Vitiate the hull of mutton
Taste the stringy woman lungs
Suffocating in coiling scaly black tar demon opium smoke
The voluptuous carpentry is anxiously hyperventilating
Your throat is baby xylophone
You teeth are fuzzy rabbits
Their fur is thick and itchy upon your tongue

The slide of octopus silk is massaging the nerves to pointy slumber
Deep in the cauldron the baleen gates are straw and rapidly parting
For some reason they won’t swim up
You taste salt’s bite
Emerge from the sea before you drown
You silly fool

Pilgrims are waging the mass death
Great lynches mandated by God
Wailing with stinking dying young
Having a picnic at the gallows

Whiskey shivers alive
Boiling and screaming in tongues
Strobing from inhuman pain to morphine stupor’s loving numb

Your rapist is a pastor
Your child is the angel that keeps you from returning home to rosy Eden

Eve
Your families’ legs are sewn in a knot
They are frantically dancing the reel of the beheaded roach
Untie their rainbow thighs
To pay penance for your grave disobedience

Apologize to your hardworking father
He’s doing the best he can
Forgive your ungrateful daughter
Adam
Cain
David

Washroom
Pam is crying
Towels are crying
Soap is laughing
I’m laughing  
You’re Pam

You are mouse and you are crumb
Yellow red striped glaucous cat
The fawn’s neck pulsing thick with squirming lump of rat

Realize
This is all occurring
In the wan lakes of your lady eyes
Seventy six have you
Love
Kill
Breed

The paper walls are breathing in melodic unison with
Thee

You are the Christian
Frantic running from the lion’s jaws
You are bored and waiting for the Greek tragedy
You are Hindu
Attempting to dodge Britain’s guns
You mercilessly ram the bayonet into his muddy wrinkly face

You see the assassin firing
See the bullets pierce
Yet all you feel is your index finger hooking the smooth trigger
And the rough handle of the handgun

The black eared checkered cat
Hissing with xiphoid lizard teeth
Not pretty enough to support your drug religion

Hungers for smiling child
Hungers for drowning fear
Glazed on tattered wings of shredded feathers  
The hot slaughtered meat

Escape the toilet’s screaming
It needs
Exact
Change
The sink bedpan is overflowing with bleeding
Singing
Roses

Air is acid breakfast scented cereal urine

This film is bad it’s bad
It’s Nixon
Lenin
Jackie
Gein

EEEEEEEEEEE
A high pitched eerie screeching
Pitch shifted hymns echoing in Westminster

Your sister the spinster of my festering whisker!

Sacrifice your schedule to the great lord Day Plan
Burn the calendar
Burn the crying trees and their hair accessories

Tiny arms are sprouting from your fingers with their own tiny hands
Tiny arms from their fingers are growling with gushing stumps

A body within a body’s body
You are the human macrophage
Be a cannibal when you grow up

You realize your son isn’t yours
He’s the bastard of your rival pack
Become Cronos with radiant mane and the hairs of the velvet sun

Across the wood frame mirror
You see me smear
The graffiti crooked and huge black words
God is great
Get the pants

Bornless
Ageless
Virtue
Spent

Crescent
Eye
Virgin
Head

Ribs
Cou­ntless
Form
Dread

Scentless
Empty
Russet
Dress

Toast
Ashes
Blac­k
Dust

Flesh
Jam
Butter
Crunch

Auburn
Locks
Callous
Laugh

Lure­d
Bound
Body
Thrashed

Spirits
Furious
Corpse
Dragged

Fluids
Bot­tled
Sweetest
Drank

Eyeless
Lipless
Songs
Sang

Puppet
Strings
B­ody
Hangs

Krystal Lèleck
Krystal Lèleck
Nov 26, 2016

Ever feel like the wind is speaking words
You can almost hear?
Howled syllables that give you shivers
And dance upon the air.
Just a trick, my imagination throwing a fit.
And yet…
Is somewhere there?

Evelyn Smith
Evelyn Smith
Nov 5, 2016

Radio static and stale cigarettes.
A little too much wine and constant regret.

My head hurts,
they say that's because I'm ill.
I think it's because I mixed alcohol with pills.

They're fading away now
I smell of depression and antiperspirant.
One more bottle and they might think I'm elegant.

