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141 · Jan 2021
An oriental nightmare.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Red kimono.
She scoops him up.
The liquid kimono fills her arms.
Wailing to the sky.
Nobody hears.
She stares through the tears.
The tears at the tears.
His wrists draining in her arms.
A mother can bleed for a child.
And die for him.
But not live for him.
141 · Jan 2021
A strange conclusion
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
The end is oh so sweet.
We're telling the story as they see it.
As they want to hear it.
To take it in.
They try to adopt it.
And we spiel on. Speak and spiel and ramble. A sad story never told but never heard. And never listened to.
Our deaf concert. Our gouged eyed gallery.
Ours but silent.
Ours but deficient.
Ours but just for us.
As we twirl down and around this silly path together, one tiptoe behind the other.
You and me him and I.
The object and the thing.
This is me and we are it.
The object, slammed and squished down the plughole, by grotty fingers through a grimey grate. That is grateful. Because. And this is the real cuntfucker.
I am.
I exist.
I stain a stainless slab of green.
In an endless ocean of nightmares for those that have vision to see but are deaf enough to see. And
Now you have it
My heart in your hands.
And the beat is a rhythm for you to play.
So let the deconstructed Orchestra fill the room.
And let's allow.
Just this once.
The little boy to sing.
141 · Apr 2023
Bag Gabriel. Bad Gabriel.
Maniacal Escape Apr 2023
The finger seeps from the clouds,
caressing the corners of his mind.
His eyes widen at the horror.
Pulse fast, hands cold.
Decision final.
Go again.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2023
The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.
140 · Apr 2023
Pie crumbs.
Maniacal Escape Apr 2023
Crust around the edges
Of a molten black blancmange.
Sealing in the flavour.
A magnificent masterpiece.
140 · Mar 2021
Open door
Maniacal Escape Mar 2021
Please can we leave?
My teeth grind,
People smile with aggressive charm.
Please can we leave?
They laugh maniacly,
At me
Please, can we just leave?
Nah, have another line.
The feather cushion is an interesting distraction.
Fluffy fumbling. Faffy fascination.
139 · Jan 2021
What a crack.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Crack pipe lyrics
Can you feel your lips?
Puff in the smoke
Ocarina of time,
Smoke on the water
As you ******* your mind.
Blanket of troubles,
Show bed relief,
People passing by
Let them gawp at your needs.
Handle circumstances
All that you can
Fumble in the playground
Of the world in hands.
Smoke another pipe
Let it sink in your skin.
The world's no longer sideways
And you can hear yourself think.
#perspective.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2022
I know its plain
I know its sane
I know its white and hung outside
And the nails are inside out.
And they crisp you dry.
Its so lonely when the eye's are blind
And they look away, outside.
Its almost like your tomb is inside out .
Your mausoleum is spitting out pen pals.
Its lonely when you're hung out to dry,
Like an angel delight thats butterscotch blind.
Hanging high beneath the beetroot sky.
It won't matter now.
They'll blind thier eyes.
139 · Jul 2023
Plenty room for pud.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
On it again
Friends are plentiful
A cake with no cut ins.
Plenty for all.
Pass me a slice.
138 · Jul 2023
Everything's toffee mate
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Take a little sugar
Stick it in your eye
The world seems so much sweeter
Than the one that's in your mind.
138 · Jul 2023
Down under.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Undo your throat,
Shatter both your knees
Twist out your eyes
And cut off your ears

Snap out your spine
Hang out your heart.
Spread out, blood eagle
And swoop down to the abyss.

Worship the wonder
The dead crimson art.
Behold your new gods.
They were there from the start.
138 · Apr 2023
Salvation
Maniacal Escape Apr 2023
Heartbeat clipping at his brain
He lies in his puddle of misery
Breath absent
Feelings dull
A smile rips across his face.
137 · Jul 2023
Simply solar
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Empty smiles, such fakeness
People say that you should never hurt.
Never say what they truely feel.
As my world is breaking
Smashed to pieces in my universe.
137 · Sep 2020
Barren buffet
Maniacal Escape Sep 2020
Brave he is.
The Knight.
Sleeping gently,
In his bed of wine and ******.
And fear.
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.
137 · Jul 2020
Protest
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Heart stops as the sainted blade peels away the flesh
Cursed pulse pumping holy blood onto the altar
Of forgiveness. Through veins of despair it trickles
Canons kiss upon blocks of the unholy
And they bless the fall through a degenerate mass
Devolving into anarchy. The Antichrist is born.
137 · Jul 2023
Silent snores.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Lying in a bed of needles
Just you and me and our bed sheets
Lying in our friendship circle
It's lonely in our circle holdout.
The only way to breathe; is get out
When you're here with me there's no sound.
136 · Jul 2023
Unholy chalice.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
He drinks in his bitterness
His communion wine
He guzzles it down
Washing over him
A river of hate.
Anew he rises.
Proud and afraid.
Unloved and despised.
Just the way he likes it.
136 · Jan 2021
Gypsy heroine
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Trail blazing for coins
She chunners to herself.
Singing a song
Nobody knows.
Vocational begging
She has all the skills.
Whatever you want.
Give her a quid,
She'll shower you with praise.
Give her a note,
She'll give your **** a name.
Pay her a fee,
She'll writhe in the dark.
Patrolling the alleys
It's all the same.
Her gypsy heroism
Keeping all the girls safe.
Her job is the same.
Toothless by daylight.
Desirable in dark.
136 · Nov 2020
Well then.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
Haha what ******* absolute gibberish.
The screen is glazed with honey.
Words. What are words when the honey is so sweet. Sweet enough to drown out insignificance.
The screen of honey is strong and is a sieve for *****.

