CLOUD RAT

1. AT PEACE IN HELL

You like picking open sores.
While the quietness of your home gives you a sense of completion.
A life well spent, within your years.
Liberation from a body; liberation from a cage.
Never knowing, always wailing.
The bile eeks its way out.
The whispers are diminishing.
You, falling, the curtains sway with every breath you take.
The painful choices... and you think about how it is absolutely terrifying to be alone.
But ready the stars, the last light and now the dark ...of the masks you wear in this world, I have one built called "Infinity."


2. CAREGIVING TO THE PASSIVE

I hold my treasure deep within my hand, "Just look, o' sweet one."
Bite sized with half shut eyes.
Delicious, I begin to quiver.
I feel my power, now full as a flooding ocean.
I see the gaze of the shattered rocks biting at my feet.
I bend down to console my cut body, as I feel the gloves come at me.
The sweetness that is so subtle kisses away at my mind.
This is the sorrow that lurks in my bliss.
Breathe deep.
Confusion takes me away.
Breathe deep.


AUTARKEIA

3. COLD WOODEN FLOORS

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