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call of the abyss
i see how it could be, oh so easy it could be
to finally answer the query, the curiosity
M̸̧̎́̇͂̚Ǫ̷̡̨̼̫̯̜̳͓̜̠̥̉̓̆̆R̴͙̭̱̱̋̄̿̓̓̉̓̉̒̌͋̚B̵̫̈́͠͝I̴͎̖͇̘͔̳̙͐ͅD̸̢̻̣͗̌̅́̃̈́̇̾̅̎̈́͗̃͛̚ͅ,̸̨̡̫̹͚̥̟̺͔̭̱͙̰̀̑̓̏̋̾͑ͅ ̵̡̱͓̜̯͓̏͊͆̽̓͋̍̀̈́́̿͂̕͝͝M̴̡̢̡̺͍̙̘͚͕͍̱̥͓̽̊̿̎͊̕͝Ơ̸͓̋̌͊̎R̶̗̣͍̱͎̆B̵̫̫̘̗̦͚͇̎I̷̧͎͚̳̝̰͠D̷̰̩͖̐̄̌̄,̸̡̻̰̙̻̺̪͍͔̖͙̺͆͒͆̈ͅ ̵̼̬̞̰̳̣̪͑̄̈͛͗̇̈̈͂̐̍̀̄̈́̕Ṫ̵̢̺͕̫̻͕̤͓̦͎̻̭̭̀̒͌̂͂̿̒̄̔̾͜͝ͅḨ̴̬͔̦͎͕̖͚̈͑̑̄͐̅̿̈̈́̈́ͅE̵̢̧̛͉̞̘͓͖̣͉̦͔̤͎͗̔͒̉̀͂̀̑͆́͘S̵̡̰̞̞͙̣̅̈̉̀̆̆̀̚͘ͅE̸̗̣͉̠͒̈́͗͆̍̏̈́̾̓̍͠ ̴̪̣̭͐̇͐͌͐̓̽͊̅͝Ț̸͍̫͔̲̜̿̾̉͠Ḩ̸̧̧̛̫̺̼̹͖̥̼̳̟̱͚̪͌̊͂̇̈́́̅̃́͘͝͠Ǫ̷̡̩̯̦̰̣̞͆̀̂̔̏̈́̊͌̏͌͊̏̚̚ͅŲ̶̨̖̙͎͇̘͙̲͂̏̏̊̉́̅͋͆̉̎̎͆͜͜͠͝ͅG̶̢̨̠̹͚̰̪̣̟̞͛̋̒́̒̎͑̐̈̑͘̚͝H̶̗̯̣̯̻̣̟̺͊̂͊̆̍͠T̵̪͔͕̹͌̆̋́́̀̊͘͘S̶̗͔̥̎̊͆́͛͊̓̍̐̾̓͝ ̶̧̡̛͇̤̥͔͙͖̹͚̳̭́̓̎̂͘͘̚͝͠Ä̷̩͒̋̈́͂͂̃̊̽͆̀͘̕͠͠R̴̡̦̗̘̥͓̗̮̳͉̝̂̂̋̀̈́Ę̸̢̢͚̟͍̮̯̪̻̪͎͚͆͋̍̇̍̉̈́̑̅̚͝͝͝ͅ ̶̣͖̥̳̔I̸̢̻̥̪̼̰̞̣̤̭͊̃̃̉̔͂̋̇̂̉̚͝ͅŃ̶̻̲̩̈́̒̏̃̊̈́̇̽̈T̷̡̝̘̙̼̤̞͚̘̔̄̅͝R̵̨̜̱̲̮̿̎̏̏͗͂́̾̉̈͑̀͛̓͌Ṳ̸̺̭͉͚̮̘͇̖̥͙͇͆̽́̓͛̈́̃̒̈̾̀̂̃̔̍ͅS̷̜͈̠̣̖̱̝͓̑̑́̐̓̚̕̚Ȋ̴̢̩̹͇͎̖͎̕͘͠V̷̤̲͕̮͚̞̭̯͎̯͔͕̮͇̿͑̿͐̓̿̌͑̊̀͐̈̑͘̕E̵̞͋̌́̑̄̈́͗
of the endless, gaping maw - an end, finality.
i've been wracking my brain (tearing it out piece by piece)
trying to figure, calculate, formulate... how to dust the flowers
tendrils forever spreading, corrupting, choking.. in your attic.
while you mercilessly, SELFISHLY, ENVIOUSLY, pluck my own.
gnawing fear turned into feral hatred. you no longer,
why can't you see? who is friend and who is foe.
your anguish bleeds crimson and stains even the innocent
BLINDRAGE LEADSTOLACERATIONS
THATWILLNEVERHEAL.
you have risen a flag that screams war and if i must
i will meet you, look into eyes so much like mine
and bring it all crashing down - you gave me this
you equipped me with the key to yourdemise.
the time for peace has long since passed and
if you think, if you think, if you fucking THINK
that your tempest nature will disturb my ĕ̸̢̢̡̹̙̟͔̻̜̱̫̲ḏ̴̢̳͈̰̘̝̙̮̹̭̻̎̾̂͗̎̀̅͠e̵̢̺͈̬͙̣̩͇̥͈̼̦̞̠͑̔̽͒͘n̸̦͆́͠͝
ever, ever, ever again. i will be your BITTER end.
