Submissions by hack3rcmv

I want nothing more than to tear into my skin
To catch the mortal dragon through means of nail and claw
But what else can I do when I know ecstasy is just below the surface
The torn remnants glistening so perfectly, a physical faux pas

It tortures me, but I can never stand it's absence for too long
I wear the soreness and scar tissue like a taxidermied buck head
My skin the stretch of wall above the fireplace in this cabin called fever
I can feel it reaching up from the dermis, it likes to watch me quiver

And I owe it all to you,
The itch I cannot...

I never understood the industry of autonomy
Until your essence deconstructed my concept of self-pity
It is with your influence that I am free
I have found myself in you

You have invaded the shaker that is my thoughts
Leaving a hole where you once stood
A reverence complex in it's place
Decisive in my action I set plausibility in motion
Rolling vicariously, paying no mind to the trail of dead
Left in your wake

Am I a victim of this consumption?
Fallen pray to the acidic influence that is your intimacy?
I can only dream.

i want to express everything i ever tried to as eloquently as words allow, and i want to impress my ideas upon those around me and eventually maybe even imprint the world with an insignia, a symbol of my struggle, my effort to achieve, my desperate selfless fight against self-loathing, just to see it through to the end.
i want to write endless volumes of poetry without rhythm or rhyme and prose so poetic that it makes you break down in tears at just the thought of your existence in the here, the now.
i want to love and to have been loved so much so that not even death can separate our...

The beauty of nihilism is it's simplicity
A meaningless existence, implicit in it's sincerity
Depression,
A resistance against any form of autonomy
Running from yourself is not running from the enemy

Every true cynic will come to a fork in the road
The path of non-action on one side, an unforgiving mode
Existential crisis on the other, forever bestowed

Separating those who will inevitably be dead
From those who already are.

Foul, wretched, wicked beast
Let me be, let me be
With two grand paper eyes to see
And a third, dead, pointed at me
For all the moments lost in time
No one has been lost in mind
When spirit breaks and tears do fall
One might find the meaning of it all