Freedom and how to Avoid it.

He was immaculately conceived
a gaudy dress with a headful of garbage and leaves
Make way for the asphalt filling the spaces between you and me
Soaking up sundrops while I wait to dry up and fizz right out, finally.
A locust storm is approaching the horizon line, and today they're hungry for boy meat.
Flesh is picked and the demons grin underneath my skin,
But these things have failed to hurt me for quite some time.
How come it took 20 years for me to want to be alive?
A story of true passion becomes a pit of emptiness hanging on me.
Something needs to get out, but the birds in my throat sputter and choke while they
gradually tend to end my suffering.
A claw steps on my tongue, and I scream until the blood becomes hate, and the hate makes it all go away, laughing it off as I eat more creatures of the night
Such a shame that this pain becomes nothing more than a memory.
My face has twisted, brambling, and now I think of trees as I am hit with a homerun of explosive stomach debris.
I look to the black and envision white-hot nothingness consuming, consuming, consuming until-
I am free.