I FEEL I'M MACHINE

I want silence of the world.
Fuck the lambs.
A martyr, masochist ,murder my own mindset
at last.
Fevered with pain.
No Emocipa.
No time to fear the reaper.
Grey dawn,5am,serpent's tongue,
singing me awake from death sleep...
And I am born.
Holding wrists over candle flame to feel something different.
Sickened by indifference.
A near statistic.
Every blade that has been slid into my back,
has been broken off.
Mechanics locked.
I love feeding on the karma of cowards.
Shower sulfur like old testament order,
and slaughter.
Your past disposition.
Wash in Babtist holy water.
Imagine a whole life as a static hiss,
trapped in the center of stars.