Needed efforts of a numbed mind feeding to attack the wicked while only creating conflict inside themselves. Search for not only the truth, but for the correct way to fight. Simple but impossible tasks spouted for good with unstable instructions that must be given scaffolding by the common man.

Drinks of ivory and crimson feed the Unkempt witness that screams and begs with the creaking of its rusted joints Might the words of circuits and wires build a soul for those who have none? Not yet will we see that metallic angel, only it's corporate brothers searching for crumbs that they can't eat

Robotic eyes watch as I attempt to release the flow that holds in my joints.
Make me hurt so I may know pleasure.
Feed me the oil you burn for your warmth.
I am tired, I am starving, I am begging.

Help me or let me die in front of the robotic eyes

The sound of the common makes the temples of gods shake and crumble in disgust

Mushmouth mind melting mushrooms multiply my mixed meaty migrained mug

The deaf eyes scroll the broken black void that cannot be seen for what it is. The lonely unbroken feeling of screaming for help in a street full of careless monks. Find me a way to burn the truth into my skin so that I may be useful.

Mindless stressors build catacombs in the foggy effort of a fatigued nightmare that wishes of a dream

Stiffened pain that tastes sickly sweet in the hands of my lovers soils the softened mind of the small concrete thread

Salt ridden face
And which that
brings light also drys
The slick joy that cascades from the palms of its purple flesh
Bathe me in your liquid

Seeping bright pink
cuts through the thickness
of my eye without pulsing
the erotic dot

The written word melts the hollow mind,
Feeding the mechanical hound behind,
The data feeding brings forth the hollow mind with little spark

I blind myself to hide the orange visage of incompetence and hate

The twisted noises of silent screams melt the pinkish-grey comforts as to build a library

Find the false idols welted into the side of those who spread kindness out of fear

The savior craved has not skin of the mind

Clean me with fire,
For I wish to see the silver vanish from my wrists

Bright blues fill with warmth as the boiling of our cancerous flesh festers where we bathe