i am imagining my guts spilt all over
your bedroom floor;
and you are licking my skin clean of all the
***** blood -
but the bones are all white and strong,
built tough from the labored years
of having a life
not worth living.
you will pick your teeth with them and call the police -
tell them:
there's been an emergency...
i'm a killer, stone cold killer
and there is no blood on my hands
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
a red beginning on the crown of his head;
king of nothing,
prince of everything -
yet
there's room to grow.
under a black horizon,
the shades of red hidden in bleak
discreteness
are delicious and
demonic.
demon king, demon king
he spreads his wing under the eclipsed sun:
a shadow of a former self.
no longer does he wait for the world
for a seat at the table.
he has learned that hell can be raised
when heaven won't come down.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
Everyone I know is dead inside
So let's throw a party
Inside our miserable lives
How I love that twist
When I manipulate the situation
My others strike misdirected
Let's fill the empty
With motions from the oceans
Of our others' lives
Let's play chess for battles fought
In happy clouds of datura
Dusting our design
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
i'll blow my brains out
to your favorite song;
if you see the lyrics
spelt out in my gore
maybe you can see
how much i cared
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
i wish i could tell you i love you, but i can not.
the words are too heavy on my tongue
to utter such a
bone-dry lie.
i'm high on your tar-black darkness -
that sick cloud of evil;
deep, dark, and broken.
my sun-blood will swallow you whole, so i can not tell you
that i love you.
you must split my lip and lick the lie from
my dripping
red
gore,
then beg me
to **** you again.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
my mouth has been filled with a flood;
the waters are tainted with the acid of the world.
it wears my teeth down into
pearled-knives,
and they cut the insides of my cheeks -
mixing in
bad blood with
a devilish pollution.
i cannot release a cry.
i cannot stomach the feeling.
i cannot ***** the sickness.
i've been sleepwalking into blackholes,
turning cartwheels by oblivion
with a hell
stuck between my lips.
i've been swallowed from the inside out -
flashing in and out of life
with the firestorm of
sirens.
the reds and blues scream in unison
for a world greater than you and i.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
there has been a silence in my life
that has been ringing
with the furor
of gunshots.
the hot-smoked blow of air
giving birth to death in metal -
and my ears bleed a red
more red than blood.
i am deaf to all reason and numb to every feeling.
i am a doll made of dirt
and fake gold.
no marks of teeth will ever scar me.
i stand proudly with a broken back
smiling
even though
there's nothing to live for.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
i drip my arms over your tired shoulders.
my hands cascade down your paper-thin back.
you're always crying.
and you're terrible wings tremble, but my dew-soaked fingers are
nimble
and unkind.
this is why no one can love me.
my heart is ill and beating with the strength of a
dying light.
pulsing off and on and off and on.
i carry scissors.
while i hug my poor self,
i clip my wings with the ease of a
psychopath.
there is an end somewhere
but not here.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
i have learned to breathe under holy water -
grew gills so strong they are
lined with celestial gold.
the ocean is a puddle to me now.
and i ***** pearls of pain,
lick them clean with my acetylene
tongue.
my acids will heal what the world cannot.
pills and love potions
can't take away
my virginity.
i am clean, so clean.
the devil watches me and
cringes at my radioactive light.
for i am dead and alive all at once.
poison, poison.
the radium drips from my lips like
babyspit and i am too pure
for god himself
so i offer my golden blood
to a higher power
that would take the pureness of it all
and make it an ounce
of what i could have been
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC