Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
south
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
remnants
when...
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
I...
I am the rage in the hearts of man,
With spider’s dark tendrils growing from my back,
I am the nexus of the multiverse’s despair,
I am the soulless who found a soul,
One covered in shattered glass and goats blood,
Unworthy for sunlight in the sun’s eyes,
With head too ugly for the Dullahan to claim,
Soul too decayed to be buried in pigshit,
Frankenstein’s monster took a piss on me,
And I was born to deserve it,
And nothing more.