The sudden realisation that you're toxicaly self aware is poisoness and astounding and who the **** even cares. You're a hippo you're a butterfly, a god. And you're deeply, unrepentantly alone. In your hole. Down your well. Floating in a stream up that doesn't exist.
136 · Nov 2022
Swan dive
Maniacal Escape Nov 2022
How deep.
Does.
The Satan Pit.
Go.
136 · Jul 2020
Lonely
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Inside I cry, I watch you listen,
Your hand stretched out, I see you pleading.
You try and fumble, to lift my burden
Desperate only to stop the bleeding

Inside I drown, you hold me so tight
Trying your best, anchor of normality
Your hold is strong your smile shines so bright
Lost in a hurricane, a storm of pure volatility

I suffocate, I frantically seek a way out
My fingers are blooded, the coffin stays shut
Lost in a labyrinth of frenzy, a jesters redoubt
I pray in the dark to bathe in your light, but

How can you ever understand?
The lunacy behind
This loving, loyal, poison, hateful
Acid heart of mine
Can you ever know?
The insanity behind,
These longing, desperate, self-destructive
Lonely eyes of mine?
135 · Sep 2021
Blind faith
Maniacal Escape Sep 2021
Open your palms
Up to the sky
Hope that it comes.

Put them in water
Trailing away
Not you, today

Watch your way out
Wash away.
134 · Aug 2021
Clawed finger
Maniacal Escape Aug 2021
Inside our sollace, our suicide, our killing and ******.
Inside in its splendor and its candid horror.
The door is terrifying. Terrific! And terrible.
The other world, clawing, scraping at the seams.
Bounce away on your bouncy castle you silly little boy.
Break your legs and tear your throat.
There are more than your own eyes on your demise.
134 · Jul 2024
Pretty patterns
Maniacal Escape Jul 2024
Head going nowhere,
Mind out of control.

Walking in circles,
No way back home.
134 · Jan 2021
Corn man
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Flashing at the eyes, the TV shows the sky.
Why not go outside? It doesn't flash at the eyes.
Listening to nonessential gibberish,
The TV chunners on.
Why not go outside? It doesn't chunner gibberish.
Looking out the window, the TV shows the window.
Why not go outside.
The TV shows outside.
134 · Jan 2021
Crescendo
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
And here we have it ladies and gentleman.
A scene before your eyes.
A man who had it all
Everything
Good health
Good family
The best friends.
But instead he chose this.
Look at him now
Dancing his merry tune.
Be fascinated at how exhausted he is
Simply breathing.
Astounding is it not?
Well
Good people
That's not all
Watch what happens
When we give him
A gentle
KICK!
133 · Jan 2024
Fags on toast.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2024
Kettles, hob rings, and rancid buttered things.
Teabags, eye bags, wishing I was dead.
*******, regret stains, killing me inside,
Fruit juice, footloose, do it all again.
133 · Dec 2020
Sainted blade
Maniacal Escape Dec 2020
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.
133 · Aug 2023
Exceptional
Maniacal Escape Aug 2023
Pull on your face,
Drink wine with your friends.
Curdle at crying children.
This life is perfect
Everything smiles at you.
Dig a hole
It'll be yours forever.
131 · Jan 2021
Dumpster fire jesus.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Dumpster fire jesus
Poked holes in his hands.
A sprinkling of stigmata.
For all of his fans.

Dumpster fire jesus
Resurected himself.
After a hard night on drugs
He woke up, not quite himself.

Dumpster fire jesus
Turned water to wine
When he went to the shop
When the dinner table ran out of wine.

Dumpster fire jesus
Has crucified himself
When he stood, spread eagle
And hung himself.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Complain at the sky
Cry on the floor
Suffer through everything in between.

