What to do with the dues over me

To be toothed or vanished on the worst

Is this what is meant for me to be

I'm a vigilant knave on the edge of a knife

I know what to be when it's for me

To be footed or vaporized under the thirst

Is this what is scripted for me to play

I'm an elegant grieving haunting the disturbers of my life

And they know when to put off my abnormal heat

I cannot be the one you want for me to see

Dessert had lost the taste and left its place to the sour

A covert narcissist who loves to roleplay dying

I cannot have the thing you want for me to have

Deserted by the heroes and now paying the thorns of the rose

A river pierces towards the life's spine

It brings the life but takes it away from me

What to be with the bees inside me

To be erased or to eradicate at the burst

Is this what I feel like I am supposed to do or be

I'm a dual in my person, can't choose which to use tonight

I know when to be if I know what to want

To be dragged or blamed behind a smirk

You're treating me with the thoughts of suicide

I've never been able to see the good side

I cannot flee as I've always wished to do

Nor it's not the time of showing the deals

I'm on my way to be deceived by you again

As I've always wanted to be hearing your soft lies

That's so fierce to keep me alive

I cannot let you do what you want to do to me

That makes me charged when I deny your gaslighting

I know when to stop but I pretend as I'd never know

This is the keys of my life which I walk my body on now

I know the true intensions

I've always conceived your plans over me

But I'll be always one step higher than you

Never forget this

Crumbling on a portion to be served is what I wish when I'm feeling utmost

This is a provisionless trade that I represent myself as cutlery in it

Is this a self-demolition when logics speak on my highest peaks and lowest dots

Substrated bourn I cherish when the only matter is getting sick

I wonder if this is another exception or the same wringer I put myself through

When it's stirred up more it leaves me with no clue

One sound from per head, I am ditching their sonority

This is the deception that goes through the hard ways, enriching me with intrigue

Can I taste your groom-suit's tie

May I have saliva on my oral cavity

Do you want to see me decorated

Could you cure my severed utensils still

Even if it means splitting yours too

I'm a hard one to deal with

Everyone so far had dedicated their limbs for me

This is how relations sound like when we're the ones that have taken place in mouths

But it's not like that in reality

I'm the one that's giving and they're taking

According to them I'm aiming just to raid, making them regret dealing with my thoughts

I'm bored of being called a parasitic worm

Five fingers for per hand, pointing me

This is discipline that gives rights of maiming me by the false accusation to them

Can I copy-paste your dyes

May I shave your layers as a duty

Don't you wanna see me aggravated

Would you take care of me if I had no difficulties

Even if you think yourself as a tyrant truth

I can deal with you

Cause I'm so strong

I can make you immobilized with my softness in seconds

Don't even dare to seduce me too

Cause I'm so thorned

I won't be conceited

I'm just telling my truths

I'm not interested in your fruits

No matter what you are

I won't be saved by someone else

It's crawling on a leaf by daylight

Little feet carrying the quilled body

Poisonous stripes to scare the threat

Drawing the lines of deal as the life brings it on

It's hiding under his skin at night

Wandering over the dew for tranquility

Voracious stomach to eat the dread

Drooling for more meal as the prompt hits on

As it was patient enough to be changed

I'll wait for him~

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It's a new expedition of his starting tonight

Chewing the eyes to not see the things yet

Licking his own lips to learn his taste

Knowing himself before the written fictions

He needs an explanation as a brilliant mind

Brewing the tea to feel the soothing heat

Dripping to downer tips of his earned haste

Showing his face after the inception

It's a thrilling tomorrow that leads to the light

Trying as they're sustaining him to be wet

Lying on narrowness that makes him drained

Getting closer to the walls as they're coming along

It's not serving much selections at first

His feelings don't bring him to the wrong

Protecting him while he's prospecting his worth

Presenting his heart in this senseful earth

Grow slower and last longer

There's always one that's gonna wait for you

Eager to be improved as it's in his blooming terms

Hushed after the oppressions and hated the whole evil

Cursing to his anxiety while letting his fears pursue him

But he's sworn for fighting besides the god

Triggered the daymares as it's his habit at puberty

Crushed under the cling film that had put over him as a suppressor

Piercing from head to feet when he drinks to forget

Guts has no lecture to be given even if he got no begetter

Evolving for a better or the worst version of his

Confidence companies his compassion towards his mature mold

Voracious for love now and for him it's used to be obnoxious

Keeping going and leaning on his belongings as he learned how to do

Solving after stirring it as it removes the bitter relish

Dense reveries dive into his mind to soothe his vicarious traumas

Hazardous drivers are in charge of the taken risks of his

But he's still craving for innocence as it's what he was

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~It found a position

He's gonna wait for his next life

He'll get paid for his chyme

I'll be looking forward to seeing his morph

Crawling through the aperture of adults, crouching and away from their immature word battle; those hands of theirs are ready to slap each other's faces.