Lonely is a hollow feeling like the bottom of this bottle
Lonely is £7.10p
And I've got £220 to spend

I forgot what it's like to talk with my mouth open
Because I normally talk in my head.
Hallucinations aren't going to put a man in my bed.

Knit Personality
Knit Personality
Sep 17, 2016

The day is cold and dark and dreary.  It rains.
I'm trippin' willies on some hillbilly belladonna,
Absorbing into the personality
That will die with my body
The dreary day.
Life is a dream,
A dark dream.

O.O

Lynnëa M
Lynnëa M
Sep 15, 2016

The good in me feels the illness seeping in...
The fear.
The Anxiety.
They're Crawling Under MY SKIN!

My eyes are straining to see the beauty in my soul.
Always running away has taken it's toll.

I have nothing to be scared of...
Maybe that's the worst part.
These hallucinations drive everyone away while they tear me apart.

Knit Personality
Knit Personality
Sep 11, 2016

I’m all alone.
I swallow a tube of pills.
This is some dirty shit,
some real hillbilly shit.
Thirty minutes later the party starts.
I’ve invited some very strange guests into my head and house.
I’m very heavy.
I can’t remember anything…

“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
It echoes…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
My voice is pale and ghostly.
It’s as dry as my mouth.
There’s a lot of talking in that other room.
I go to the room…
I’m afraid to open the door…
They’re on the other side…
But I have to open the door…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I open the door…
The room is empty.
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…

Bugs are everywhere.
Bugs are crawling everywhere.
Colors are dull.
Sounds are dull.
Everything is dull.
I’m dull.
I’m very dull and heavy.
I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
I’m awake in a PG-13 nightmare.
I'm in my own Halloween Town.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I can’t remember anything…

“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I’m very heavy.
I go to sit down, and I plop down.
I’m very heavy.
"ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…

I’m all alone.
Colors are weird.
Sounds are weird.
Everything is weird.
I’m weird.
I’m very weird and very heavy.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…

I get up.
I’m very heavy.
I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…
I can’t remember anything…

There’s a lot of talking in that other room.
I go to the room…
I’m afraid to open the door…
They’re on the other side…
But I have to open the door…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…
I open the door…
The room is empty.
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…

I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
There are so many bugs…
They’re squirming around everywhere…
Huge-ass, nasty bugs…
crawling everywhere…
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…
I can’t remember anything…

I’m awake in a PG-13 nightmare.
I’d better enjoy it:
I’ll be suicidally depressed for the next few days…
I’m going to feel horrible for the next few days…
That I remember…

I can’t remember anything…
What’d I just say?…
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…

O.O

AmoriKen Madness
AmoriKen Madness
Aug 15, 2016

Ambien Angel,
Hallucinate
a halo

to replace
the self-doubt
that you’ve got
wrapped around
your mind

We only talk
at times
of
Swirling
self-destructive
forces

I felt your
distress call
through the ether

Spiraling
down
down
wrapped
in a cloud
of smoke, whiskey
and Bukowski

There you were,
The American Spirit
staring back
from the
Apothic abyss
of red wine
and controlled
prescriptions.

We all
get so alone sometimes
in Tales of Ordinary Madness

It just makes sense
to let another
Siren sing our ships
towards crimson catastrophe

But you handle
the collisions
so gracefully

Looking so
God-damn divine
like your name

This time
Go lightly
and let’s float
away

Virginia Davidson
Virginia Davidson
May 25, 2016

some days I'm awake
Others I'm asleep
Try to relive the moment
But unfortunately I'm too weak

Asleep last for months
Painful and dark
Treading like a ghost in chains
I can't get very far

Blood is red
And as warm as humidity
Sticky and dead
There is no serenity

Being awake
Is no better than asleep
For that's when /they/ come
The voices that scream

Plenty of energy
But nothing to do
Seeing a door open
Yet no one comes through

Feeling as if
Someone's touching your spine
But you blink and realize
It was only your mind

These are the tortures
Of awake and asleep
Flipping back and forth
As my sanity leaks

Ana S
Ana S
May 6, 2016

Stop your screaming child.
The angel said I have to.
Do you want to go to the promised land?
If you want to enter his kingdom you must be cleansed of sin.
Stop moving.
It will only hurt a second.
You are a sin!
The angel said I must cleanse you!

Moms angel
 
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