Your world is dead, dumb, and blind to you.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2022
The Dredger dragged its death across the fields of bountiful children.
The father's, with murderous eyes scathed the land with thier gaze.
The mother's cradled the future, bleeding wildly from thier womb.
Palms against the sky the parents embrace. Familial certainty binding thier ****** in bleach white bandages.
The matrimonial baptism dredges on.
130 · Jan 2021
Nails and things
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Fingers against the portrait.
Dragging the vision into despair.
Landscape lop-sided.
Stock photo nightmare.
Bared against the lies.
Deformation of character, a characteristic cliché.
A teardown of deception is more like it.
But let's lay close to our lilo of lies in the cesspool of sporadic secrets.
130 · Jul 2023
Daily grind
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Early morning strikes again,
Up I rise,
Collect my head,
Stare at the zombie,
caged in the mirror on the wall.

Come cut off your pound of flesh,
I don't want to pay my debts,
Dump my carcass,
Rotting freedom on the floor.
129 · May 2023
Fleet Street
Maniacal Escape May 2023
They say that life is fleeting,
I wish mine would fleet right off.
Loved ones say 'you can't mean that'
I say fleet them all.
Fleet you, your mum, your whole **** family,
Fleet the fleeting dog.
Fleet this world that I live in,
This fleetless fleeting pit.

'are you finished?' loved ones kindly protest.
'No I'm fleeting not!'
Fleet you all, and please kindly
Let me fleet to memory.
129 · Aug 2021
Abrasive mirror
Maniacal Escape Aug 2021
Tell me,
What do you see?
Tell me,
Will I be free?
Do you, feel what I feel?
Make me, feel how you feel.

Mother.
What do you see?
Do you, see what I see?
Is this, how you saw me?
Will you, ever see me?
This way, yours, who knows? Maybe?
129 · Jan 2021
Sunday sunrise
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Machete made contact today.
Her neck was no match for the blade. Snip,  he ****** her hard.
Over and over. Over again. Til she dried out.disgusted he pulled himself away. Necromantic fantasy complete he stared at the dry ******. He messed up. Better chuck it in the bin.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Goodness gracious.
Vinaigrette vivacious
Testicular temptatious.
As we're all falling down.
Atishoo. Hiemlich maneuvers.
Justiciar. Sensible says a lot to say.
Especially if I say nothing.
For a fortune.
129 · Jun 2021
Centre stage.
Maniacal Escape Jun 2021
She sang that night
A serenade in desperation
A song heard
Sang and betrayed by silence.
She sang, her heart torn bear.
She danced as her legs broke and her arms snapped.
She bled to the cameras
The camera switched off.
128 · Jul 2020
Absent
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
You pay tribute to an absent monarch. You're a vassal to a non existant Kingdom.
The throne of your gods sits empty.
127 · Sep 2020
Agressive gloss
Maniacal Escape Sep 2020
Don't shut the door to the noise.
The room is crazy loud
White walls and blank.
127 · Jan 2024
Slippy creatures.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2024
As he pulled the creature closer to his lips,
He paused.
He felt his arms pull away,
He felt his throat close.
So innocent. So friendly.
He felt the creatures cold, silky embrace pine for him to drink.
He looked at the creature.
Silent.
Inanimate, but bubbling with possibilities.
He allowed his lips to touch the creature,
To kiss the rift at the end of turning back .
He sipped. He drank. He guzzled.
He drowned in the creature as it caressed an unquenchable thirst.
And then the creature was gone.
No matter. There are many more.
His eyes filled with desire, he took another one, and allowed insatiable need to fill his mind.
127 · Jan 2021
Altered stasis
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
As my world burns,
All I have ever loved,
All gone.

As the flame licks at my skin.
As my flesh is melted
As the last embers leave my eyes.

As I am changed by the flame
As I become the fallen phoenix.
I am embraced by flame.
127 · Aug 2020
Do it, I dare you
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Be who you want to be,
Believe in yourself.
They need a new target to destroy.
126 · Sep 2021
The witch
Maniacal Escape Sep 2021
I know you never asked for this,
Such a child.
Pathetic and alone.
But it came,
The help you dreamed of
The sorcery you imagined.
She comes,
The witch in the wine
The witch in the shadows.
She comes.
You need not ask no more.
125 · Nov 2020
Asking for a friend.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
Does the way out come to those who ask politely?
Asking for a friend.
125 · Aug 2020
Custard
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
I hate weekdays.
Claggy and samey
Rolling on.
Sticky.
Vanilla void
To weekends wildness.
125 · Jul 2023
Dear friends
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
She'll never understand
These callous lonely bitter eyes of mine.
He'll never see beneath,
These shallow ghostlike poisonous personas
In this charleton pantomime of mine.
125 · Jul 2023
Ugly spots
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Field Ball
Hedge Row
Corner stone Pop game.
Junk mine
Get mine
Huff mine
All Mine
My game
My Will
My job
My Life my party my death my mud.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Does a dozen make a dime?
Does a dime make a difference?
Does a difference make a dossier?
Does a dossier make any sense at all because this is making about as much sense as your life which is as delightfully nonsensical as this script.
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