I'm ready for more than this.
The stain on the walls. We breathe
On crystal halls.
We're ready for this.
We're ready for.
Now. To me.
You fall.
To me.
It's now.
We fall.

You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.

Here's the hollow.
Our solemn portrait.
Where trees part thier death.
And our pasture seeps through,
Enriched by the bounty.
We ****** in secret.
Sculptures stripped in silence
A gallery, maddened by its entries.
But scratch off the drops.
Grab the mug from the gift scar on the way out.

Lips painted red.
Tuck me in,
Duvet up tight.
Shopping in snow.
Customers knock. Goodnight.
Red maiden, see sunlight again.
Kleenex sunrise.
Cigarette benches.
Snowflakes are crisp to those who taste them.

Praise her holiness fiona.
Her arms bring the rain's blessed kiss.
Toe upon toe the trees force green in her majesty.
People are soaked. Stunned by nuclear shrubbery.
Fiona's fervour is unmatched in the world of miracles. Some would wish she would stop walking.
Cursed non believers who long to be dry and pray for leaves that rot.

Your chains are all I want
Captive, crazy. Hateful scar. Screaming
Agonising chokehold. Squirming. Painless whisper, murderous embrace.

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.

Did you not see me before?
I hid my eyes so you wouldn't feel.
From tomorrow, higher as the curtain falls. In sequence as we now keel over.
Applause for those who earned it, the Mexican's do not wave. Maybe next time.

Sleep close by me tonight.
Shush your tears.
And hold me.
Startling gaze,
Clawing,
Choke hold.
Silence.
No choice.
Hold me.
Sleep close to me tonight.

The angle is clear, go.
We saw all thier hopelessness.
Pray heaven for them, they weep thier lonely songs.
Crying empty tears through moulded heartless glass goggles.
Clawing at what is set before,
We see what we bled behind,
The laceration, crystal inevitability.
Hindsight is a hand grenade.
Would you blow up yourself?
Pieces. Jigsaw. Do they match up?
Black bag demon swimming effortlessly through the air. He knows his destination and he glides effortlessly across the chunks of human.
Cradle to the grave. Polyethylene panther.
Silent in its mission but getting tired of a full meaty meal. What makes a bodybag in the desert?

Lay down softly in my hands.
Little creature cold and sad.
Keep your head up, big wide smile.
Dry those eyes my little lamb.

The world outside is harsh and loud.
Stay here with me safe and sound.
We are strong. Just you and me.
Our secret place.
Our eternity.

The scabbard.
Is the finality.
Fatal. Flailing hopelessly
She sits. On her steel eyed throne.
She sees all, everything you think is you.
She's ready.
Steel kisses, hissing through the throat, bleeding fallen youths.
She sits tight, ready for the next days feast.

This all you that wanted.
All you ever hoped and dreamed.
This is all that you prayed for.
Through your shallow, silent screams.
Be happy and be thankful.
The pain will soon be here.
Be still and be breathe slow now
The end will set you free.

Silly.
Shamble. Dripping meat.
Happy is the corpse that sees no ground.
Do you see now?
Maggots in the ears.
He doesn't listen.
Begging for sunshine it finds only dark.

Have you eaten?
I heard you bleeding.
Dripping, that metallic drop.
Come now, feed.
Wrist is on the menu.
Scrumptious sin.
Seems hell is nearer and more real.

Lost in the dark, guided by what you hate.
Reaching the void, empty, going insane.
You call yourself a monster.
But you're not.
You see yourself in the mirrors of pain, and see your hollow soul.

Grab the hand and don't slip.
Loosening, shake off the still.
Breeze catching corpse.
Rotten. Maggots. Drafting
Hopeful and lost. Desperate.
Solice in silence.

Sofa sink in,
Eyes up.
Little bird flying high.
Crushed by the hourly train.

Sunless dawn.
Shaded hope mast.
Windless sun. Green.
Spotters joy. Seeing the dawn.
Slits the day shy
Cry for the weak.

Drink softly, for he sleeps tonight.
Whispers call red.
Hanging in white.
Dreams are pure and small.
Hopeless in trails. Wine bleeds holy goblet
For the wounded, shaded,  sinful prophets.
Cuts in hopeless wonderment.
Helpless, saviours
Hopeless prophets.
Blood oath goodbye.

Cry hands unbled.
Hate thy neighbour.
Neck unsnapped.
Wood construct nightmare.

A whisper.
A songbirds prayer.
A choke in a madmans dance.
A cut.
A carve.
A statue, blood romance.

Do you wish?
For what your eyes saw?
Impossibility, blooded.
Clean?
Do you know?
The blinded hacksaw?
Is all that you're to be.

Mind crumble, obsolete.
Shadow shame.
Defeat.
Lecture, grind.
Flounder in the dirt.
Hands out
Saints stay inside.
Howl.
Unworldly, beg.
Warm dirt.
Not far from home.

Sickening sadness.
Can't see through madness.
Stuck in a dream.
Hatewaves and hurting.
Piercing the curtain
Draw close the empty.
Peer in through blindfolds.
Crippling mindfold.
Crying inside the eyes.

