Hush your eyes bright sun.
What vocation have you?
When my clock lies undone
beside him.

Let me lay beside him.
My heart held deep
inside his.
What use am I without
this?
His heart, his trace, his tears,
His snores
I'd miss.
What use am I without
this?

Though whilst in night,
stolen day, I'll pray
for your fun
to stay a little longer.
Whilst in my own
eyes, I'll wander.
Alone, but for
you.

Pull of night, sneak me
through, back
to him, stacked
next to him
healed up deep
within.

Let me love him, sinless sun,
next to me the clock
lies undone.

Yes, it's stressful, and
sometimes I'll look at
my schedule and
just want to curl
up and cry,
rather than to
bid Goodbye to
calm again.

Yes, it's harmful, and
at points during
the day I almost
pray I'll pass out
or shout and
get carted away,
rather than carve
our yet another essay.

Yes, it's painful, and
sometimes I'll panic
and shake
and search for a
way to wake up from
this nightmare,
rather than play
once more the sleepwalker.

Or look for an exit that leads to

Anywhere
Anything
Anyone

But nothing here
I've tainted everything
near.
This World,
so torn,
I've won.

No, it's never fun.

Crushed leaves of lily's painted,
fainted against the weeping wisp of
a kiss.
The mangled heart of a fist
crushed in thine
You are no longer mine.

The sky's passion packed away.
The dancing branches now mournfully
sway
Away away away
The sun's heat we're left to pine
You are no longer mine.

Sweet new caress turned to cold
Sharp definition, no more bold
Fold me away.
Perchance we'll meet again
some day, aloft upon
a cloudy climb.

But even then,
as you are now
You are no longer mine.

Watch pulses flaunt their Paper power,
whilst with each new wave the ***
stirs sour.
The undead watch with sandwiched
surprise
As levers creep over their eyes.
Which painfully purge the red to gold
The raw amygdala to cold.

We are all sold
Bought and sold
We paid our souls
To be sold

Sit mute and watch dark deeds
be done, under the all seeing
eye of the son.
Your purity can still be won
So keep your deadly sins
instead
omit within the eighth,
the joy of which you ate;
Too late
fun. Don't run,
Don't jaunt,
Lie down.

Flaunt flaunt
Your purity
Watch society
Crave your
anonymity.

Open a mind
through a blender.
Send her
flowers
candy
peace
and teeth
All to get at
the crease
of cash,
her personal stash.

You will always be hungry.

There be the blush of sin about
your flesh.
A caress, a tint, which speaks
of freshness
tainted.
Your aura of dirt,
why waste it?
Let's use it.
Why do you not dare

to abuse it?

Allow me to worm
my way within
Fingers Lingering
at your throat
Your skin is soaked
with my sweetened
sweat.
I cannot free you now,
I'll not release you yet.
You are now mine.
Beloved design.
My lust for you
is more than
crime.

Climb and clasp
your thighs
for me
Your muffled
cries choke
distress
for me
As I lift up the
sky of your
dress.

I've made you free.

No human, not one
woman is
fresh.
Your broken crest is
merely one
More tendril of
rot,
you lie undone
won
My 'violation' just
one more
small spot
on
existance.

I wondered why you
put up resistance.

I want to sleep and
not feel guilty.
I want to laugh and
not feel wasteful.
I want to cry and
not feel self-indulgent.

I want to feel happy outside the
metal bars of work, without
constantly obsessing about the
tasks that I shirk.

I want a lot of things,
but they're going to have to wait,
until my last
exam deadline date.

Why so quiet?
Screamed the girl
Why not take my head for a whirl?
Rip it off and count the rings,
then fill my face with
pretty things.

So quiet
I'm quiet
Why quiet?
Who'd buy it?

Swap action figures
for barbies *****.
Why the **** is
****** rude?  
Rip out my lungs
fill them with lead.
Attempt to preach to
me who's dead.

Taboo Taboo
The human stew.
And a graveyard landscape
filled the one she drew.
The face they grew was
filled with lies, when
they asked her what
she'd placed inside.

Bide bide bide
your time
Wait wait wait
for crime.
Unmarried tainted bride,
now God's dolls are out
to play,
save the number 666
Lock it deep away.
Pray.

You're crazy now
So lazy now,
You work yourself
to death.
Fill yourself with inadequacy
until your last life's lying breath.

Bereft Bereft
and filled with dirt,
your empathy is as pure
as Kurdt's.
You're so inert.
Don't act so hurt,
assert yourself and
'Pray'.

That your mood for
speech will wash
itself away
in holiest water
Soak your skin
of a sinner's
daughter.

Try to forget what
they've taught her.

Soak Soak
away til
wrinkles fill your
lust strewn eyes,
try not to act
like you're surprised.

Only God's can cure a fate,
which lies within you,
purely innate.