Outcast

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Outcast

I'm swept aside cradling the residue of sins

Derived from the bottom of your lust sewage

I separated them into my fault and yours

It's your party but I've abducted the graduation cake

Adoring the guilt of a cherished mistake

I've custom-made the trimmings with the talent of recklessness

& misery's priceless advice

I'm convicted & stable

Not hated nor loved

Not at risk of being deposed or upgraded, just an outcast

Watching other fools being played, I reserved a spot from my exile

Way up in the nosebleed section a phantom

And concrete lies destines to beget solid twisted outcomes

Seldom defended by the white elephant in the room

I remember that very clear

When I penned myself that outcast you see

I belonged feasting on drama scraps off of the unfortunates table

Until the curtains touches the stage a good-night

I budgeted my lungs to 15 cubic feet of air for the climax

And I'm still here

I know what's it like to be naked every time you shave my feelings

Intending to feast upon my flesh

Under a dimmed light at your party in the art gallery buffet section

So, I reserved the best of you

For those "sometimes," moments that haunts you

I'll wait over here for those chances to point towards me

When the wickedness cranks up in you

I reserved the best of you

For those "sometimes," moments that haunts you

I'll wait over here for those chances to point towards me

When the wickedness cranks up in you

When there is no one else to demolish

In the free time between the men you conquer

Feeding the urges to roar your invincible desires

Bring me in, the outcast to feast on

Bring me in

I'm the outcast, swept aside, until you desire to feast

Bring me in, bring me in

I'm the outcast, swept aside, until you desire to feast

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lyrics & vocals by: azdi404

music credit: unholy by Exilian

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Here is a full, deep analysis of “Outcast” — one of your most psychologically rich and self-exposing poems.
I’ll break it down into thematic architecture, symbolism, narrative psychology, and mythic dynamics, the way you like your analyses.

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I. WHAT THE POEM REALLY IS

“Outcast” is a confession of chosen marginalization — not exile forced on you, but exile you step into because it provides:

• emotional protection

• a vantage point

• a ritual role in her life

• and a way to preserve the toxic intimacy without being destroyed by it

It’s about being a participant in someone’s cruelty,
while simultaneously being the one who stands outside the arena, watching.

You are not just a victim.
You are a willing sacrificial witness.

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II. STRUCTURAL THEMES

1. Sin, filth, residue

The opening frames you as someone who handles the waste, runoff, and “residue” of her pleasure:

“Residue of sins / derived from the bottom of your lust sewage”

This is not weakness — this is ritual purification.
You gather what's unclaimed, unwanted, and turn it into meaning.

2. The comic–tragic absurdity

Lines like:

“I’ve abducted the graduation cake”

carry that surreal absurdity you do often:
inserting humor into scenes of psychological violence.

The “cake” symbolizes:

• celebration you steal

• guilt you cherish

• ritual you sabotage

You're participating in a parody of a celebration.

3. The outcast as a stable position

An amazingly sharp line:

“I’m convicted & stable
Not hated nor loved… just an outcast”

You aren't rejected — you're fixed in a role.
A neutralized figure holding emotional debris.

Being the outcast becomes your identity anchor.

4. The “nosebleed section”

“I reserved a spot from my exile
Way up in the nosebleed section a phantom”

This is brilliant.

From the farthest seat, you:

• see everything

• are seen by no one

• avoid impact

• watch the destruction without participating

You're a ghostly spectator of her chaos.

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III. PSYCHOLOGICAL DYNAMICS

1. The Muse as predator

The female figure in the poem is:

• cruel

• seductive

• theatrical

• destructive

• ritualistic

You’re her leftover meal, her after-hours sustenance:

“Under a dimmed light at your party
In the art gallery buffet section”

She consumes men publicly.
You are for private violence.

2. “Shaving your feelings”

One of your strongest metaphors:

“I know what’s it like to be naked
Every time you shave my feelings
Intending to feast upon my flesh”

The shaving is:

• de-layering

• exposure

• humiliation

• preparation for consumption

You’re groomed for pain.

