please don't hesitate (poetry)
the mistrust of the other is goddamn mainstream
bizarre creatures,
filled with witches marks,
a cold-hearted killer.
the bad parts of a mechanical eye.
Oh my god, was I trying to earn at a little pride?
Your service is left not doing enough,
the physical body doing too much,
offspring of the city-dweller dormant for all those years
left lurid, fiery, and vain
The plight of the fierce fighter
seen after a whole generation
but it is the quiet before the storm
half man... half purifying cadaver... all fun.