Ecstasy of Divinity

I wrote this, controlling, disgusting, thing
To love
Misplaced greed, a creed of malpractice
Unknown

I discard a browning leaf for the cleanliness of the road
Your meekness is worthless in constructing my abode
Insulate me from the cold of the endless blizzard
I know awaits my humble code

Losing touch with everyone

I keep getting lost in storylines of me
appreciate the ecstasy of divinity
The world is amorphous, and I shape it with my feet
Arguments of exemplary amounts of lucidity

I wake like a spider having caught it's prey
I grind my teeth and wrap around to suffocate
I taste the marrow of the bones I break

We're free, to love
Discovering the sickness our demons
Eliminate your perception of destiny
And listen to my sermon

What I would give to trounce this nothing
My heart stays locked and black
I construct metallic artificial wings
I just want to come back

Fire breathing, fire breathing close to my hair
I'm prone to meaninglessness

It's complicated, I say, screaming into the small room I inhabit
Wrapped in bandages from the day before

Dirty, so dirty in my swamp of decaying matter
I yearn for anything that could be interpreted as more!

My body is no longer mine, another recipe for wine
The spirit crumbles to nothing, no more mentality to shine

I am raw, mentally and otherwise
We seem calmer than usual
I speak but there is only silent roar
I flail but the only movement is of the blood
Eviction from a human place
Creating the strangest sort of moan
They strangle me so
They strangle me so

I rip off pieces of skin since I am no longer human
A clay manifestation of scripture, am I supposed to feel pure?

We're free, to hurt
Discovering how to talk about ourselves
There is no such thing as destiny
And love yourself

You're really hurting me! You're really hurting me!
My brain is turning into a hole
The color of my eyes, I peer into the skies
Of many divided hearts and souls