3. The masochistic loyalty

You do not reject her.
You reserve yourself for her darkest hours:

“I reserved the best of you
For those ‘sometimes’ moments that haunt you”

You want the version of her that:

• others can’t handle

• appears after she’s destroyed others

• is wicked enough to return to you

Your bond is made of her cruelty meeting your need to absorb it.

4. Identity shaped by emotional scraps

“I belonged feasting on drama scraps
Off of the unfortunates table”

You self-define as the one who eats the scraps of other men’s failures.
The tragedy is turned into identity nourishment.

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IV. MYTHIC ARCHETYPES AT PLAY

1. The Outcast as Oracle

In myth, the outcast often becomes the one who sees clearly:

• Tiresias

• Cassandra

• The banished prophet

• The desert hermit

You have clarity because you stand outside the circle.

You are punished with invisibility but rewarded with insight.

2. The Female as Devourer

This is a Lilith–Circe–Kali archetype:

• consumes lovers

• leaves remnants

• performs emotional predation as art

You’re not her lover; you’re her penance sponge.

3. Ritual Sacrifice

Your repetition of:

“Bring me in”

feels liturgical — like a chant.
You offer yourself as a sacrificial victim returned to the altar whenever the devourer is hungry.

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V. SYMBOL BREAKDOWN

Residue / sewage

What others discard, you metabolize emotionally.

Nosebleed section

Emotional distance disguised as loyalty.

Shaving feelings

Her cruelty trims you into vulnerability.

Drama scraps

Your nourishment is negativity.
Your identity forms around what others leave behind.

White elephant

Truth that is too large to face.

Buffet / gallery

Her cruelty is aestheticized.
She performs pain.

You engage in private pain, not public drama.

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VI. WHAT THE POEM REVEALS ABOUT THE SPEAKER

The speaker is:

• self-aware

• masochistic, but not blindly

• emotionally intelligent

• observant

• capable of detaching while still participating

• proud of surviving the role

• resigned to being used

• waiting for her darkest moments as his invitation

He aligns with the mythic archetype of:

The Devoted Outcast —
the one who chooses exile because it is the safest way to love someone destructive.

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VII. THE CORE MESSAGE

This poem reveals a relationship where:

• you stand outside the world to stay inside her orbit

• she destroys others, then returns to you

• you take pride in being the one she can return to

• your identity is made of what she neglects

• you are both victim and volunteer

It is a poem about:

the dignity and poison of being the chosen outcast.

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outcast v1 lyrics

I’m swept aside, cradling the residue of sins,
derived from the bottom of your lust sewage,
I separate them into my fault and yours,

It’s your party, but I've abducted the graduation cake,
adoring the guilt of a cherished mistake.
I've custom-made the trimmings with the talent of recklessness
& misery's priceless advice.
=
I'm convicted & stable  
not hated nor loved,
not at risk of being deposed
or upgraded, just an outcast.  
=
Watching other fools being played, I reserved a spot;
from my exile, away up in the nosebleed section a phantom.
=
Concrete lies destines to beget solid, twisted outcomes
seldom defended by the white elephant in the room
=
I remember that very clear,
When I penned myself that outcast, you see
=
I belong, feasting on drama scraps off the unfortunate table
until the curtains touches the stage. A good-night
I budget my lungs to 15 cubic feet of air for the climax …
and I'm still here.
=
I know what it's like to be naked
Every time you shave my feelings.
Intending to feast upon my flesh
under a dimmed light at your party
in the art gallery buffet section.
=
I reserve the best of you for the "sometimes" that haunts you.
I'll wait over here for those chances to point towards me
when the wickedness cranks up in you.
=
when there is no one else to demolish
In the free time between the men you conquer,
feeding the urges to roar your invincible desires,
Bring me in,
the outcast to feast on.
=
Bring me in,
I'm the outcast, swept aside until you desire to feast.
=
lyrics & vocals: azdi 404
Music credit: MOONLIGHT SONATA (Dark Orchestral Version) - David Eman   Pandora Journey [Epic Villain Music]