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Easy emptiness 

On gray mornings

There is no silence 

Just a lot of noise

Indistinguishable 

Listening 

For voices

That just aren’t there

Long gone

Dead lovers 

And empty 

Friends 

Faces barely painted on

It’s not their fault though

It’s just how it is

Not enough 

Benedictions

---

bring it back

to the moments

 before

fractured

only searching

for a release

crucifixion

ejaculation

either way

become the

broken

god

that reaches 

for heaven

found

in between legs

and on the lips

of whores

and virgins 

 who are one in the same

screaming into the night

about things 

probably 

better left unsaid

passions

and

perversions

laughter

and what we wished

was madness

  such a mess

and its home

the gutter

the broken

all around you

failed deals with god

and the devil doesnt care

because none of us are worth it

the hell weve made

far cruler

than the myth

endless days

the same

repeating

all you get 

is a different 

graphic tee

maybe brief moments

of illusion

of respite

that never quite 

satisfy

so we seek to fill

to find those 

brief moments

to remind ourselves

that we are the gods

of legend

and lore

those whispers

of  beauty and dread

forgotten and made mortal

to suffer the fate of our

once terrified congregations

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Never cared for 

Your institutions

Unnecessary steps

Encouraged heartbreak

Baffling 

never made no damn sense 

I’ve seen what you deem decent

No decency among you

Its been used up

Like everything else

Wrung fucking dry

But hey,

You made a buck huh?

Good good.

Hey you got a match? 

I wanna try something real quick.

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