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intro
01:42
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poe
01:43
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POE
I want my death to be monetized
Each cent going into the wallet of a bootlegger
The search for fame will be complete
I know it
true artistry will bury alongside me
Paychecks only last a couple days
This wallet can no longer pay bills with attention
I want my death to be advertised
Each person finally knowing my name
The rent will be paid with my corpse
One hundred years is the test of time
I should be in the club with the elite
I am only a man
Lusting after the impossible
With the bottle
as my murderer
Facedown in the muddy street
I want my death to be romanticized
have every person obsess over my life
let me feel the warm love I craved
when my heart was still beating
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3. |
rock bottom
01:17
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ROCK BOTTOM
moments like these
is when I wish I didn’t
stop smoking meth
it's so impossibly sad
I can't even afford a
drug addiction
my pantry shelves are as
empty as my stomach
these apartment walls stay up
as my dignity lowers
selling my corpse for scraps
and picking up face down pennies
I was meant to be more
then a walking skeleton
at least when I was fueled
with deteriorating chemicals
there was a reason
for my starvation
other than poverty
lusting over cravings
that have expired in me
and rotted years ago
the same craving for
my wallet to be
burnt to a crisp
fantasying about my lungs seizing
and the coughing that
rattles deep in your bones
the vibrations
oh, how I miss the vibrations
that accompany euphoria
with a greeting card
signed from both of them
eyes rolling like a stone
to shed the parasitic moss
that encapsulates me
I can almost taste it on my tongue
the taste of
battery acid
rat poison
burnt aluminum
and pleasure
I need to feel ecstasy again
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4. |
pig
01:28
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PIG
clock out at 10 pm
take off my boots
leave my clothes on the floor
slide into my bed like a pig in mud
dive headfirst into comfort
cuddle the alcoholic stains
wallow in my filth
marinate in my personal slime
and become one with the butchered foam
pissing into bottles
adding to my collection
proudly display them like
a rare collector's item
but I don't know why I’m so proud
the lights have burnt out a long time ago
the darkness is a secret privilege
I never want to catch a glimpse
of myself in the mirror
I let the dust pile up on the glass
so my image is distorted
but I know what I look like
as I sit in my hideous beauty
sink into the off white void
this is my happy place
leave me alone
tomorrow might be better
but probably not
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5. |
cloud chasing
01:39
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CLOUD CHASING
I have to stop chasing clouds.
I wasn’t very good at it, to begin with.
the riches that pour out of them
isn’t a promise – it’s a taunt.
running in place for years
gets exhausting.
when you chase clouds
your body gives up
but they hand out coin sparingly
enough to force you to continue.
your skeleton creaks and roars
with every transaction.
the thunder in the fog
is a warning – remember that.
clouds don’t want to be tamed.
they will evaporate with the slightest touch.
when you’re about to capture a cloud
approach with caution.
them clouds have poison
within their heavenly fibers.
smog will creep inside of your lungs
infect you directly from within
and corrupt you even deeper than that.
your soul is what they are after.
the tantalizing clouds hate you.
but you keeping chasing.
forever.
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6. |
friend request
00:49
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FRIEND REQUEST
the cockroaches and flies
are the only friends on my guest list
the only friends that visit
when I’m sick
when I’m alone
when I’m needing someone to talk to
my favorite one is Bob
he is a cockroach
or maybe he is a she
I tried to add them on Facebook
but they haven’t accepted my
friend request yet
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7. |
heart shaped maggots
00:54
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blue lips
purple eyes
beauty is only six feet deep
entwined in darkness
I wish to be
like maggots
I will gladly
slither inside your casket
wiggle my inhuman shape
get lost underneath your hide
inside your shell is where I reside
burrow into your heart
mend the pieces
back together
from the inside
my tongue is baptized
with your flavor
I can't wait to binge
on your carcass like wine
get drunk and stumble
because you are mine
swirling in my head
your earthly realm
has become my shrine
stain my teeth
dirty my knees
dig deeper and deeper
rescue you from the muddy black
and find my treasure
I am willing to unearth you
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8. |
mutation
03:07
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damon reynolds Kingsville, Texas
graveyard poet
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