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letra de maleficent - son anthony

i’m a far cry from being considered what isn’t human
when the volumes i gave you contain anthropoid infused words
-n-logies, and superb lessons which can be learned only at one’s discretion
it’s vomit inducing once it is heard
subversive type of literature is this which i am peddling
it’s heavy metal imagery and symbolism melted into one
cohesive stomach ache that has to do with credence
in that being here is sure to come with pain that anesthеsia
cannot deaden when it arrivеs and also to be preventive
moribund expectancy so long as you will let it
should it quell the forces, i implore you not to think it’s endless
when rears its ugly head, you will be met with something stressing
next the undulant emotions come and crash at rapid rates
that it takes what you are drenched in days to evaporate
fascinated by the hackneyed measures that the masses take
to establish that their happiness does not dilapidate
be it drastic, lacerations lead to no solutions
and if satisfactions found in bleeding out, seek out a new way to
qualm those responses that the monsters are presenting
the obvious maneuver is the coup de grace to end this
all this talk of leadership gets lost on me, a feeder fish
it’s needless to admit the situation here is serious
delirious, but fighting through the tear filled seared experience
had chilled my fear of death but lessened my own will to be here
reinforced by the criteria of what it’s considered special
vow to be the one that’s wanted until who i wants bedeviled
by remorse afflicted when they flushed me down the drain
i compensated going down on maleficent in hopes to f-ck her brains out
the chains i wear as bracelets were restraints that kept me from becoming
what i’m running from of what’s ill-strious and aging
crushed by obsessive loves while cursed by my genetic make up
makes the days i suffer lack reward or have any kind of payoff
drowning in the current moment. overload of serotonin
i can feel it fleeting then it’s back to where despair is focused
into life i share through poems. caring less
awareness quotient at the lowest it’s been since
preparing to be birthed a lotus
blossomed while the world was turning
oxygen aside, it’s the new life you breathed me into me that’s keeping me alive
it’s survival mode from here on out. veering toward aggression
after seared by whom i’ve mentioned, not by name but by affection
growing pains are still so active. i can feel my limbs tugged
like being pulled apart by horses or brunilda after war
but my martyrdom has gone in vain and made me feel alone
because this artform i gave up on will not bring with it a home
oh, condolences to those in this who still have f-cking bones to pick
it’s eating them alive inside while trying to control it
even ghosts are going through this. it’s the reason why we’re haunted
they are seeking to exhaust us via screams or leaky faucets
my silly little songs are all you’d know that i’m alive by
the kairos of connecting any time since the demise is available
but therein lies the silence that’s comparable
to werewolf transformations when the thought occurs to care enough
hysteria ensued. well justified given it’s context
if destiny could see this, it’d concede the grieving process
the non-conformists think they have existence figured out
by not consolidating their beliefs with popular accounts
they are islands in their eyes, and so that ocular result
will leave them road side and hitching for a ride to get back home
i shoulda known that this would happen like it has some time ago
and that fiasco sadly had me cross-examining my motives
my hearts about to jump out of my chest from pure excitement
heightened senses when i write and then some
generating buzz from citing writings sourced from heartache
praying someone can relate to
i want to yell at who i am in love with that “i hate you”
my mirror image shattered and the glass became a relic
and i use it to retrieve the ink to pen down what’s compelling
dwelling indicates intention. recollection isn’t helping
that retentions deadly. memories that send me in frenzy
can we please move past the pleasantries
tell me what what is wrong so i can crawl back to my head
in peace to piece together songs
all from bringing up the falling out that carried me this far
i don’t need you, but i won’t lie i’m married to the thoughts
of the ending, the smiles, optimism and denial
my childlike persona cannot handle all this drama
if every thing happens for a reason
why do things still feel unwarranted?

- son anthony

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