Defiler Iconoclast
good lord above.
I've got nothing of consternation anymore.
Months upon years, dwelling and failing to see whats in
front of me.
A better question to ask...is if these f..cking scars are
real.
my veins are strychnine.
with burning windows in my eyes,
i crawl back inside my crestfallen chest and insist to
exist.
i will never f..cking change and this poses a problem for
the ones who associate with this revenant.
i don't know where it comes from, all i know is where my
malevolence travels.
i'm drained, insane, disdain, the pain - is the only
force at work in me.
this has been a long time coming, here we go, flip the
switch and step back.
it doesn't matter who hears this, it doesn't matter who
interprets what in which way.
you will never dissect these words and think you know,
what's going on in me.
this is simply a passage, a signal sent from the
transistors up above
tales of an iconoclast heretic cynic dissident with all
the answers but no will to share.