This is their way to trigger the blind, appealing aggression; beating, chewing and sucking all the manner that's lectured on their broken description books.

Growling drunk people are spitting out their bladders; they're leaving no motivation for their livers to clean their mess.

This is how he sees the things happening in front of his eyes, just a pomegranate juice that makes the ones who are drinking feeling in an overwhelming pleasure.

Worry tickles his intestines and delaying the assimilation, he's already being stirred in their meal that's gonna be consumed by the sadistic chatters.

He could've never guessed what it would cost for him to be borned in the middle hours of wednesday; now his shade is sewing him like a piece of clothing.

Staying proper and vigilant is the sickness of these modern terms, loneliness and paranoia are their norms they're pushing him into.

Traumatized and dealing with the life's pressure; afraid of stepping out of line one day, cause he knows that going nuts is giving up in front of the pressers.

They've already reached to the adulthood and forced to face who they've become in a regretful way that causes them wishing to rest even if they can't yet.

This is what he's afraid of becoming; he knows what he's going to be, a chain that leads to the infinity restless and more ambitious than the ones who are trying to get out of it

He wished that the script would be handled by the readers instead of the reaper; the situation is helpless if he's nothing more than a mortal

Denying the negotiation, erasing the bestowed ones, tricking the oneself, dreaming hypothetical life prompts; this is his way of persuading himself to be on in this filth

Now he needs to find something to hide under it

I've never seen a disaster so far

I'm waiting for the expiration of the comf

I know it's gonna come to knock my doors

Warning me to take care of my precious husk

Washing it with the bitterest soups

Deflecting from what I've been

There's not enough space to settle

We're gonna be chewed under the hoard of chompers

They're gonna take their licenses back

The infected flesh drips down on our cheeks

We'll spew it till nothing's left inside us

If we bleed for their pleasure again

They will never going to think twice

Wringer gets on a thousand one heads of ours

Repetition feels like having rapid shape changes

The skin is not complying together

Moving with their bite marks on the natural dressing

Bones are not carrying the germ inside

Meat is good if it's served with salt

The boiled blood leaks through the plate

They're ready to take a bite of the disgust

Narcissists having a chatter

Thinking how to get to know their tools better

Indulging their evil tempers

Everyone is having suppositional good manners

Things are over the superficial relationships

Dogs are also sick and yearning to smear our tips

We're the only ones who can conceive an apocalypse

Unlike the other ones, the fools.

