bitterbetterfaster:

deadspace, my allegory
like a sacrificial dagger
inflicts its seven angles 
in the platonic space of 
eunuch angels whose hopeless
obeisance paved the martyr’s 
bridge. my flesh my blood is
nothing compared to. 

my spirit, futile, as
the sun shines 
realization

the soul is god’s shadow

the other banners the flagrant
constellations whose fiery borders
imprison the demons of wish
and want. split your lips
i want no word but silence
to fill this room this void
and everyone else calls such
monotony life.

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