Celebrant of Tears
My name is Anna. Anna Nimus.
I am a cryaholic. I love pain and
if I could, I would throw myself a
party to reinforce my condoning
of each and every hole and scar
I so dauntingly earn. I also love it
when I fall and bleed. Watch as I
crash and burn, painting victorious
works of art in the concrete, wood,
carpet, and linoleum. Majestic.
My hobbies are hammering 9 inch
nails to a replica of the very cross
that Jesus Christ was crucified on.
It's one of my favorite hang out spots.
Scream and cry in my wake, or to
awaken me. There's no matter. Let
us rejoice in your sadness, for I will
absorb it for you, amplify it, and spit
it into your face like generic snuff.
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I invite you all to come
to the parties to ensue
To the masquerades,
balls, and gatherings of few
Jump not too high, too quickly or far.
Anna Nimus, you know who you are.
I am a cryaholic. I love pain and
if I could, I would throw myself a
party to reinforce my condoning
of each and every hole and scar
I so dauntingly earn. I also love it
when I fall and bleed. Watch as I
crash and burn, painting victorious
works of art in the concrete, wood,
carpet, and linoleum. Majestic.
My hobbies are hammering 9 inch
nails to a replica of the very cross
that Jesus Christ was crucified on.
It's one of my favorite hang out spots.
Scream and cry in my wake, or to
awaken me. There's no matter. Let
us rejoice in your sadness, for I will
absorb it for you, amplify it, and spit
it into your face like generic snuff.
-
I invite you all to come
to the parties to ensue
To the masquerades,
balls, and gatherings of few
Jump not too high, too quickly or far.
Anna Nimus, you know who you are.
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