Hope In Suffering (Escaping Oblivion & Overcoming Powerlessness) - Yves Tumor, Oxhy, Puce Mary

Part of you

Part of that dying grace

Still yearns, still yearns

Crashed stillborn release

Crashed into the waves

And the turgid sea

Conned again

Fleeting answers mean nothing

Rip the sinew of that moment

Keep ripping and pulling and gouging

Unreleased, unreleased, unreleased

Keep facing me

Turn away

Turn away and quell that rhythmic force

That unborn con

Crack and scream each time

Force a break and inject me

Curdled, longing

Can’t smoke

Can’t fucking elate

Pumped and dry born intoxication

Midriff cut atop and stand there

Unknowing, unhelping (Still yearns)

Caught wincing again

Degraded, exploited and forced to cower

Reign in each breath

Augmented, cracked open and split

Unknowing, uncaring

Gaunt and careless

Fucked into incompletion (Still yearns)

Robbed blind and rhythmic

Indulged unknowing breath

Stunned again, shocked again

Machinic, unconvinced

Run fetid fingers down the god spine

Run fucking holes into whatever stands there left

Unfulfilled, unfulfilled

Filled with a dread beyond the starving light

Raging eclipses cannot bury

Cannon engage the coward

Cannot force the hand to stab itself

Unmerciful, unmerciful, unmerciful, unmerciful

Caught for a moment in delusioned might

Skinning whole and wearing that skin as a banner

Castrate that scum and bring it back

Force fed and longing for death

Rip a tidal unknowing from its breast

And draw that image

Scrape that image