Saturn Devouring His Song

Saturn devouring his son

And all things macabre

And all thoughts deathly

Saturn devouring his son

And I am devouring myself

I hate what I eat and I don’t want eat anymore

But I force myself to

Saturn devouring his son

And I taste sickly and hateful

I taste lonely and pitiful

I taste mediocre and dreadful

Saturn devouring his son

Why would anyone want to eat something so shit

Why would anything want to multiply when it’s so pathetic

Saturn devouring his son

Vacant eyes staring into nothingness

Eyes that look inward

Eyes that see the darkness devouring him from the inside

Saturn devouring his son

The blood runs down my back, with all the red it lacks

The fingers have become numb and so has my heart

Saturn devouring his son

There’s a necessity in his action

There’s a fun in violence and oppression

Saturn devouring his son

Nobody cares about your thoughts

And your art is shit

Saturn devouring his son

Do you see the blood that fills the street of your imagined utopia?

Saturn devouring his son

You stand on the hill of imagined love that doesn’t exist

Saturn devouring his son

Love is borne out of the lonely neediness of the beloved

You’re being used

Saturn devouring his son

Your existence is invalid

You haven’t suffered enough