My thoughts are spiraling like Lateralus was playing again
I aim to win, only I'm not sure if I'm shooting straight
I got an ego like you've never seen,
only I've been suppressing it so long I finally earned my sir-name.
I think that means I can now complain about how everything is aflame in this war game between our pen names.
Or is that pet names?
You've got a piece of me that I didn't know I had given up
and I'm scared to death of how simple it is to crush
my very existence in the palm of your hand.
I demand a trial by keyboard, so the warlords I've adored can finally see my lack of spinal cord and my criminal record.
Death dances disco around me tonight,
as everything burns around me tonight,
and I just don't want to be around me tonight,
so why do you?

Let the dead dance on my grave
and let me join them

For I know which way the wind blows
and all I can do is pray

I'm nothing short of illuminated
in the light from the gallows

Should I hang this day or another
is of no matter worth considering

I've made my bed, slept,
and now I wake broken

My back is bowed, my hands bloodied,
this is the life I've made

I shant take it back for aught
and nothing you do can make me

My whole body shivers and shakes
with every word left unspoken.
And I don't know if this fire is because I'm broken,
but I desire the funeral pyre and a 21 gun salute.
It's kinda cute, isn't it?
This pain I put me through;
or maybe it's you?
But should that be subject or object?
I guess the truth is I object the coming car wreck on the horizon.
But I haven't slowed down, so what's that saying now?
I'll only have myself to blame
but it's worth the pain
for even another minute
or a second smile.
I can't help what I feel
or the quantity of it.
I just want you to know that I ******' hate it
and love it.
So when your lips slit my wrists
my last wish is that you dug it.

I am the devil on your shoulder
The fist-**** that splits you apart
The coldest slaveholder
Turning your flesh into
A work of art

I am the evil of man
From the atom split apart
No attention span
Or anytime for
Your bleeding heart

I am the plague priest
A disease of the heart
The lonely ****** beast
In heat and shall seek
To rip you apart

I am loveless Christ:
He who walks on water
and only drowns
under your
obligations.

And I still love each and every one of you.
From the ****** to the harlots, the housewives, single mothers and emo creamsicles.
The scene chicks with the big hair always held a hold on my chest.
Dyed hair, whiskey and cigarettes.
Play another round, let's stay a while and place another bet.
The house is losing at last, so goodbye to all of you.
An **** subsides, the **** of a nation's replaced the pornstars.
I've got horns on from the things I've done to you, for you and with you.
A latina *** is sleeping in my bed and there's a Colombian marching band playing through my head.
There's only so many pikes to fit these holes and hoist my severed visage.
I'm a wizard but not the grand type; more Gandolf the grey, country white boy neurodivergent.
The city's gone now there's a kitten in my bed, with her *** in the air and the smell of **** and *** in the air.
There's an animalistic, cannibalistic streak to the violence between our touches.
I'm a rough **** hungover from a trip down suicide lane again;
At least it's more ideation and less action;
But ain't that my problem these days anyway?
I miss the dyed hair, the tattoos and the things I'mma do to you.
Let's hurry up this solo-death and spill ****** fluids across the canvas again, lover one.

Young and tender,
Her flesh, it renders
One incomplete
Or so it seeks
With razor sharp claws
And rapacious applause
To consume whomsoever
She's really quite so clever
In that all that she meets
Is all that she eats
With no names exchanged
And nothing arranged
I wish I had known this all before
I brought her home through the front door

I am a being made of shame
And all that I am
I can see in you

I am pathetic in my apathy
And, yes, I know
You could care less

My mind self-destructs
In glowing patterns
That replicate themselves
Endlessly
Until I can't even tell
If I'm me or I'm you

Talk a lot of ****
But ain't put up with it
'Cause all of your beliefs
Have stained your ******' teeth
Black, brown, and baby green
Strugglin' like a fiend
To get close to god again
Let her wash you of your sin
Merely worship at her feet
Lapping up her sick disease
Claims to save you from microbes
Some colloidal silver for your lobes
Her skin blue and deadly thin
Fist in where life begins
God hole seeping ready pour
They call her mother *****

I pine for you, my pineal princess
Wash me in your waves of dmt
Let me taste each color, sound
And float away to inner space
I have no body, this is no place
Too long I've screamed, I lack a face
My hands shake crooked, I stroke god's cheek
And taste her poison, inside of neith

Are we drunk enough to **** yet?
Come on everybody, place your bet
We're racing our anxieties
But never finding the finish line
**** me, oh won't you please?
Thrill me, become mine
Thine will to be done
Til' summer has come
And away we go with abandon

Nostalgic love,
a warm lap to lay your head -
never to be returned.

