Rise!wild fury enters a monstrous voidthe tubes of a sterile universe impending punishment onit's toysthe sanctity of cleansing in the icy waters of focusthe sound of paper tearing down it's middle,all important positions nullifiedthe innocent were the fucked that fucked the systemA faithless brute now coughing in mudthe tangible tongue is wet with bloodrise!A toothless whale meets the great white shark,swallows it whole and sends it into the darkno one knew that a crowd unarmed,could eat the flesh of a bulletproof vestyou are a stranger, in a cage full of strangers,that have been living together for hundreds of yearsyou are a vicious cycleof mindless matterrotting on the foam of a melting couchwho do you want to be?who do you want to be?rise!You fattened piece of meat,you want only what you think you can get,so you life is shit!so your life is shit!Banging heads against the treadmillcalves sweating impatiencecold panic attacks, pine needles shedding on the fores
Other GirlsWhy are all these girls writing poems about skin?Like, omg I'm so ugly, please love me while I cut deeper in?Everything's about no fear and no pain,healing and looking at yourself in the mirror again,and when it's not about self-sacrifice or some hormonal self-assurance fight,it's a boy that hurt some feelings, like "what? a penis doesn't have a brain?I thought he said he loved me just like the rest of the football team!"Why are all these girls musing over themselves?Do you know how fucking boring it is to read,"I thought he loved me I think he fucked me I thought I loved me but I cut my wrists, see?"Don't you have a dead uncle, or a fucked up friend? Don't you have a conflicted co-workeror a sexually confused boyfriend?Because you're line-art eyeliner and salty tears don't mean shit on the other side of the computer screen, keep it in the journals,write us poems about other girls.