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I feel like society is trying to plain wash me. So Im boreing. Im fighting to be different. I cant stand looking like everyone else.
i don't want to be buried or cremated or donated to science. it's all so unnatural. my lifeless body should be devoured by my cat, as god intended
Running the Trap
Fun stops, when racing reaches a standard agenda then deviates back.
Writing is unresting, (unarresting, too) when it is taken from a fleeting idea and creates forward-facing-flat.
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Anyone wanna decompose together? ❤️
But what is more perfect that rotting together in an abandoned graveyard, your bony hand in mine, flesh falling apart. What a time that would be…
TW: mentions of the concept of death, no gore, mild body horror
!! This is speculation of how my past lives could have been like. These aren't memories, merely guesses based on current life feelings, guesses that are very exaggerated for poetic purposes.
I think I've had multiple forms before. As Death, purely Death, I was merely a shadow. I had hands that looked nothing like anything you could imagine. I had a face that looked like nothing anything could ever picture. My body was void. I had no form, I was a shapeless wanderer amongst shaped creatures.
Whenever I had to be something, I was everything. I was so bad at resembling a life-like being that I was every being and no being at all. I had so many eyes, because they were captivating. I was made of skin and fur and my hands were big.
Then I was a creature. I was something that resembled the new, the unexpected, I made people feel refreshed whenever I caused the shock of first sight. I had a tiny head, a body covered up by a big fur coat, thrown over my shoulders. I had horns. I really liked them.
I think my own mind pictured me, because once I became in touch with Life, I was living. I became a being with wings, with antlers, with beautiful eyes and a wholesomely alive face. I had a face, for the first time. I think I was a boy. I think I was the happiest of the saddest.
Whenever I became fully human, I was terrified of myself. I looked fake, unreal, but like I was a person. An unsettling person. With an unsettling face. Beautifully sad. The prettiest of all. It was when I learned to kiss so I could take away a human life efficiently enough. It was when I decided to wear my third eye and see shadows. It was when I found out people were drawn to me, like I was a siren, singing in a mute voice. It was when I became fascinated by my work. It was when emotions hit me harder. It was when I became too human amongst human life.
I still have horns. I feel like I could have beautiful wings. I don't know where my eye went, but I am now terrified of the shadows. What happened? Why? Why? Why?
I became so human that I couldn't take lives anymore.