Lascerations
Blue lines,
heavy and thick
with carbonated blood;
sweet with sugar,
filled with acid,
and rotting compilation -
Red cuts through,
lascerating the perfet blue structures
with smiling malice.

Malevolence screams
her appraisal.
"You were saying?"
Antagonistic self-deprication:
Faults lie rotting and crumbling
beneath the abstract realization
that Nihilism is fantasy
and non-existent.
"Just like 'there is no spoon,' right?"

Cry as if tears
carry more than saltwater.
The oceans of earth
are surrounding us,
drowning us,
because too many people
cry over a dropped ice cream cone.
"Cry me a river," they said,
but you overexaggerated.

Do we depend on each other?
Or are we sucking each other dry?
Nothing between us
beyond red tape.
Sickness is upon us.
Fuck, just let me die.
Follow the rules of Darwinism
and become cold
to the fact that you lost me.
You're crying again, aren't you?

The reason the earth is dying
is because people are too compasionate -
or selfish.
The world is threaded together
with fine lines:
Brilliance and Madness;
Bravery and Stupidity;
Love and Hate.
Such contradiction, isn't it? -
Love flowering on beauty
and bordering on poisonous hate.

Hold the bucket
while I eject my vomit
and these sickly body fluids
coarsing through me,
rubbing raw the walls of frailty.
This is just a finer art
of rambling like a four-year-old.
Brilliance
encased in neverending thoughts.
Conclusion?
What do you mean, conclusion?
Fuck you.

Plastic tanned porcelain dolls;
whatever happened to just people?
Find me naked beneath the stars,
bleeding,
but human.
It seems unnatural
that porcelain can bleed.
But this is the world we live in:
one of unnaturality;
A simple abstract loss of thought -
God I'm hungry.