Nostalgic love,
forgetting the enmity -
and the fights that were yet to come.

Nostalgic love,
a piece of your heart dying in your chest -
move past and carry on.

Nostalgic love,
how you taunt me in photographs -
forever imaging what never was.

Nostalgic love,
longing for a place that is no more -
you can never return home once you've left.

Nostalgic love,
forever gone.

I'm not doing well
I'm lost thinking about slitting my wrists,
Shooting my head,
And suicide that fits

And it's not going away
It only gets worse
Nobody listens when I cry for help
So they'll be surprised when I'm off to hell

There's a murderer down the block
Oh wait, I guess that's just a cop
Ain't see the difference there, can you?
But I mean, what the **** can we do?
That doesn't get us beat along the head
Another statistic of the dead
Only they don't report those, do they?

She screams and claws my face
I bleed, the skin replaced
God grant this daily race
But keep the bread from the poor
Those wretches we adore
Only when they're breaking backs
Don't break our cheques
Nor relent til' death
Or our goddess will be forced to rent
My peasant flesh again

Blood ******, though blessed be my enemies
I've been doing fine lately, so maybe that's why there's less lines in my mind.
I've been lost imagining fingers on my spine, breath in my ear and your tongue on my lips.
Couldn't give a **** if my anxiety tells me to quit; that's what it said about writing but what keeps these lights on?
I'm a crisis but one that's running out of steam.
Soon I'm going to have to accept that I'm just fine and let this version of myself die.
Not sure why I keep holding on, I guess I kinda like the way the words flow when I let 'em.
But I'm getting older, another decade facing me from across a calendar flip.
Not quite "oh ****, this is it" levels of old but enough to realize I'm not sure what I want to be.
A year ago I wasn't so dead set on building a house and starting a family.
Now I want to be a grandfather with some goats in his yard, a pipe on his lips and too much knowledge to be allowed to live.
I kid, but only in the slightest.
Let my ****** be justified, just let it be far away.
Rather raise a kid and see them grow into their own while I water the garden of my own consciousness.
Grow some skills with lots of tender care and prosper properly in perfection permanently.

Exploitation of masses is what I'm after
Another player in an industry overwrought
But I've got all that I bought and it just ain't enough
Ain't got the power needed to sway the herd
So I'll focus on you, you, and you
Infest your brain like a worm, twisting things all unearned
One-on-one-on-one-on-one, all things eventually come undone
Thinking sane lost to infected brain
To make you what I want of you
I'll destroy what's already been built
Ain't gonna make it up better, just broken
In that way that lets me fill
The cracks of your mind like concrete
Me-me-me-me, is all you'll see or believe
Until' it comes crumbling down
My little attempt at a festive Jonestown

Come on baby, **** in those cheeks
Another rock to smoke, a little more coke to stroke
It ain't over til' it's over and baby it's never over
Addicts addicted to everything addictive
TV, *******, **** and brain
Fast food, slow rides,
We've got an environment to poison
And we don't care, we ain't looking for a cure
Toss ourselves on the fire of apathy
24/7 we're told its ending
So throw a party, throw some oil on the fire
Heed the lies and don't try to change
It's easier to die when you don't put up a fight
It's easier high, when you don't have a life
It's easier to cry, when you disassociate
So let's soak ourselves in our tears,
Have a good cry
And get on with the planetary suicide

My lips crack and split
As another wave breaks against the ship
And the hopelessness sinks in

The captain's dead at my feet
A knife plunged deep inside his gut
My knuckles white around the handle

I'm not ready yet to die
But accept we won't survive
The deep and vast sea
Leaves you lost to soul like me

Now fire rips through ropes
A demonic hull is wrote
Against a yearning blue
The heat devours all that's true
Falling of the side
A head-first suicide
To dive beneath the waves
And never surface ev'r again

I got a head so big no halo fits me,
Don't **** with, ****, fight, or kiss me
I've got **** for breath, yeah I'm smoking whiskey
And baby's breath sweetly sings my medley.

