VIVARIUM CHAPTER 10 – “Strawberry”

“Strawberry”

Written by Evagal Eve

“The narrow street with red lights and bare skin is beautiful only if you look away

Let’s pretend it doesn’t exist in society

 

Moon rises and desire pulses

Your name – which I can’t recall – plays delightfully with the stars

I’m holding an umbrella for the rain, to give to you

But you’re locked away behind those red streetlights again

 

Oni, Oni, could you let the naked pregnant girl out of her cage?

I’d like to think she’s more than just a parasitic whore

Oni, Oni, could you let the naked pregnant girl out of her cage?

Everyone is waiting their turn to play with her

 

The narrow street with poverty and corpses is beautiful only if you look away

Let’s pretend it doesn’t exist in society

 

You’re wearing heels with an extravagant blue xxxxxx,

Your name – which I can’t recall – plays delightfully with the onlookers

I hand you my umbrella for the rain, and you hold it well

But as we step over the corpses, you whisper,

 

“My body is broken and my mind is withered

More than anything, can’t you save me for one night?

Your kindness is all I have to hold close to my chest”

 

Oni, Oni, could you let the naked pregnant girl out of her cage?

I’d like to think she’s more than just a parasitic whore

Oni, Oni, could you let the naked pregnant girl out of her cage?

Everyone is waiting their turn to play with her”

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Vivarium Chapter 9 – “Umbrella”

“Umbrella”

Written by Evagal Eve

 

“I want to define my pain

Yet all I can see lately is your face

The masquerading smile you bare rakes grounded trust

I want to define my agony

Yet my abyssal vortex whirls in a blood-soaked fury

The masquerading eyes you bare rapes what is left of my sanity

 

Your happiness is suffocating

 

Clawing relentlessly, clawing relentlessly to break skin

Into my own flesh and bone

Whispering on the broken wind isn’t enough to stop me

Is the digital life still artificial?

Laughing as my own existence is pulled to the brink

Another night of watching my blood drip into the sink

 

I’ve tried to define my existence

Shallow motivation and empty words

I’ve tried to define my purpose

Wandering throughout the perspective of humanity’s facets

 

Boxed into a shell that doesn’t resuscitate

Gripping tightly with blood seeping through the cracks

Crushed breath and faltering peace

 

Your happiness is suffocating

 

Squeezing relentlessly, squeezing relentlessly with convulsions

To crush my own windpipe

Whispering on the broken wind isn’t enough to stop me

Are you still there?

Laughing as my own existence is pulled to the brink

Another night of watching my blood drip into the sink”

VIVARIUM Chapter 8 – “Pale Legs/Rose Belmont”

“Pale Legs/Rose Belmont”

-Written by Evagal Eve

 

“Rotting under the bed of the tormented

There is still a lost child in the mist of the abyssal lair

The door lock laughs relentlessly as it exposes the sleeping self

I lay in the absolute darkness and listen closely for the “click”

Wondering left and right, I grip the covers closely as my ears catch the noise

Forbidding the true intention

This broken body rots, withers, dissipates into moonless night

The sweat drips from my forehead in fear, as the hair stands up

My skin freezes in the cold night – the tapestry begins to bleed carefully

It’s you again?

 

Oh, oh. My body becomes hot again as the stranger is here

The fear I feel intensifies as the door is opened

More – give me more poison so I can sleep

My pale legs hold a broken placenta

As my shut eyes bleed through and my heart echoes

 

The flesh rotting underneath my chest begins to seep through

The hidden stranger retreats through the door

Peering into the nothingness, my sanity leaks out from my body

As the chains around my ankles slowly rot the flesh that I once had

My heart that has fallen out of my chest pounds incessantly

As the newborn slowly fades into oblivion, my pale legs holding it close

 

PALE LEGS – The tattoo ink mixes with blood and covers the fetus

PALE LEGS – The tainted cries of the self that rake the sanity

PALE LEGS – The body that became hot no longer functions

PALE LEGS – All the blood on the pale legs

 

If you think about it, the abyss isn’t such a bad place

If you think about it, my sanity has been drained from the start

If you think about, I’m the one that doesn’t lock the door

If you think about it…”

VIVARIUM – intermission 2 – “Symmetry”

“Symmetry”

-Written by Evagal Eve (LB)

“Worthless safespace. I want to destroy it all. Garbage propaganda and nothing but blatant egotistical wall building.

//// I am not a human which glorifies the self \\\\

A darkened ocean holds the heaviest weight between the self and reality. Purging the ocean completely deconstructs identity and creates a false sense of control.

