… tastes of blood and bone, always delectable. The poor thing, fifteen I think. A syringe in the arm quelled his suffering, quenched my thirst. Immunosuppressants feel so cold when trickled up a vein. They kick in and so do I, the sunshine of night holds me glee, oh holds me as I hold him. I can almost squeeze his beating heart, feel it writhe and wriggle… heartbeat meat is my main career ambition. But I always rid the starvation when I get to the ropes, onion rings as he intended, his recipe lost but my quenched thirst.
And please - to call me a cannibal! I’m merely doing God’s work.
(DEMOS: unfinished prompts I will not be finishing)
Hey [beep], you awake? Don’t worry, I’m up. Even though I’m wading, Neck deep in this rut. I don’t know why You keep up this lie You know it’s false And it ruins my life You say you care, Then set me aflame With your name given Just to cause me pain.
[beep]? Yes, Sir. He’s present, he’s here Kept alive by your memory Made out of hate, I fear Why be me, I plea Just stop this lie Just let me be me Oh give over please Just let me be free
(End of demo 1, I will likely be post in a few of these every time I lose interest in a prompt. My auto saves have been full for months now and it’s time to empty it)
My mental health has been declining recently. Months of pain, building up. Each smile drops in the bucket of a wisdom I build for myself. Each day which has gone by, I find myself telling me “it’s fine,” like a coping mechanism gaslighting me into believing I’m happy.
Here’s a well kept secret of mine, which should not be a secret no longer: I cannot cry.
I like to think I’m a pretty smart person: always maxing out IQ tests, best in the class, know-it-all-philosopher. I tend to think highly of myself almost too often, but not like it’s not normal. It’s a little known fact that smart people get depressed easier, most people can’t make sense of it, logically of course. Smart people live by logic, depression thrives against it. They think they can fix their problems by logic.
And we suffer when we cannot.
I like to think I’m a pretty emotional person: most people I know call me erratic and energetic, and “a lot” at times— there’s just a certain vibe to me. I like honesty, kinda had that burned into me even though I still fall back into decade old habits like a bungee jumper.
Yet I can’t show my show to the world. Inner workings aren’t working and I find myself lurching to the opportunity to text to talk and to use characters to build one of my own. Yet when I’m happy, it hurts to make myself smile.
So when I’m in silence, alone with company— So when I’m in safety, alive if barely— When I express my burdens- trials and tribulations, why is it I do so only with a yawn and a smile, a guarantee of a full night’s 2 hour rest.
At a point, “it’s alright” is never alright: Denial of the problem at hand, so let me ask you this question of wether everything goes as planned to the sewer rats and city cats who fight for dominion over land. Do you think you are a feline hunting down your horrors and making a beeline for self-fulfilment of perhaps a mouse poser while they tell you you’re a loser, you’re a beggar not a chooser, and must run from the dark in the light.
Do you question ever wether you help for them or for you- for the clarity of mind that makes you feel good- feel like a hero here though you won’t save any days for justice, just great-ness, and so what do we do when our anchor- made of foam and our lifeline’s chain of gold is warping under thumb? Do we give up when your help is not enough, or do we fight for a better day to come?
We will know when we realise “it’s alright” isn’t enough.
From the river to the sea Damn you all, you and me Not a word in this time of need Friends massacred, lost at sea
Sea of blood and bones Filled by a Zion’s greed Evacuate at noon Daily, never be free
From the river to the sea Damn us all in this time of need For sitting in heaven with all liberty Not batting an eye to what the government calls
Democracy
Love against all odds fails with my proof Call me a sinna but I speak for the truth Demented speaker just hear to contrast you Because love is imperfect thru’n’thru
Don’t need no desires for nother kin Don’t need no child to lose freedoms win Don’t need no partner for hate seeds in Don’t need no love when time gives in
1 year anniversary 💜
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Count
Once an annum
Comes a day
Far gone
Count twice
Days long past
Return
Ways lost fast
Return
Count thrice
Write with a word
Speak and yearn
Expression
Earn
Blossoms
Count again fourth
Bloom
Record our doom
Shout to sky
Why
O
Why
Flowering gourmands
Blossom bosom
Gaudy plus-one
Shrivelled and died
Count again fifth on fourth
Season’s seed
Annum turning
Heat burn-burning
Burn to
Sweltering
Sword smelt-smelter-ing
Cherry on’th’cake
Count a sixth damn sake
Bid back to break
Hurtling pain
Curdling frame
Sharp sting
Shell
Un-
Tame
Grow’n up soulless
Fall’s down soulless
“Meetin er magesty”
Anniversary’s magesty,
Born to death
Birth in’n’to death
Counting’ seventh
Loss is wicked
Fruitless rot
Pearl carpet stop
Write demon’s game
Hating angels
Bear through flames
Wicked smile
Season left
-again-
-again-
Try my game
Counting eighth
Season gone,
Left-un-changed
Return to time
Not on time
Too late
Guilt’s weight
Pray than-x
Crucifi-x burns hands
Eating a Queen
Apathy’s freein’
Mediocrity ‘n wait
Guilt’s grey paint
The cat’s call jovial
The past calls great
Blood’d sea’spray
Time lies ‘n wait
The time is now
Anniversaries are great
Sorry - made you an annum wait
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Thank you for one year on this platform 💜
I’m truly glad to be here!
Scissors make a clean cut Striking, smooth, hard to the touch Mishandle your clutch. Paper cut.
To rip, to take. Divide in two. Unclean and rough, disappointed in you. Unkempt grip, try too hard.
Shred and make a mess. Dispose of some, lose the rest. Not your turn, maybe for the best.
Hold and tear. Yell out divide. There’s no time in sin’s city For you or for I.
They say speak when you see More corporal, more capital Don’t take her for granted You’re lucky to be so free
But they don’t speak about All the death they cause And they celebrate their clout cuz’ Mall would look great here
Bleed the reeds and Shun the weeds who Actually precede the Nation you knead You don’t need But you be The enemy you Promise to bleed
They say speak when you see And take neighbours out of beds Because in Nazi America Closed mouths don’t get fed
Don’t wake in the world Where the trees all died Don’t tell the world How we all lied
Don’t tell of sickness Of villages, no riches Sleep in suburbia Heaven’s North Korea
Don’t wake from the dream Continue living lucid A world we all designed Like drinking down the acid
Don’t tell the truth To those who love lies Maintain the facade Honesty cries