I'm torn up and exacerbated,
Exhausted, but hey, I just masturbated,
So come quick, and see the Eden I painted
Before the pigs leave it ******' tainted.

I'm angry, I'm scared, I'm happy, I'm feared;
I'm everything you could want to be, wrapped up in a blanket weaved from my own neurosis.

I want to see your pretty face all black and blue,
Maybe a dash of red or two;
This part of me
It hates you
                     but what else is new?

Don't hesitate when the gang **** gets to you,
The pigs go marching two-by-two
Crushing freedom under the boot-
Licker's salivating watch.

Here I am, barely awake and half starved
I'm exhausted of being exhausted
But closing my eyes and you're all I see
Each movement and melody
It's an exhaustive list of that which is killing me
Your hands, flat, running down the leg of your jeans
Each ******' smile pristine
I'll thank god to let me cherish this memory
And your eyes ... so alive
I'm being pulled every which way but all I want to do
Is witness you
Words come to mind like divine, sublime, fine saccharine
But in my silence I'm columbine inside
Walking a fine line between destitute pursuit and abused lewd
My insides ache for what goes on behind closed doors
Baby, I'm a ***** but I've always been more, always been yours
Always been always was
But always ain't nearly long enough these days
I've got it bad, each line I hear reminds me of you
Reminds me I'm *******
I've got a world of pain ahead of me here and I'm steering towards the median each time I close my eyes.
I don't know if you know what you do or if your words are as carefully chosen as mine.
If you do, then I guess I'm the mouse finally bleeding dry this time.

I've been a *******
Filled with regrets
And little vignettes
So woe is me

I want to apologize to people that I can't find
For things not so safe to define

I've forgotten more people than I remember
But I haven't forgotten you
Despite all the **** I do
There's still pieces missing

I'm far too old to be young
And far too young to be sentimental
Fighting with my insecurities
And chemical deficiencies

I don't know quite what I want
And expect less, less, less
If you ever read this,
I'm sorry.

I was always a mess
But it shouldn't have spewed onto you
When you need friendship, companion
And I panic and abandon.

All I can really say is
******* it.

It's not my intention to bring pain everywhere I go
Just how I've lived; so, baby, it's all I know


With a hand wrapped around my throat,
And another in my lap,
I'm death-defying,
******' flying,
Ready to crash.
Land another job,
But it doesn't get rid of me.
Ain't nothing that does,
Is that stupidity or an epiphany?


Lord knows I'm a liar.
I got my downswings but this life ain't so bad,
After all, it's all I've had
I only wish I could have spent it better,
cradling your head in my lap
and running my hands through your hair.

There's people I need to cut from me,
Bleeding red until I'm free,
like ribbons in the wind.

Suicidal tendencies
Inside my brain
Will render me
Inert
A thousand times
Infinity
The threshold of
Your buggery
And tasteless fiends
We seldom see
Inside our ruptured
Appendixes
Find with peace
Our slaughtered glee
Laughter muted
Faces stuck in contorted
Glee
Like these ghosts
Now haunting me

I am a void that you can't fill
So just avoid me like a ****
But remember that where your breath dwells
I'm there as well
Between the beats of your heart,
the stops and the starts
Hear me whispering your name in the dark
Like the devil on your shoulder
Ain't no angel givin' orders
I'll be the face that you see
While he's got you on your knees
Don't worry baby,
Your secret was never safe with me.

Scared of the scared grace of your stare
I would dare, but how does one admit they care?
I'm prone to over think things, though you paint me a blank
So the gun you hold to my heart never kills.
But it does make me hesitate.
Too late, and getting older everyday,
Maybe this is a crisis,
Like the way we felt screaming out lungs out.
There's a lot I never forgot but I lack the words to share,
But it's always been there, the face and the hair.
I'm trying to be a better person each day,
But I'm a martyr with a devil on his shoulder looking for a thrill.
If looks could **** then you'd be a massacre.
My sacrament has always been la petite mort,
and the words said between.
I've managed a poem with out mentioning flame,
so maybe I'm okay,
Oh wait...

