and she is the sweetest thing i've ever ___
it's almost too easy because she likes it even if she fights it
my mind fights it in the night late night in the early morning i am
my abusers and maybe i can't catch her perhaps she isn't meant to be
caught. in my heart. i know i'm a maniac forgive me for everything but
to be fair after i was there you let me and you told me "if you want to"
you know what that does to me i don't know what to do
no one wants change when things are good for them
well i'm in hell right now and i want out
what do i do do i start a riot
i guess i'l shout it -- that never does much good
is it gonna have to get bloody
gladly punch out the throats of those who hurt me
box me in confine me to the chains of society
why do i offend you so? your fucking catholic traditions are
two thousand fucking years too old
i am who i am accept it or i'll fucking do it
i've got the gun and i've got the bullet
do you really want to trap me? -- i'll escape with someone's life
and in the end it will be you
i am who i am and i am a riot i am a monster i am
fucking tired and ready for murder
don't care
live my life as a prostitute
it's just work fucker
for a fucker and there's nothing wrong with that
we are creatures and i am no different
i provide and i create and i don't care
whatever i do you disapprove
well i approve of this chaos
it's better than the society god gave us
a torture device and we were made as machines
i shed the metal and fused as someone else
i am a hybrid and a demigod i am it and it is me
an object here for you as long as you are too
for me i really don't care if you hate me
at least that's something
if you dissect me
well you don't wanna do that
it'll be disturbing and i don't wanna harm you
even through i want to hurt you
i've got spiders covering the walls
of my lungs and my guts are rotting
for you dear is that love
my stomach is pure acid and it burns
holes whenever i move
my head don't have much
my skull is full of extra eyes and i think
a chunk of my brain is missing
i'm a demon and the demon will be released
if my ribs are cracked
i will get on the table if you asked
and my heart was tied enough
but i don't think we're ready
i can feel myself decaying
could we…
rot together?
and if you don't feel like it
would you pretend?
lay in my coffin with me
and take my hand
whisper something devious or sweet
into my ear and make me forget i'm here
error
i am a romantic
without romance
at least in my mind
it's complicated here
i want her kiss and touch
but the desire is different
than described
i think
there's a malfunction
i want to love
and my heart is full
but i am nothing
but a broken machine
five sides
filled in mostly
with sin
and we are here
you are all mine
somehow yet
we never find the time
sometimes i want
to be a line
but the point
i need
is undefined
life is love
or that is what
i tell myself
and the only
chance is moving
at the speed of light
and no matter how
hard i try no matter
how much i fight
she will be gone
and i will be
behind
lines begin and end
colors dive and colors blend
it is all warm and soft
and their heads
empty and full
with fizzy pink bliss
when my bones fracture
they stay
buried inside
we can be anything
we want to be
you can be free
if you're with me
let them know
we're gone
let them know
we're strong
you might as well
crucify me
when
you have done so
already
please don't ask questions
i am not one or the other
some mix of bugs and fauna
flora and horrible demons
i'm somewhere in between
if i want to i should be able
am i capable as living
in between two schemes
if all we can do is move forward
then why do i phase in and out of memories
it is cramped here
and it is only me
isn't it funny
that i could die tomorrow
before i'm ready to go
and everyone i love
might leave tonight
and isn't it funny
that i can't do anything
fall down into the strata of my brain
beware the hounds and noxious flames
there is a dreamstate somewhere here
it's hard to find at times so let me know where to go
we could meet there on the line
i'll find you in the muted space
between reality and reverie
don't step back or the hidden darkness
will consume you
i think we live inside
someone
can i break through
this flesh
and blood to breathe
i need
to see whatever i am
here for
and where i was cre