How Many Times Will I Have To Think About Killing Myself Again?

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Felt good getting this off my chest.....

Was on my way to bed when a melody appeared in my head, so I went downstairs, turned on my computer and decided to wreck my sleep rythm. 4 hours later (4:20am), I was going to store it on my computer for endless rumination and future tinkering, where 80% of my tracks go into hibernation, but this time I thought why not just upload the damn thing as it is.

Btw that's me as a kid in the picture. Dressed up as a frog for halloween

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The corruption begins with the mouth,
the tounge, the wanting.
The first poem in the world
is 'I want to eat'.

The Cannibal exists in two extremes: 
one for the depravity of it,
one for the sacredness of the mouth. 

The Brute Cannibal, 
already outcasted by society, 
wants nothing more than the sick satisfaction 
of enacting a taboo. 
To be a people eater for the 
sake of saying "you were right. 
i kill & consume. you were right. 
here i am. i have broken the rules. 
ive been a wolf in your woods & i want 
you to be afraid."

The Other Cannibal, however, is the one
that is good at mercy. takes the flesh between the fingers
not for the shock of the audience, but because 
they cannot stand the separation. a sentimental thing that 
twists into a set of teeth. the tragic romantic.
tell me you don't know this ache. 
when i say "come closer" i mean without 
the curtain of skin & bone between us. i mean "oh, darling, 
i could keep you with me. i could honor you with the knife 
of my smile." yes, when the blade hits a 
vein, it sings "let me make you mine."
just listen. 
just listen. 
don't leave.

You're a heap of flesh and guts and blood 
in a wax museum. 
The only thing real. 
Sickeningly real. 
Crimson and warm where the others 
are pale and cold. 
Revoltingly red,
nauseatingly alive. 
You're a child in a graveyard.

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this 
freak of nature, they will wrap his body in 
newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive 
and in the north field with his mother. 
It is a perfect summer evening: 
the moon rising over the orchard, the wind 
in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, 
there are twice as many stars as usual.

Where it Begins

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