The curse of nostalgia
Reminding better days
From out of a past
Whence pain was forgot
The suffering of innocence
Gnashing at the leash
Holding back the progressive
Drowning in false pretense
Lying to sleep in waves
A beached whale
Choking the lungs
Clogging the veins
****** dreams, faded denim
Torn at the seam
Seamless

Naked and alone
There's no one calling on the phone
Ain't no parents to come home
And I'm prone to breaking apart
Falling into pieces of self-absorbed angst,
Suicidal depression and apathy
I've got all these words in me... right?
So where have they been?
Won't you come out, my friend?
Tell me all your sins
The struggles within are spiraling
Don't tell me you haven't noticed
There's no one calling on the phone
***** dangles from the beard
It'll settle down
It'll settle.

One, two
Just a few words
Any is better than none
The mire I've been wading through
Already got lost
Belligerent ******
Stumbling my way
In creative pain
A lack of sense
No sense of self
Shelved
Steel wool to the lying hand
Bleed free the ink
Taste the sunrise
Again
Seek answers
Buried questions
Beneath elms of green
Rotting corpses lie

And you will crawl,
on broken glass, should I ask.
But what does that say?
Is bleeding really how you get your way?

Maybe I'm missing something here
But there ain't all that much to see
So I doubt it.

Hands clawing my throat,
Though there ain't no lies.
Just apathy, dopamine,
and a lack of oxytocin.

We're living circular cycles,
**** near cyclical;
But we're living in a time
That's either linear or spiral.

I know a thing or two about what's eating me,
But I'm a coward, a ******* and a weak poet.
Earn a living with my words, though,
So I'll take what I can get.

I haven't bit the hand that feeds often enough,
Come on baby, you know they like it rough,
They've been ******* us, sure enough.

Now problem number two,
I'll let you doubt which is which,
Had to give you the slip,
Then you pull me right back in.

Flip again and now I'm teleporting in,
Every ******* drop of your roller coaster eyes;
They're eating me alive,
And I'd surmise,
That my stomach can only hold on so long
Before it bursts and I'm hurling up butterflies
Into yellow skies,
My demise was written on your hips.

She's on her knees and in our hearts
No time to waste, so let us start
A smile sweet and laugh to last
And three young men she has amassed

She sees us there and knows our pain
These three young men that have been slain
With blooded blade and razor'd mace
We're put to ground and then encased

Her God is dark, her God is deaf
Her God refuses to give us breath
In gardened plot we shall decay
Through our eyes the worms will play

She prays for us, three sinners lost
Across her chest she signs the cross
Yet we still burn forever more
And when she dies we shall be four

I can't slip out of the noose around my neck
You better check to see if I'm still wallowing before you come hollering
I ain't got nothing but bad dreams and she screams in technicolor verses
The curses that nip at my feet have taken me to a place where even the **** of my innocence seems sacred
Face it
We lost the bet and are both running naked and we're complacent in the lies being spread
The words never said
And the bottom of the bottle's been the only thing we've ever known
I've lost control, ready to swallow any ****** 'cept the rope's too tight and only the first hit was free
Come on and walk with me into the sea until the waves cover our heads and the voices of the dead are the only sounds in the deep
I ain't got enough sleep, toss and turn like forefathers
Dig a shallow grave for the lie of my creativity
I'm stealing baby Jesus from the nativity so he can save my soul but even he can see it ain't nothing but a hole
I've lost control and my limbs are still shaking
If this was a suicide note, would it make a difference?
Bow before my diffidence, a defier of logic that fires illogical neurons to connect disparate pieces of myself with the last breath to leave my chest
Even I'm sick of my own ****

These places
Lose faces
And shut down the blinds

These places
Lose faces
And lock and the doors

These floors
Abhor
Any trace of what could have been

These floors
Abhor
Any trace of what might have been

Shut down, find no trace of them.

