ִ ࣪𖤐 ๋࣭ ⭑ THRILL SEEKER .ᐟ

𝐈𝐈.

ִ ࣪༝༚༝༚ ๋࣭ ⭑

the sky burns. the ground cries. there is nothing that is not screaming. you are screaming. you do not remember when you started screaming. you cannot stop screaming. the sound is all you hear. it is all you know. it is all you crave. butcher with a cleaver — your life is caught in unloving hands. o' these violent delights, these disgusting desires; no one knows where your heart goes when you sleep. no one knows where the sleep lies during the day. you chase your own shadow — remnants of self scattered in any room you walk into. remains of a body you cannot identify.

unloving hands hold this new corpse paraded as a cannibal's paradise. you ask yourself: is "bite" not also "kiss"? you cannot remember the screaming now, but the sensation has made home in your chest. your immortal tennant, you feed it whatever it demands. synthetic happiness pools in your throat, you swallow every drop, a good boy. your blurry eyes & shaking body make you beautiful. your uses make you useful. do you want more than this? you never know. you never ask. you want the lights, the speed, the power. you want everything you see. conquest comes at your feet & you stare in apathy. conquest becomes crass, crass become comfortable.

a snake devoured by a heron, you struggle in the beak that wishes you no mercy. a predator wearing the plumes of a songbird, you seek those who want to eat. eat, eat, eat! the meal is served, the table is open. the substance is endless, endless & moreish. delectables splayed out upon regality, the colours burn in the retina. swirling & folding upon itself, a star dying. there, amongst the scattered atoms, you may be seen — you may be known. victim of vitriol, sufferer of surrender, child of misdemeanor.