This chapter which chants morning creeps slither descends dimensions black velvet...
There's beauty in pain, We write the best poetry when we're breaking.
- Taylor Chant
There is a beast deep inside I’ve kept it caged up long enough It gnaws and howls at me...
as I conflate the Theory of Me I slumber in bins and roast my ingots in foil and ambergris. ...
you take me to a space to clear my head off of you this has become our world that we built together...
this winter has been a hot Mesopotamian kettle of golden egrets snorting coke...
The darkness is gnawing at my soul I cannot see the light Everything feels out of control...
I'm thinking while I'm writing strange yet exciting wondering what to come up with ...
I’m trying to keep myself stitched together To stop me from falling apart So society shall...
some of my circles are sharp cliques. angular ponds, bobbing for forbidden apples ‘neath a...
You’re tightrope-Jelly... full of beans on a string. Strapped to molasses like a...
The call of darkness is one so sweet It tempts and beckons A gentle embrace Calming...
Hole in my soul, please tell me what it is you want. I am filtering through what I think I want and...