(**** them) (**** them) (**** them)
Relax
The ending comes slowly

Relax
Don't forget to breathe

Their hands
All on me
Emptying my everything

I am becoming you
My first
The prettiest little corpse

Don't forget to breathe
wait WHAT came first//
\See me. bE mE/

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      phy
              xiat
                      ing

She holds
Inside
All your little lies
She holds
Inside
All the sins of mankind
Filthy womb
Inside my mind
Filthy tomb
I can't find
Filthy
My way
Filthy
Out of
Filthy
This place
Help
Suffer
Me
Help
Suffer
Me

The page
Grows longer
Every day
The page
Grows longer
In every way

Don't look
They can't see
Don't look
Or you'll find, see
See?
Seee?
Seeeeeeeeeeeeee?e
e?
eeeeeee?

He comes
Inside of me
He comes
The night filled with ecstasy
Then comes
the death of
M
e

Ripping limbs
All of them
Tearing away


Rend
Love
Tearing a hole
Right through

You don't need to know
None of us needs to know
We're held there with our eyes pried open and forced to watch as the end is televised
                                    and
                                            we beg for more
                                                                           like oil thirsty ******
     we
           alll
                  want
                             blood
                                        we
                                              all
                                                   slow
                                                            down
                                                                       to watch
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Skull-******
and broken,
she finds herself in smoke-screened back alleys,
cheap hotels, and meetings with God.

Her AA sponsor's a bottle of champagne,
but she stays sober
because she hasn't a corkscrew.

We **** in tangle of limbs,
regret mingling with moans,
our bodies becoming one,
until we part again,
distant memories already fading
by the time the door closes.

I love in her the same things
that I hate in me,
those laughing, needling points
of failure
that seem to define my waking moments.

At least she knows what she is,
the pride of the ******
and all that.

I'm still searching for answers,
long passed the point of finding,
while she looks for a moment of peace,
an escape from this waking world,
and who am I to say she's wrong?

Hold me down and **** my face
With another advertisement
About food I can't taste,
Cars I won't race,
And the death of the office space

Teach me your disease
So I can fall to my knees
Praising the god of consumeristic love
A trickle-down striptease

I'm screaming in seconds like transparent orbs
The words of intoxication blend my speech
Until my mind is barely making sense
Of the reality I've lost touch with.

I question myself and my everything
And every single movement like a weather vane
Capturing the winds of my attention
To lesson my mentions and increase the tensions.

I ain't so sure about myself as I once was,
Maybe it's all of the drugs or the lack thereof.

Hate to be a bore but I'm looking to score,
But I ain't sure if we're playing hockey, tennis or soccer.
Never suffer a witch or burn a martyr,
Especially when they're the supplier.

Ain't much of a liar but then I ain't ever been much for the truth neither.
I'm teething and biting the ***** of this so called life and I drink what I like, no matter the color.

Deep down and somewhere under, I shudder at the thought of what could be if I would stop speaking in metaphors and open up my energy in a direct application.
But since that's just a fantastic, too apt destination, I might as well shut my ******* mouth and finish this poem.

But I never know when to quit,
So last verse is dedicated to you...
Whatever the ******* are.

Drowning in blood, suffocating in mud
Half a million lives for few miles of strife
The war to end all wars only ended itself
And hell has been raised every decade since

We've murdered ourselves and murdered our kin
Lions led by donkeys pretending at men
The rifle is good but the machine is the god
Of murdering millions over a few ******* yards

I'm angry as hell that we've went through the flames
And came out the other end with no lessons in brains
No shining moment that opened our eyes,
Cleaned away the grime of a third so enlightenment we could find

In the years that have passed, we've fallen on *****
Let fascism grow like the weeds in your garden
We should be pulling faster but don't like bending our backs
So we've got nobody to blame when we're choking on gas

I feel empty and alone
Maybe that's the way it should be
With only myself left
To watch over me
I don't know what's left to say
I've loved you every single day
But love and life
Ain't got a whole lot to do with me
So I write another book
Take another job
Lose my ******* self
In the workahol
Another sleepless night
Another deadline to write
I'm killing myself
In the only way that people praise
Suicide isn't quick
Now it takes forty years
Eleven left to go, I guess

