She had the sweetest little eyes
Cheeks that, when kissed, tasted like dual apple pies
She’d reach into your heart for some love to “borrow”
Leaving you half-empty and ensconced with sorrow
She was unseen-had a blacklisted history
Wrapped up foolish lovers with enticing mystery
She gave out the absolute greatest of kisses
Alas, love charms fail, Cupid’s bow misses
I was able to see through the veil, past her charade
I suppose this was punishment for my reckless serenade
She had the sweetest little eyes
Ones which would coldly watch on if the world ever dies

I am not your savior and sure as hell not your friend
I’m the cleanup crew-your life’s dead end
I am not one to be toyed with, not one to be trifled
I’m the clearest voice you’ll ever hear with no way to be stifled
I am not prone to begging so watch me smirk at your prayer
I’m a lie concocted in style, a silver-tongued soothsayer
I am not a guy who feels very much, whose heart can ever cease to darken
I’m a product of reality’s riptides, the thing your nightmares harken

See the hollow ruins lying on my face
They are constructs of guilt, masks of disavowed grace
Listen to my heart and the tones of its moans
It shifts back and forth like the saddest metronome

She looked like the product of a naughty night’s vice
Hung out in the crooked parts of town and bedded men not too nice
My hands raised her from squalor and carried her home
Whereas I was made of flesh bindings, she was chrome

Over love, the decadence took precedence
Her lavish comforts enclosed by a white picket fence
As my walls broke down, hers added cement
I gave her mansions of love and she gifted me a poorly pitched tent

My breath was choked, my mind confused
Twilights strung together and morosely fused
On a particular night, she marched towards, I, a speck
Dug her claws into my back and whispered poison towards my neck

“How does it feel kissing paranoia’s twitchy lips?”
“To look out from such a height and spit on all the tiny blips?”
She banished me from riches and abode
Stole my smile and had my chariot towed
Like Lucifer, my angelic wings had been clipped
On my soul’s sanctity, a golden Goddess sipped

With my friends, I goose-stepped down a dingy street, us all chomping down on pigs’ feet meat

My wet ears, inexperience glistening, opened up to the city eagerly listening

Heard orders for ****** and boy toys which, essentially, created walls of white noise

Found my way onto a queen-sized lump of trash and determined it a quality place to crash

Woke up suddenly to find the third eye of my mind permanently blind

Watched my body plunge into the absolute abysmal solely due to a habit of feeling terribly dismal

Started painting an accurate portrait of daily life using the ornate hues of continuous strife

Made a recipe for misery with some sassafras and a dab of the other side’s greener grass

It wasn’t until I chomped down on a half-finished Baby Ruth that my noggin’ tuned into the truth

Turns out, birds of a feather are held together by the absolute weakest of tethers

There’s a certain sweetheart I find to be on my mind
She confuses my feigned confusion with a heart’s protruding contusion
I’m simply a puppet master pulling strings
A singular audience for whom the Devil’s opera sings

I’m sick of the “hold on’s” and “baby, wait’s”
Spent too much time sorting through prospective bunk mates
I’ve started to dine in rooms lined with fright
Looking behind fate’s telescope to admire love from hindsight

I’ll dance in ****** subways for the pay checks of a busk
Bathe slickly and solely in bottled, manly musk
She avoids I with eye sockets that turn sharper than most crotch rockets
Our naughty escapade’s prequel simmers for its pending sequel

No earthly fawn will ever string this cold-hearted man along
I’ll make a splendid entrance in the home of my prey
Oh hey, cue the gong!
For the lucky gal on my mind:

You’ll get your head lopped off free of charge
Just as long as my ship’s able to enter the barge
I’m a wild thing chock to the teeth with bling
A diamond ring, golden chain, my favorite knife encrusted with pain

You’ll see the error of lengthy relationships
Become the chalice of lust from which true romance sips
******* lips now for they’re best served chilled
Feel the smeared screams of all the dames I’ve killed

I lift the bound man and promptly drop his filthy flesh into my cleansing chamber
My blade traces from his eyes downward, slicing tear ducts from their seams
This arena of porcelain will be a virtuous site for his rebirth, his Becoming
The vermin prays with thick streams of ruby repentance running down his face
There is no forgiveness to be sought, no heart to be bought

I turn the **** towards the Devil’s direction
Jets of scalding blood coat the man like scarlet skin
He is barely able to protest and, at best, manages to writhe
I look upon this majestic transformation; my expression held blithe
As the gore mounts in height, the man’s screams begin to muffle
Relentless wriggling recedes rapidly into barely a shuffle

He is submerged in the depths of horror, drowned from my design
I drag the newly created spirit from its resting place and into the light
Its splendor is truly divine; unfit for any eye but mine
I hang its body alongside beings of fellow weeping demeanor
A cadre of crimson angels

This is my monument
My body of work
My Legacy
You are the fleshy materials through which my design is fulfilled
Your bones are the structures upon which my palace resides
Your hearts are pulverized into crimson paste
The walls are smeared in this grotesque essence
The ceiling drips with remnants of your soul
Feel the foundations shake and the rafters shudder
They tremble with the radiance of my power, of my sheer magnitude
I am the architect of demise
The carpenter of unequivocal destruction
I bathe in blood and mark my creations similarly
There is no escape from the Pandora’s Box that is my psyche
I will transform and transcend this world from its shriveled forerunners
Bricks of sinew are lain-held together by tendon
They reflect the solidity of my resolve
They are reminders of my Legacy
For after all
Genocide is my Magnum Opus