Conjecturing a resurrection for me

Cause I've already buried my mold to the sable curtains

Sustaining me to keep my senses with me

You know that I have a high perception

Contributing affinity to me

Ejaculation of compliments gets poured out of your skull

Crepitation feels lighter when I am cherished

Vagary feels heavier when we recognize the absolutes

I'm nourishing my sensations by counting on you

All the ways get wider while I'm on your peregrination

They're convincing me to play as chivalry

But I've always had my own persuasions

I am leaking through their aperture

Resisting comes the same as denying to me

And I know of my imperfection

I've bestowed my primitive version to the antecedents

I'm chasing after the Will with my cold sweat

I'm not expecting a payment for anything I've given to you

Stained provisions keep inconveniencing me though

Nullity fills the titles

Conclusions expect to be found

Course appreciates hospitality

I am lack of taking it easy

I don't get their scorns and sincerity

They make me distorted

Having censures all around us

Danger never smells from that far

There's no way out here they make us think

There is one thing I know is

That we always get to figure it out

Supposing fictions and their authors

Resolution gives clues of ingredients of the nature fabric

Breeding new seeds to the life inside the phantasmagoria

Resonating creates tunes of softness

Taffy feelings and the grieving

They all exist by the pure integration

And we're having a mess in our minds

Sinks are there to be vomited on them

They don't let us settle

They'll catch you out and put you in a crate to use you later

Victory feels like vigor pills given

Threshold feels so thrilling when the fear gets swaddled with it

Admitting defeat won't let you exhale

Sobbing pushes you to the persistence

And we're here again

Nothing remains as the only right that we know

I can't persuade you that you're having your own freedom

Cause the others give it us and we're giving in

I've never been able to know where my house is

They're trusting their useless laws and forcing us to obey

I've never felt obliged to believe in their God though

I'm storing my secrets in my skull

Until I get furious enough to show idiocy instead of bravery

We are insufficient to be a perfection

Decisions never made by the outsiders like us

We are filling their spaces

And feeling negative

You don't get me when I am impulsive

But my heart belongs to it

I have to speak the truth

It's my reckless flu

I know stuff more than you think

But I'm hushing my mouth

Replying is horrifying when there is no word left to use

I'm fighting with myself and I'm still surviving on defiance

Although the everything happening around us

I am hearing you

As we are linked by the cords,

As they grow longer with us

We'll always get to figure it out

Conjecturing a resurrection for me

Cause I've already buried my mold to the sable curtains

Sustaining me to keep my senses with me

You know that I have a high perception

Contributing affinity to me

Ejaculation of compliments gets poured out of your skull

Crepitation feels lighter when I am cherished

Vagary feels heavier when we recognize the absolutes

All the ways get wider while I'm on your peregrination

Nourishing my sensations by counting on you

I've always had my own persuasions

They're convincing me to play as chivalry

Leaking to my skin to be put in a mold

Resisting comes the same to me as denying

I know of my imperfection

I've bestowed my primitive version to the antecedents

Stained provisions keep inconveniencing me

I'm not expecting a remuneration for anything I've done to you

Nullity fills the titles

Conclusions expect to be found

Course appreciates hospitality

I am lack of taking it easy

I don't get their scorns and sincerity

They make me distorted

Having censures all around us

Danger never smells from that far

There's no way out here they make us think

But we always get to figure it out

Supposing fictions and their authors

Resolution gives clues of ingredients of the fabric

Breeding new seeds to the life inside the phantasmagoria

Resonating creates tunes of softness

Taffy feelings and the grieving

They all exist by pure integration

We're having a mess in our minds

They don't let us settle

They'll catch you out and put you in a crate to use you later

Victory feels like vigor pills given

Admitting defeat won't let you exhale

Sinks are there to be vomited on them

Threshold feels so thrilling when the fear gets swaddled with it

Sobbing pushes you to persistence

Nothing remains as the only right that we know

I can't persuade you to be having your own rules according to relativity

I've never felt obliged to feel the composer

Storing my secrets inside the cranium

Until I go crazy enough to show idiocy instead of bravery

We are insufficient to be a perfection

Decisions never made by the outsiders

We are filling their spaces

And feeling negative

You don't get me when I am impulsive

My heart belongs to it

But we have the values kept in the hands

Replying is horrifying when there is no words left to use

I am hearing you

As we are linked by the cords,

As they grow longer with us

We'll always get to figure it out

Ought inflicters and the production inducers

Crystallized mounds, condensed dreads

Lethal pride, carmine ties

Vital substructure, dysfunctional pedestal

Condition contents, lore seekers

I can't see but I sense them

Mind is the comprehension squad with vivid sensations

It doesn't allow me to see the colours

But the sphere is better without the dye crowd

I don't need them to feel or conceive

There is my mold already to be cracked for me to get out to meet my pupils with the realms