//// You, which I trusted, abandoned me \\\\

All that remains is a broken photograph which I will devour. To truly reject this society, then, is perhaps to actually remain human. What is to be said to those who are penetrated by technological tentacles? A smile only signals rain – a downpour of incessant misdirection.

//// Would crushing your heart in my hand be a catharsis? \\\\

However, no one is even reading this. Keep scrolling and finding misguided news or false identity constructing articles to like. A dome which is erected from falsification is the weakest, yet the most time consuming to shatter. I question, then, the reality that divides one from both gravity and neurology.

//// In the end, is there only the moratorium? \\\\

The girl left alone in the purple dress still dances on the oceanfront despite the upcoming storm. Perhaps she is the only one left in reality.”

VIVARIUM CHAPTER 7 – “Diadem”

“Diadem”

-Written by Evagal Eve (LB)

 

“Carving into my wrist has gotten boring,

Shall we swing the razor your way?

Impregnated with technology and arrogance

A mechanical vagina births only those bounded

Unable to look up from a modern screen,

Unable to determine loss from what is seen

Tunneling straight into a hysteria gain

Society becomes LOST AGAIN

 

Façade of happiness

Façade of happiness

Garbage, Putrid, Violent

 

Endlessly scrolling through JOY

I see straight beyond your false optimism

You’re just another hooked-up fake

Technological tentacles warping your brain

 

Are you listening?

Reposting useless articles again

Are you listening yet?

No, that post doesn’t describe who you are

Are you listening?

Social media promotes anti-intelligence, fuck you

Are you listening yet?

Vomiting up a false identity

 

A fake bubble created at your leisure

How kind of them to strap you down!

Keeping your “friends” close to you,

How odd you all think alike?

You can’t see past the screen,

You can’t see past the lights,

Tunneling straight into a hysteria gain,

Society becomes LOST AGAIN

 

Façade of happiness

Façade of happiness

Garbage, Putrid, Violent

 

Living outside of realism; let’s add reality back in!

Will a picture of my cut wrist get many LIKES?

Will a picture of disillusioned truth get many LIKES?

 

Are you listening?

Reposting useless articles again

Are you listening yet?

No, that post doesn’t describe who you are

Are you listening?

Social media promotes anti-intelligence, fuck you

Are you listening yet?

Vomiting up a false identity”

VIVARIUM CHAPTER 6 – “EFFICACY”

“EFFICACY”

-Written by Evagal Eve

“Hello beings with supposed happiness,

A word behind my shallow eye festers

Eating force fed garbage from your trough,

Those within their social media bubble,

Can you kindly fuck off?

Laughing manically, she said to me:

“When I’m happy, I daydream of ways to kill myself”

I want to change the world, but I’m here

Her wracked mind remains all but clear;

Love, passion, sex, pleasure

Rotting in her uniform,

These words betrayed her

 

I don’t know how to stop the bleeding

Crimson juice splattering from her mouth

Existence of her newly dyed sanguine coat

She smiles widely as she kisses me,

Vomiting her blood down into my throat

Crying, she said to me:

“I can’t even pleasure myself”

I want to change the world, but I require it all

Identity, morality, connection

These words define her existence

 

To touch and become one

Her frozen body burns my skin

Yet her flower blooms warmly;

Chaotic desire to blend rationality

Slowly her blood enters me; beholding what she considers art

My chest pushes to hers and pulsates in sync;

The acceptance of a new, wet heart

 

The words “madness” and “psychopathic”

Echo within my splintered mind

Staring into her eyes of bloodstone,

A storm of her honey mucus covers my soul

Unwavering, I touch her

She is sick.

The “I” that loves her wishes for her corruption

The “I” that loves her will become sick”

VIVARIUM CHAPTER 5 – “SOCiETY”

“SOCiETY”

-Written by Evagal Eve

“A thunderous applause bringing corruption,

REBIRTH – I’ve severed the vein of existence

A thunderous applause from misled followers,

FEAR – This soul mixes rage and rationality

All onto the crowd as they are taken for granted

I embrace this fury, this reason, this passion

And I hold her above me as she leads us

 

I’ll murder all of them with just my words of rebellion

My fist in the air breaks through the hazed broken bind

I don’t know how long I can wait for this fucking revolution

Their chains fall to contain my soul and mind

 

A thunderous applause that spurs excitement within the leaders

RENDER – this organic chain bleeds when cut

A thunderous applause that echoes into my ears

SMILE – Together we will scream until our souls burn out

She stands above us and directs our voices

Her passion that passes into me
She touches me, teaches me, leads me

I’ll murder all of them with just my words of rebellion
My fist in the air breaks through the hazed broken bind
I don’t know how long I can wait for this fucking revolution
Their chains fall to contain my soul and mind”