As the red life pumps away down the drain, and the knife tears the artery open. The shocking pain is subsided. Knowing I will never suffer this misery again.
Monolith of despair.
Obsidian door. But open a crack.
Enough to see the pain shining through.
I knock on the sarcophagus.
She answers tentatively.
The mummy is awake,
Today is a good day.
#anxiety #care #friend
Rain on, take all my life
Stain on, say what I can't.
Rain on, all of the past
Stain on, stain on my soul.
Wrapped around me
Drenched in blood
Hang em high let em dry
Shame you're a game
Untoward and outward.
Never did understand it.
Cowardly within reason
Just a touch.
Eyes down first number,
Curtain call on pain,
That's it folks the shows over,
Game set match,
Enough is enough.
If the shoe fits, buy the matching top and let's call it an outfit.
The sky is blue
The pavement grey
And I'm feeling particularly gay
It's a good life
It's a good day
To slit your throat.
A mothers kiss on a toddlers cheek.
Beaming, love. Eyes
Full. Of pure love and joy.
Warmth flowing. Boundless ecstatic embrace.
Eyes to God.
Seeing waves in a foggy clouded view.
They crash and roll like potatoes in a stew.
The day is fierce and nobody seems to care.
I roll around wishing someone was there.
Sunshine whenever you turn my way.
gibberish rays coat my face.
you don't half chat some beautiful ****.
but my perfect tremendously disastrous
This is all that you wanted
All that you prayed and dreamed
This is all that you cried for
In your lonley silent screams.
The silver is what you long for
The Red path of hollow cries.
Run fast the race is over.
Sleep now, be still in dreams.
under rigid toes.
such wonder and certainty.
the black plug hole drinks.
Insatiable thirst for more.
Killing men in the forest of shadows
of showdowns in the bountiful standoff.
trees, people, bullets, compost.
breath in, leaves green lungs bloodied.
breath out leaves brown lungs blue.
water on the leaves
red on brown
skin to trunk
leaves to forest.
'Are they attacking?!'
Exclaimed Lieutenant Always On Guard.
'No, the neighours are having a barbeque'
Replied General Come inside.
I crawl to bed , a silent dream to a melodies' prayer,
off I whisper, my begging, to clouds.
and you know the sound of sin.
happy he is, the fruitful snake,
the life that terminates at a humans gaze.
soundless sarin. gaseous respiration
out of necessity at the manufactured devil as he smiles
his job is complete
he always gets his mark,
if you believe.
its always hands that strangle the throat.
Silken sad scenes of sorrow,
a picturesque portrait of dreams.
oily and carbon and straight.
lines narrate pigment projections.
sad in itself, and its watercolour whim.
the artists vision will not waver.
The self portrait must always be finished,
to display the man.
from a mermaids chains.
in a cold wet human blanket.
she rolls and tumbles to be free.
from what she is.
free and fantasy.
Brave he is.
In his bed of wine and ******.
At the sword at the neck.
The bright slash to break the daydream.
Armour flashes to flesh.
To bread, the fleshes armour.
Starvation Steel Plate.
The rebellion is hungry.
The armory will provide defence.
Don't shut the door to the noise.
The room is crazy loud
White walls and blank.
Stop the twitch
Happy for now, for you.
Me myself and I.
Eye balling Rotten white
Sad. A shame. Travesty.
Fickle in its burden.
See the hole
Feeling pretty low
Happy with the state of things.
Things are not ideal.
Bags of beer
Bread and milk
Gifts for all
I stare at myself in the mirror.
It's stillness and silence mocking.
I smile and it smirks.
Such violent silence as we stare at each other.
Staring at pure psychosis, ripping and tearing at our reflection.
The sickening, purifying, hatred.
Claws at the glass.
The eyes never move, the stare is never broken, for he knows that I am him and he is me, and we are the mirror.
Statuette touch in a windless dream.
floating on whispers to a silken shore.
clouds fly by and so do I,
time is abstract as dreams.
As the walls turn to glitter
And the sound becomes lights.
It's time I headed home.
Fast as your feet can carry
Careening off through time
Mountains are hills and hills are fields
And I am running.
Running through these brisk fields, swimming with reeds of happiness.
Not a care in the world for the fields that lie beyond.
Snow globe cracks,
Perfect little life, hemorrhages
Glitter shimmer. Congealed clot.
Desolation in a quiet bubble.
Colour on canvas with the Crimson crayon.
Pure art, the world is stained red.
Frame it. Murderous masterpiece.
Our hopeless lives
The hearth is warm
In our silly lies.
Break the voices.
Seeing crazy lies,
Cry hard when the raindrops shine
The shy marble kiss when the world crashes down.
Quarry of questions.
Rivers flow in no direction.
So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.
Here I am
Drowning in this familiar dirt puddle.
That stretches for miles.
The rubber ring bobs by
Leaving it's crystal temptation trail
It's life saving trail.
And so I grab it
For a while longer.
Hard nails. Soft socks.
Feet try hard to feel soft.
Smiles in leather. Chamois shine.
Wind dancing through silken robes.
Murderer prancing in in the wind.
Smash the glass. Break the screen.
The world turns from lava to rock.
Suffering upon the suffering
Injury to avenge the injured
Killing to keep up the killing
The tune of death continues to play.
Happy hands slapping a sad cheek
Puffy red, embarrassed injury.
Prayer and goats.
Sausages and burgers.
Deceived by tar
Restless in wax.
Used, stained and charred.
Life burns it's flame ever near.
Inevitably in wax or suffer exposed inferno.
What kind of a choice is that?
For a tissue man?
Sing a lullaby of death.
Whilst you ****** me in cold blood.
Hold me whilst my life ebbs away
Homely bones join the castle made of skulls.
#mind #depression #suicide
Golden shoes walk a silver path.
Jeweler looks on through enviable emeralds.
Dull hum of green, backstage shine.
Then to the sapphire lake. Clattering, rolling over each other. Chance to shimmer lost in waves of chips and tarnish.
The jeweler is happy with his work, and so shall charge double.
The more I want to say,
The less you want to hear,
The more I overthink.
Sparks, giddy buzz
Smoke goes in, dry lips.
Eyes roll back.
Gander about rubber duck.
You lost your head?
Bubble brain goes pop.
Popcorn poppeddy plop.
Like a Stone.
Is anyone alive in there?
Stick it in the green bin.
At least its biodegradable I guess.
Predatory lizard eyes.
Sun goes down,
Owl sees all.
Stars burning up.
Where is heaven?
Where will I go?
When maggots eat my eyes?
You told me this. Do you remember you told me this?
You shouldn't question hallowed grounds!
Look what you've lost.
Hopeless, wondering through unlit halls searching for truth in plain hiding.
What will you do?
Now sense and reason has replaced fantasy so comforting?
Pray, the saints go wild.
Sin and the gods smile wide.