My Intensity

My Intensity

Intensity is the emphasis of the scream I feel

Hurtling nowhere but rushing into the shrieking shred

Screaming ready to vaporize my screaming soul

I don’t feel whole unless I’m cascading into the reckless hole

This insanity feel is a logical progression of sound

It’s the desire for the catcher safety of the womb

But accursed knowledge of being Man is there is only the tomb

This must be reaching out to divinity to save my soul

I’ve made it myself to what end just to prove I’m right

But so fucking what all I desire is nightly a wet twat

See how goddamn real it can be and God sees it all

I walk proudly as a fallen angel until night fall

So look into my scarred soul to see the truth

My visions either dreams or reality like migraines

Insanity of faith or the rationality of reason

Frustrating is the treason within that ebbs and flows like seasons