Prolapstriumph
Bluelighter
<<I found these shits scribbled on a sheet of non-handed in math 'homework' from a binder i had in grade ten, which as i just turned nineteen would be about four years ago? yea late night and im fulla drugs, gimme a break...>>
"Sacred warmth, Still mental weather"
Wallow in narcotic dreamstate,
the bruised heavens hide forgotten space,
filter condensed time.
Meandering callously,
yet lacking will to seek.
No beauty in this sacred warmth,
sanctuary from deepest malcontent.
You'll find no beauty,
under this tainted sky,
This chemical impression will suffice.
"Beast Without"
This beast, so poignant in deceit,
does he exist, vessel manifest?
A vehicle propelled by consciousness,
or forsaken drone, misguided and somber?
Has he the most basic notion,
flooded by black and white duality?
This is, perhaps, the mark of the beast.
He hastily strides towards singular cause,
is he to be adored?
"Converge, Why not?"
Immersion in a potent brine,
caution and ideas of love,
polar affection, cured by the sun.
Relieving ambient mood shift,
corrode these neurotic pillars,
we'll weave into the abstract.
Free this idea, open your eyes
to the blinding ache.
To close them would insult this
unnameable aesthetic.
Mutual acidic magnetism.
"Sacred warmth, Still mental weather"
Wallow in narcotic dreamstate,
the bruised heavens hide forgotten space,
filter condensed time.
Meandering callously,
yet lacking will to seek.
No beauty in this sacred warmth,
sanctuary from deepest malcontent.
You'll find no beauty,
under this tainted sky,
This chemical impression will suffice.
"Beast Without"
This beast, so poignant in deceit,
does he exist, vessel manifest?
A vehicle propelled by consciousness,
or forsaken drone, misguided and somber?
Has he the most basic notion,
flooded by black and white duality?
This is, perhaps, the mark of the beast.
He hastily strides towards singular cause,
is he to be adored?
"Converge, Why not?"
Immersion in a potent brine,
caution and ideas of love,
polar affection, cured by the sun.
Relieving ambient mood shift,
corrode these neurotic pillars,
we'll weave into the abstract.
Free this idea, open your eyes
to the blinding ache.
To close them would insult this
unnameable aesthetic.
Mutual acidic magnetism.

