Crystal crayons blister, paper and displays. harnessed colour is shade for next days plain. Paper cuts and blisters, felt tip sprays graphite scrape and chalk screech, soundless piece Blankest page, dead mans canvas. colour, scribble, go on and paint.
I look like the biggest *******. When I'm stumbling about the house watching square faces become diagonal. They ask Are you OK, why are you looking at me like that? Am alrigghhtt, am jusstt lucking. Silly square heads being all diagonal. Leave me to be a *******
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.
'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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Our lives are far from home. You seek truth inside the tomes. Our lives are leaking outward. I'm stuck here with your anemia. I pray to the altar of the blade God.
Coming to. Senses blurred and hurting, Vision swirls to find colour in black. Ears hear too much, Can't make sense of it all. Face is sticky and warm. Fingers trace it's source White-hot pain turns black vision grey. Breath is hard to catch. Grey to white to Blue To sounds. Surrounded by chatter and noise. 'don't move sir, the ambulance is on its way'
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.
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.
Strange kind of leaves. Sullen whilst stroking at the breeze. Is there a word for 'off green'? Depressed lime? Let's just water it and call it a sad tree.
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.
Professional chef of a niche cuisine, pupils dilate and Michelin stars glow bright Such succulent food the gods grow jealous. Body heavy the brain retires to sleep. Trapped in a duvet tumbling down stairs. The peach canvas is painted in spots. The cheetah will rise again soon, hungry once again.
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.
If I crawled when there was no need to. If I soiled myself. In the cold hard dark. If I allowed my pulse to stain the floor. Would there still be a tomorrow?
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.
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.
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.
Feverish hands for applause. jittery in gesture. fingers and tongues. and thumbs. and limbs. Sprawl and crawl. What a creature creature comfort blanket to pain. must wrap up in the medicine duvet. burrito me up, serve me hot.
Pennies clatter, happy chant. Change hangs heavy, metal *****. Such a rich thrill. Copper courage. Bronze boldness. But what did you loose? With your pants down your ankles and pennies strewn across the floor?
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.
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.
Far and wide we wonder for it. Here Now Waiting for you. Holy light trails upon you. Come See Shines upon you. Blindness seeks the concrete realness Touch Feel I'm real and see-through. Stone meets hand and enlightenment blankets you. Reality Touchable You need my texture.