The journey is ******* the mind.
Once again we must jump the schadenfreude skipping rope.
Toxically self aware.
Dig the cane into the rock and step up again. Breathless.
Forgivable failure. Fanciful tales.

Simple tulips
Drugs on offer
Tearing innocent.
Opioid opinions. Singing choir
Seal me in please. I'm gonna go.
Grab a chair, see you soon grandma.

'Wake up your brain boy!'
'they want in!'
You don't want them in, do you?
You shake your head, tentatively.
And you hate everyone because you're vile, yes?
Yes sir.

He keeled over
Poor dog.
He liked that one.
She smiled, strawberry mouth.
He blossomed. Flowers I'm frost.
'**** on it'
He muttered as he hallucinated.
Tripping absolute *****, chewing gum.
south. Shirt and tie.
'yes'
They admitted.
Hired darling.
Come, walk under the ladder.
He did
They laughed.
He slit his wrists because it was Tuesday.

Don't worry.
Silken cheeks.
Powder belongings.
The curtain will come down eventually.
The knife came thankfully quick. Blood coated the next on stage and she screemed.
Until she didn't.
I am you. You are me. Monsters are man and we are true.

The crowd goes wild.
Camera. Panning to hands.
Audience.
Clap, makes a move.
Show to begin.
Steel ship, skin sea.
****** moses.
Red tide.

Lie.
*****.
Die. Bench.
Crumble. Rotten.
Maggots.
Visit. Box.
Fire.
Peace.

The sky is as blank as my note.
Empty as a promise from the cosmos.
The universe serves only nothing but time, as it runs through your hands like sand.

Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.

Do you crave it? The feeling. So abrasive.
You may touch it. Caress it if you wish. But it isn't yours, I promise you.
It's nails, can you feel it?
Cutting.
Hope you feel healed.
Reach for more.
Dare to grasp at it.
Fingertips
Reach for a smile.

How are you so deep. How are you so afraid.
How can you go so low?
How sad. How lonesome do you feel.
How do you get there?
How do you find us here?
How are we so near?
We're your your friends.
Your pins, and needles.
Blooded, come with us.

I called you home.
Cold and afraid.
Blood on the glass, took you on.
Mirror, red hole. I saw the change.
I called you home.
Deep, in the stain.
I saw the mirror.

She Bled.
She's hopeful.
Call quiet, distant voices.
Tik tok time once lived.
A favour on the edge of a stream.
Secrets stay by. Watch them drift past.
Fetus. Following dreams. In clouds. Carved on blood.
The child will live.
Cries in paper. Synthetic tubes. Manufacturer magnificence.
From its glass dome it surveys the world.
It's happiness unknown through the sacrifice of its host.

Lava floor. Dead.
Neighbouring sacrifice.
Earthquake. Amenities gone.
All that's left is shell-shocked.
Snowflakes.
Kiss a new beginning.

Christmas came early.
The snow has come today.
Pluck a snowflake from the polythene sky and join is up there.
The world spins by with marvellous enthusiasm. Lotto tombola style. Who'll win?
Isn't it exciting!
Wait. I've got a full house!
Crash landing back to earth, he collects his prize. It's another free bingo ticket.

Give the begger a little gift.
A silly ******* sunrise.
Hope. For a fortune laced with gunpowder.
Give him that hope.
That penguin wrapper joke of hope.
And watch what happens.

Come seek with me,
The falling sun.
Jump on my back,
As the world is gone.
See in your eyes,
The flowers of hate.
Run through with me
The meadow gate.
Sprint through the crowd,
They claw and bite.
Look back on pity.
Shoot them all.
Make them hate.
Make them fear.
Jump off my back.
Run. Through the trees.
Look what you've done.
Corpse cuddler, crowd clearer.
Run. Run. Terrifying sprint.
Edge of the cliff. Almost fell.
Jump back on child, don't be afraid.
I'll carry you. To the end.

Golden sun. Baked golden skin.
Needle sins. Brown is my kin
Viens breathe new life.
Death seeks to hide. In loneliness.
Steel cast aside.
Lay in the cold.
Death takes its hold.
Just for one day.

Is it cradles of silence?
Absolution?
Fire and thirst?
To drown in despair.
You seek?
Drop to your knees and suffer the Lord.

Poltergeist.
Hidden in the depths of a man's design.
Always waiting.
Always causing the next nightmare.
But then, just then. The Man wakes up. And realises that the shadows of himself are the shades he created in the dark.
And then he smiles.
Because he knows he's terrified of himself.

He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.

Blade on wrist.
It moves, politely.
Wishing only to serve.
Master at hand. Steel to blood.
He's happy.
He relinquishes his world.

Hush now for the Lord of light is here.
Let him wash away your sin in blood and fear.
Terror is faithful and you are now holy my child.
Be still with God. His blood rains down from the wrists of despair.
And now pray
Amen.

Secrets. Soundless as a butterfly.
Love bleeding. Don't cry now.
A secret is bled for those who bathe in sound.
Butterfly flies on. Cries of death and pain fall loosely into the air.

Craven heart. Silly child.
Guttural howl for a life never lived.
Would you even know?
Can you even know?
No-ones going to catch you when you fall.