The Stag trots across a bleached horizon
Howling into the wind with echoes that curdle blood
Its form is liquid nightmare, drenching snow in ebony flood

Wispy vapor flares around antlers of pure, lucid black
Moonbeams shimmer off plumage fraught with drear
Violet feathers assure that bizarreness the Ravenstag does not lack
Dark fangs ravage human flesh, infecting tissue with fear

The Wendigo glides past fallen pine and split oak
Its viscous hooves leave tracks of unearthly essence
Through white deserts flecked with red and bodies left to soak

I want to fold origami from the ***** of your skin
I want to spread rivulets of your blood in a lucid spray
I’ll etch my mind onto the bleached bones of your shin
I’m going to snicker when you shriek, your face in flimsy pieces
My wicked humor is black-hearted: subversive and oh so facetious
Can you feel your tummy split in two?
Those entrails will make an excellent noose
Your growls of agony serve as my cue
How easily the intestines begin to come loose!
I will discard your humanity with methodical prejudice
Your repugnant form will be an artist’s crimson kiss
I will return you to an easel of decay
To my gallery of dirt, flies, and fleas
You will hang in the decadence of quietus
A pendulum of rot, swinging death’s aroma into the breeze

Say hello, say goodbye
I’ll make you bleed, I’ll make you cry
Gonna smile and laugh while you shriek and die
You’re afraid…Don’t you dare lie
See the evil reflecting my eyes? He lurks inside
You’re just petty prey, broken and petrified
I become the hungry shark, swimming beneath the waves
Tracking you from the depths, fear’s ******* guide
The monster of which every frightened child raves
I glide alongside my friends Bundy and Lecter
Serrated jaws pierce through the blue
All thanks to Death
The silk-grey specter

You’re a sickness
You’re a disease
A flesh-eating parasite
Gorging on peoples’ hearts
Laughing at me when I’m on my knees
I should have known better than to trust you
My back is getting kind’ve sore
From being stabbed so often
You make my stomach churn
With your disgusting lies
Quit feeling so victimized
You’re like a summer cold
Making people suffer
Even in the warm and happy sun
How can someone be so vile?
You have a morbid sense of humor
Chuckled when I gobbled up all your affection
I realized too late that it tasted pretty bitter
You’re a sadistic piece of work
The type to smile in a cemetery
And spit on graves

She had a gleaming knack for rejection
Her trails were wrought with misery and tearful eyes
They always tried for a touchdown to her interception
Babe just loved staring suitors into a despised demise
Break-ups over texts, phone calls, shakes and French fries
Nail polish streaked on cheeks from vicious backhands
They were markings of a fool leaning on wobbly one-night stands
Left happily bowing to Madame Heartbreak’s demands

It took me awhile to get my head back together
There was always enough time to give up hope
Depressed episodes of emptiness playing forever
My Mission. My Friends. They were there too
Funny thing is, I was even more afraid ‘cuz of that
A voice argued with me to “try”
Try because no one will forget the day everything changed
The moment they were able to fly
Another argued “why bother?” Reality didn’t exist anyway
That society would cover up our work
I really never was some kinda hero
“Then why do this? What did you hope to accomplish?”
I don’t know…
I guess I just wanted to save the world.

Ah, yes I forgot how easy it is to deconstruct people
Like watches and clocks, they all have their own intricate gears shifting and turning
Still, a precise instrument is able to take apart those intricacies and expose that inherent layer of vulnerability
I very much enjoy exposing these facades and their artificial substance
I choose to be that precise instrument
Gratification comes in droves when the opportunity to reveal the truth presents itself
I can see it all around me…These masks
Feebly attempting to cover up for shortcomings while detracting from those around them
I laugh! I rave! How could I not?
So much drama and bluster amounts to nothing more significant than the cream atop a warm apple pie
It amuses me! It defines me! These performances to a non-existent audiences
I could not survive without the chance to tear down these fakes
To rip off that mask and clear their vision
So they could finally cease their endless whines
So they could open their eyes and see
They’re just as ugly as you and me