We're burning each other on the roofs of our mouths
Too tired to shout,
I've been rewired and reprogrammed to chase dreams
And aim for the jugular when I teeth, speak or ****
But I got this thorn in my side in the shape of an angel,
Me, a sinner, never-ending self-inflationist with an ego problem and too much confidence for his wellbeing.
I'm hard of hearing when we're speaking ******* but your body screams louder than words,
though it's mostly verbs, if you catch my drift.
I'm pretty sick but not like coughing out my chest and stabbing a toddler for a pack of toilet paper
More like my head doesn't fit and all of the **** it's spewing seems imaginary
Don't let me get carried away here, I had a point I was trying to make
But saying I love you doesn't come easily to me in the case of my demons
They're breathing, skin and blood and bone and ringing phones with nobody home
You know I should be working but it's all that I do so lets take a moment with these words
And let them trace over your skin like fingernails and gentle tongues
Or **** it, we can get lost in the blood
Two animals clawing away any trace of their humanity
Flesh meets spirit, we let the world slip away
Into another hazy maze
With emotional highs and lows, though much more stable
We upgraded from that basic cable drama ****

The drugs hit
And for a moment the pain seems to dissipate
We're getting lit
Because it beats bothering to communicate
We're together now
But further away than we've ever been
I want out
But being stuck here is my only sin
You best pretend
That the love in your heart still reaches me
I best pretend
That I'm young, dumb and still innocent
Should I leave?
Or is that a recipe to keep you haunting me?
Should I stay?
Or am I sabotaging my joviality?
Who are we?
But carcasses for the stepping stone
Can't we see?
Being together doesn't mean we're not still alone.

Swallow plague, out for the holidays,
Holler ways, I'm short on hearing and my ears are bleeding,
Numb, I'm screaming
Quick fix,
Wake up in a subway with stigma on my greedy tongue.
I'm a ***** when the weather comes, a hermit in the winter and your baby's new Mr.
Cheap shot but the blisters on my feet you will meet.
Like an **** at the Bed and Breakfast, I'm gone before dinner.
Nighttime sinner when dusk comes, all love when she comes.
Come come morning split conscious ways to hideaways miles away.
Can't cut what you've never loved, can't split when the heat comes;
No ****** glove, just accountability in dollar amounts from settled hugs.

So she follows me tomorrow, while I'm still escaping today.
I can't wait to say, I hate to say, I told me so.
I'm a naughty disinfect with a numb body from the infection.
A walking lesson, contradiction, legion of lesions,
I'm quietly lying with my sin, unsure where I stand within.
Watch my degradation, how my morals decay and I waste away.
If I knew what I wanted I wouldn't be haunted, just lonely.
But I'm lonely anyway, stuck in this Victorian cage;
The maiden is metallic and I'm stuck within.

I am the definition of grasping, in a Buddhist sense
A rotten mouth thirsty for another sip,
I imagine a future we're living in
Why do I always expect you will follow?
Swallow my pride, swallow my seed, swallow my misery then swallow me.
I'm swollen inside, can't you see?
The pieces that depart from me.

I would give my everything,
For your nothing.
Inside, I already have.
Now take everything,
And move along.
This is just another sorry, sad song.

What is this?
Am I mad, do tell?
For letting me
Drag me straight through hell.

What is this?
A pile of *******?
Another trip inside my head
Where devils reside and satyrs grin?

There's cuts under the collar
Another superlative grin again
The summoning of dividends
And whiskey breath that reeks of gin
Do pass a kiss and face the chin
Down the gallows sweet caress, le fin.

Rumble *****, the devil's in
Will whip me through the flesh again
And be this so, on this here night
He'll take my life, he'll **** my wife.

The words are seldom quite so strong
But the bottle helps to carry on
As I face my fate, what I've become.

The fascists are alive
The fascists need to die

The fascists are alive
The fascists have to die

As long as the fascists are alive
We're gonna ******' die

The fascists are alive
So nobody will survive

The fascists are alive
Let 'em black out the ******* sky

The fascists are alive
The fascists need to die

I'm lost inside my mind and this is all still happening
I can't see the path I wave, that traffic's always blinding me
But something lost in time still screams
Both on our knees, the bludgeoning
Maybe floods coming rising in
Like neurotransmitter kisses.
My wishes still far from death,
Contentment feels like a ***** with whisky breath
I'm pissy whipped and that ain't auto-correct
Go ahead, take a guess
But what you think is not relevant
Just evident
And written across your frame
And the silences we neglect.

