I wanted to share some collections of words I have composed over the course of the past few months whilst pumped full of prescribed and non-prescribed chemicals. This process, when controlled, yields some very interesting musings. If you are someone who already participates in such activities, I would recommend trying it out for yourself. It can reveal the more primal aspects of not only your emotions, but in how you express them. In trying to discover your self, I am of the mind that these emotions, ones which are primarily felt or instinctual (not born of deep thought or reflection), are amongst the most helpful in achieving this task. As such, the majority of these collections of phrases were written as they came to me. This is quite evident in most cases, it all appears very fragmented.

Final Union

Hand in hand we pass into obscurity

Cease together - earth's secret

Vacant eyes and matted hair

Intertwining

Reciprocal exsanguination

A promise - the oath

The only beauty

This life - our devotion

Leper

Dead eyes

Bleeding heart

Wanting mind

Hollow form - scarred

Ambition

I am not a man of ambition

Sick - perverting

I can't

Stained

Remind me always

Always

My life leaving

Fucked

Turn your face

Look at me

Fuck you

I'm so sick

Turn - marked

Fuck

This fucking hellscape

My whole

My refuge

Stripped and fucked

I can not repay

Never

It's never enough

Never atone

The body has forsaken

Clot

Your wounds don't clot in order to heal, but to harden.

Beneath

Reveling between

I tried

I fought

My god is deaf

My god

My sweet

My temptress

Unadulterated

Lie there

In violation

The world can't unrape me

Nor can I you

Iconoclasm

When the stiff neck of a fervent zealot refuses to turn, break it.

Diviner

Conjured presence of mind

Diviner holds - chokes

Behold - behold!

Come - come and bear witness

The power

The aching back of piety

Outside my heart has died

My sun has stilled

Acid

Winter trip

Hell

Eyes

Mouths

Bondage

Endless

Flooding

Blood and soul

In a seeping knot

Soaked

Loathe

Empty

Done

I won't play

Hide my face

My entity

This vessel - this veil

The edge

Past

Slower

My sanctum swallowed

Far

Reason

Furtherance

Splitting

The dimming

The wrath

The walk

How

Self-Immolation Rite

With every passing moment of neglect, the answer comes to you with further clarity.