Divine and corrupted, it works all the time.
Constructed so fine, no need for a sign.
Fearing the needs of no one has taste.
I swallow whats left of the mutated hate.
Bring me your silence, in future I see.
The screams of my murder- locked in your dreams.

Drowning tomorrow will bring you such wealth.
Your crown is forever
Declining in health.

I hope - in a sense - you will be free of the grievance.
But lacking in hope
Its all just a chance.

Empty channels that flow from my mind to a pencil.
Believing in endings 
Unable to cancel.



Fuck.