Chrysalis is not a sarcophagus for me but a reliance that lets me be on

I am pursuing the kristalschmetterling

They are leaning to the luminary

Their purpose is just to go instead of reaching

Conclusion doesn't wait for us

But the course is kind to interrogation

I wash my husk in Soap Coliseum

I descant at Bruno Auditorium

I am screaming in silence when I wear my Red Ribbon

I am living with the plear crew and the halo's accompanying

I pretend as the art 'cause I want to

I am composed and hushed along with pleasure

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I be the one I am

Countenances are predicted

Saturation is staying away from the sluggish

But living isn't only a vivid manner

Composer leads the way to horror to get attraction from viewers

Nerves are being pressed on when I don't feel like breathing

Do I calculate the apprehension

Constituents create and mask makers agglutinate

Manifestation is about seeing beyond the seeable

Do I regret being pushy when I am afraid of man kind

Teens bully me because of my self detention

I can hear them laughing behind me

Do I get stalled from detesting the essence in the after's one day

Salvation seems too far away from here

Conceiving what I used to keep in my hands makes me contrite

Do I feel too scared of dying in denial

Dread leaks out of the sinew when heat rises

Specters halt till their victims step on their fields

Do I see what I want to

Spitting helps me swing with the sag

Chewing forgets me when my mouth pours saliva

It's my habit to be forgotten

Crumbling keeps me piece by piece

Crouching makes me sure of my security

Every savior's gonna desert us at our most critical times

Do we all go on along with the fear?

Is that how we survive in tremble

Are we hapless or a sinister who gets hurt wherever they are

They're all coming out!

Ugh- oh- OagH!

Doll up.

UGh!~

The ditched ones and the gutter

Gnawing nouns and their crepitation

Surrendering is never so smooth!

Nothing is sufficient for her gluttony

I haven't paid yet for the things I've done so far

And it bores me with the censures she conglutinates

Do I require any of those condemnations if there is no accuracy

I'll consider what I'm gonna neglect

They're all coming along the way Here to fill their needs done in hurry

I'm feeling like I'm gonna spew

OHg-!

Lingering and waiting the nonsense,

Having a procrastination disease!

But the patience's just wearing thin

I need to be poured and fluxed in an urgent manner

I have to be adored before it's too late for me to be darted to my downers

Is there an anticipation that has anything to do with me

The future seems like the repetition of me

Should I recognize being vagabond by leaving my reputation belongs to norms behind

Do I battle with the insolence if I am not in mood someway

I just wanna spit the despite out of my tongue

But undeterred-

They make me say without comprehending

I don't wanna sound soggy

Can words long along with nudity

My mouth ejaculates all the time

How can I be more cautious

I am not a calculator

There is a banter playing alongside my enthusiasm

How could I wish to destruct the despair if it is the key of my subsistence

I am borned for screaming suppressed

AHH!-

OGh-

Vivid dreams adopt over thinkers in the termination in anyways

Procession lets keep the mentality at safe

This solemn mask wears humans

Skull is scripted on dull faces and weirdos

Privilege makes us peculiar

Specimens are to be falsified

Twisted sisters playing the aunties to the exploited ones

Ensembles are hiding the vice of the men with ties

Hutches become a mist for hollow seekers

Curtains are covering the naked windows

Pelage is the confidence for mellowness of the mortals

Lips hide the obscenities

Sentries are patrolling throughout the halls to protect the ones who means nothing for them

Organisms are there for living and denying the inferno

Furnaces are ingesting the innocence with their burning aspiration

Maggots are eating the husks while they're breathing

Grave keepers are panting to bury another mold under the soil

Fridges leave the victuals to die frozen

Things are existing to company the essence by putting iniquity flavor over them

I am here to scream with my soft voice and to come along with this presentment

I like being a piddling piece in this involution

Violence scares my toes off

I pretend to be a watcher to be on

But I am there for us

I am believing 'cause I want to

It is easier than the hush

We are all here for this

Continuing the comprehension therapy

I don't mind if I am not having consciousness

Something's keeping me awake

Giving me vigor pills and not letting me repose

Lots of corrigendum has been made by oneself

I'm gonna be my secondary version if I haven't learnt to be an ignorance

Sequences, the milestones I always find intriguing

I confess my urges to be changed or change

They reply and asking me that if I require decisions when there is absolute rights

Granting me safety and taking my dues to manifest the protector to me

But they just prospect my crystals to keep them in their hands

Am I addicted to be an implement

Is that how the way I survive on the Sphere

I like distinguished employers

Conjecturing the accurate one by coincidence

Is this why they carry their confidence

I am feeling so dense when everyone is by themselves with their doodads

Is this why I'm an ignorance to my mind

I am echoing in their rooms to be a filler

Neglected by the superiors are scripted on my monochrome

Is this the way you wanna know me as?

I don't wanna be special enough to be settled up in the work sheet

I am having my secondary stains as a lackluster

I wasn't born tomorrow

I won't be the same