to finally answer the query, the curiosity
M̸̧̎́̇͂̚Ǫ̷̡̨̼̫̯̜̳͓̜̠̥̉̓̆̆R̴͙̭̱̱̋̄̿̓̓̉̓̉̒̌͋̚B̵̫̈́͠͝I̴͎̖͇̘͔̳̙͐ͅD̸̢̻̣͗̌̅́̃̈́̇̾̅̎̈́͗̃͛̚ͅ,̸̨̡̫̹͚̥̟̺͔̭̱͙̰̀̑̓̏̋̾͑ͅ ̵̡̱͓̜̯͓̏͊͆̽̓͋̍̀̈́́̿͂̕͝͝M̴̡̢̡̺͍̙̘͚͕͍̱̥͓̽̊̿̎͊̕͝Ơ̸͓̋̌͊̎R̶̗̣͍̱͎̆B̵̫̫̘̗̦͚͇̎I̷̧͎͚̳̝̰͠D̷̰̩͖̐̄̌̄,̸̡̻̰̙̻̺̪͍͔̖͙̺͆͒͆̈ͅ ̵̼̬̞̰̳̣̪͑̄̈͛͗̇̈̈͂̐̍̀̄̈́̕Ṫ̵̢̺͕̫̻͕̤͓̦͎̻̭̭̀̒͌̂͂̿̒̄̔̾͜͝ͅḨ̴̬͔̦͎͕̖͚̈͑̑̄͐̅̿̈̈́̈́ͅE̵̢̧̛͉̞̘͓͖̣͉̦͔̤͎͗̔͒̉̀͂̀̑͆́͘S̵̡̰̞̞͙̣̅̈̉̀̆̆̀̚͘ͅE̸̗̣͉̠͒̈́͗͆̍̏̈́̾̓̍͠ ̴̪̣̭͐̇͐͌͐̓̽͊̅͝Ț̸͍̫͔̲̜̿̾̉͠Ḩ̸̧̧̛̫̺̼̹͖̥̼̳̟̱͚̪͌̊͂̇̈́́̅̃́͘͝͠Ǫ̷̡̩̯̦̰̣̞͆̀̂̔̏̈́̊͌̏͌͊̏̚̚ͅŲ̶̨̖̙͎͇̘͙̲͂̏̏̊̉́̅͋͆̉̎̎͆͜͜͠͝ͅG̶̢̨̠̹͚̰̪̣̟̞͛̋̒́̒̎͑̐̈̑͘̚͝H̶̗̯̣̯̻̣̟̺͊̂͊̆̍͠T̵̪͔͕̹͌̆̋́́̀̊͘͘S̶̗͔̥̎̊͆́͛͊̓̍̐̾̓͝ ̶̧̡̛͇̤̥͔͙͖̹͚̳̭́̓̎̂͘͘̚͝͠Ä̷̩͒̋̈́͂͂̃̊̽͆̀͘̕͠͠R̴̡̦̗̘̥͓̗̮̳͉̝̂̂̋̀̈́Ę̸̢̢͚̟͍̮̯̪̻̪͎͚͆͋̍̇̍̉̈́̑̅̚͝͝͝ͅ ̶̣͖̥̳̔I̸̢̻̥̪̼̰̞̣̤̭͊̃̃̉̔͂̋̇̂̉̚͝ͅŃ̶̻̲̩̈́̒̏̃̊̈́̇̽̈T̷̡̝̘̙̼̤̞͚̘̔̄̅͝R̵̨̜̱̲̮̿̎̏̏͗͂́̾̉̈͑̀͛̓͌Ṳ̸̺̭͉͚̮̘͇̖̥͙͇͆̽́̓͛̈́̃̒̈̾̀̂̃̔̍ͅS̷̜͈̠̣̖̱̝͓̑̑́̐̓̚̕̚Ȋ̴̢̩̹͇͎̖͎̕͘͠V̷̤̲͕̮͚̞̭̯͎̯͔͕̮͇̿͑̿͐̓̿̌͑̊̀͐̈̑͘̕E̵̞͋̌́̑̄̈́͗
of the endless, gaping maw - an end, finality.
i've been wracking my brain (tearing it out piece by piece)
trying to figure, calculate, formulate... how to dust the flowers
tendrils forever spreading, corrupting, choking.. in your attic.
while you mercilessly, SELFISHLY, ENVIOUSLY, pluck my own.
gnawing fear turned into feral hatred. you no longer,
why can't you see? who is friend and who is foe.
your anguish bleeds crimson and stains even the innocent
BLINDRAGE LEADSTOLACERATIONS
THATWILLNEVERHEAL.
you have risen a flag that screams war and if i must
i will meet you, look into eyes so much like mine
and bring it all crashing down - you gave me this
you equipped me with the key to your
the time for peace has long since passed and
if you think, if you think, if you fucking THINK
that your tempest nature will disturb my ĕ̸̢̢̡̹̙̟͔̻̜̱̫̲ḏ̴̢̳͈̰̘̝̙̮̹̭̻̎̾̂͗̎̀̅͠e̵̢̺͈̬͙̣̩͇̥͈̼̦̞̠͑̔̽͒͘n̸̦͆́͠͝
ever, ever, ever again. i will be your BITTER end.
Published 1st Mar 2020
Author's Note
hahahaha, i don't even have time to format it like i usually do - i literally just found out today that my mom is homeless again, doing drugs and refuses help. i'm so lost.
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