In tender womb grows wretched creature
Born of crooked frame and twisted features
Festered wounds and boiled sores
Marked pocked face and oozing pores
A smile long of tooth and grim
And voice that sang of satan's hymns

We hid away from light of day
Turned t'wards sky on knees to pray
That neighbors, town, would never know
Of wicked foe that brought such woe
Til' days turned weeks, months, then years
Mind ailments gave peace from fears

Then parents died and time went fast
Home to sell, small estate amassed
Sordid folks came to witness sale
And found hidden room of our tale
Thoughts of treasure fueled opening door
But only fear and pain fate had in store

Ravenous hunger, blooded thirst to sate
Rendered flesh and face to mutilate
One last breath, then off to unity
And now it's know throughout community
The house down the path is best ignored
Unless you're ready to meet your lord

In her lair there she squirms
Dances ***** with all the worms
Invites my frolic with tender care
Rends flesh from head t' ***** hair
Grinds my bones and kisses lips
Closes coffin and moon eclipsed
Now bury beneath the sodden soil
Where bodies are left to slowly spoil
Masturbatory cries with memories lost
Severed limbs in **** did toss
To birth homunculus in gore
And make of world none but war
Discarding life onto the benches
As men do fall along the trenches
Powder blasted sky and land
My corpse with friends left in the sand
And now we shant ever rise again
From the lair where she did contain
Her love of lust and murdered men
Til' all of death is her demesne

The divide of time separates us like the bridges that we burned to light our nights. The warmth gained from destruction, an illusionary phenomenon at best, failed to keep the cold from biting at our young hearts. Forgive me if I stutter when I speak of our shared history. It's just that I haven't forgotten tender kisses in a video store parking lot, discount department stores, or the first touch of your *****-clad *******. I wish I remembered how everything went bad, wish I picked you over the harpy I selected. We wouldn't have lasted, but I'm nostalgic for the times that could have been now that the end draws near and my mid-life crisis reaches its apex. Like the river that named you - you drain me dead, see?

And I am screaming at nothingness
My throat too raw, it only collects dust
In pools of spittle and blood at my feet
Caved in my trachea with bitter features
These **** poor creatures
Who swallow every word uttered
Rust shut my carotid, jugular and sane
I'm embarrassed of the things I haven't done yet
and I'm ashamed to find myself still wanting
The devil bowed at my feet is my own insecurity
My suicidal ideation and sense of self-worth
Tongue lapping up my disease
They'll forget you while you're here
And worship the fallen idol of your suit-clad corpse
Necrophiles pulling off pieces to ****** within
The stench of rotting flesh stiffens *****
They'll love you once your dead

******* son seeks slender snake
To slaughter weaklings where they weep
And make of mary much too little
The demon ******* ******-off fiddle
Ain't ask so anxious master's agents
In rotten waste riotous with glee
The death march defies much that's daunting
In scope of seizure-laiden bores
Where fires fell villains and villagers
No discrimination, no designation
Could save a life, could serve a little
So no seldom comes a passing grace
Sure north seeking crones plaster gore
Upon a shield upheld and shorn
Could fight off filth and fling back festers
These demons derived directly from thanatos
Battlefield bred more ******* born
Honoring history of father's lost
By fearlessly repeating the cycle hense

Lost at sea and suffering screams,
The blood of the captain has already run
From the blade of the knife I've embedded in thee,
Twisted and severed, arterial flow
Let this red water guide us home

Sickness persists and the men are withering
Their dithering cries for food and sustenance
Are carried on waves off to oblivion
We've been here too long, this floating coffin
Home is a place seldom thought to soften
The blow of our death on these seas

We're frightened of ghosts and jumping at shadows
Lighting the torch and burning the top
Flames lighting ropes and spreading abo't
Panic grips bodies and compels into motion
The sinking of ship further below the ocean

MOVE, you cowards
FLEE, this is the final hour
DEATH, reaches to grip your ankle
LAST BREATH, lost to the depths

Lost to the depths, the bodies of men
Never to surface again
Heavy are my lungs
The water seeps in

My love for you is cyclical
Sickening and sicklied

Often tinged with hate
Irate and insensate

Still got every photo saved
In a folder I can't erase
As much as I've tried

You're the apple of my eye
Poisoned, for sure
Still, I take a bite

In this moment,
I'd risk everything
Just to have you
For this moment