Head in the water
To begin the day
To drown today.
Rinse.
Repeat.

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.

Busting a move
On my sofa dancefloor.
Just me in my room
My hand jive
My breakdance
My cushions
My home.
Me and my songs.
My cigarettes and my wine.
My good time.
And no-one else around.

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.

Dark becomes daylight,
But I just see dark.

Rattling eyes,
Secrets and lies,
Pray the sun is blind tomorrow.

The blood that washes away the flood just turns the water a deeper shade of red.

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.

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.

Jam. Pickle. Poison.
Relish. Garnish. Poison.
Chutney. Flourish. Poison.
Poison. Poison. Poison.

I know you,
You know me.
Who knows who?
Knows me and thee?

You know them,
Do they know us?
How do we know?
What they say about us?

I know they say
They know us well.
Do they really know?
The lies I can tell?

Stupor putrefies.
Knees wobble and hands prostrate.
Spirit slows its breathing.
Beholden to the madness
Laity massed around.
Sip. Sip. Drip. Drip.
Pray the sun doesn't rise tomorrow.

Show me. A life without a door frame,
A life that lies beyond the Doorframe.
I'll be waiting, by the doorframe.
For you to kiss inside the door, frame.

The traveller walked
His lonely Road
On slow and solemn stones.

He stared out into
The fields of sorrow,
And thought about his own.

They came to mind
But left his memory
Replaced by what he'd done.

And the crystal sunrise
Gone forever
To find his way back home.

Deep inside the forested Grove.
A candle lit dinner.
The children play.
They play with twigs.
And branch to sticks.
When the mood allows.
The mood is different today.
The twigs are sharp.
The tree falls down.
And kills them all.
'shall we serve pudding?'

Funny, how the mirror reflects more than you show.

Are you playing alone again boy?
Nobody listening,
But you've an important job to do boy.

Playing with your toys again boy.
They're still not listening,
Keep up the work you're doing,
Alone again boy.

And when you get campylobacter
From licking the wheels on your toy tractor,
You'll die all alone in the end boy.

Important work you're doing
Very important that you do it
All alone little boy.

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.

Doctor know it all
Look at my face and tell me all,
The things you can say I've never saw
In my head, inside you crawl
Probing thing's I stuck on the wall
Let me know when you've seen it all
Maybe we can sit and draw
Up a way to leave this endless sprawl
I'm tired and need a way out.

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.

Be who you want to be,
Believe in yourself.
They need a new target to destroy.

Saint your sympathy
It falls on unholy ears.
How do you treat a gargoyle eating breakfast?
Easy
Don’t.

Don’t starve to life
An emaciated buffet unveiled
A feast of scraps
Hungry for your nutritious deceit
Portioned promise
Bloated truth dripping
And yet you're full

Stay behind
Behind
See you later.
Queue here please

Your smile, infectious.
Just you and me.
We crinkle and cuddle.
Whistling our tune. You and me.

Skipping through daydreams,
It's just you with me.
We twinkle in starlight,
Our night, you with me.

Hand on my chest.
You breath just like me.
Our scent wrapped in smiles
You woven in me.

I wonder, if circumstance
Worked out differently?
To say? No, I'll bottle it
Because I like you and me.

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.

Beasts of ******
Crowned by killing and chaos.
Guided by torment in their inception.
Hatred heals, hands held in blight.
Folding thin the paper
Finding within the bark.
Hanging, swinging, Shadow.

Mind gangrene
***** soul.
Blood rot.
Surgery required.

Take me to paradise
Simple paradise.
Wholesome paradise.
Lonely paradise.

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.

I saw your smile on Sunday,
It's madness when your here
But you're never too far
Within grasping reach.
You and your insanity.
Warm when its near.
Wrapping and enveloping.
Blanketed in the madness.

Sea rolls in
Sea rolls out
Seagulls screech .
Friends come.

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.

Are you not happy?
All alone?
This is what you wanted?
All along?

Deafened by silence.
All alone.
Burned all his bridges.
On his way home.

Look how the statue cries.
Marble happiness in frozen glory.
Lips solid
Stare solid
Solid mood.
Solidly mistaken.
Halted in state, gripped by time.

Didn't die in my sleep today.
A good day.
So says everyone else
Hands to the sky,
A meteor phoned home.
But I still didn't die in my sleep.
There's always tomorrow.

Calling from our home,
Ghosts are spooking over,
Hands holding the cold.
Our exorcist gazebo.

Strawberries and cream,
Mouth is chewing toenails.
Bucket full of smoke.
Smoke alarms enabled.

Disaster will unfold,
Loneliness without me.
Calling you from home,
Calling home without me.

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.

Can I have my medicine?
The fist smashes through the cabinet,
Holding a blooded hand of normal.
As the mirror shatters,
And the hand insists,
Its life drip trailing across his choice.
He decides no.
He's ill. He's bloodied. He's lonely.
He's terminally free.
He stares into the glass as it warps away whole.
The blood pools and drains. And swirls.
A pantomime sworn in and sworn away.
Never again will he pill up for pantomime.
When the stage he rots on runs him by.
They bow and decay.
And he stands lifeless.
As the show rolls on.

Fast as your feet can carry
Careening off through time
Mountains are hills and hills are fields
And I am running.

Is it self loathing?
Even a warped self awareness perhaps?
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe its acceptance.
The forced march forwards to inevitable doom,
I am the war council and the soldier.
I am the battlefield and I am the on winning side,
For if I win I lose and if I lose I win.
The world is the house and the house will always win.
Funny, it seems. Absurd almost.
How much I just don't care anymore.
Empathy eaten away.
Pacman running rampant, severing the ties that bind myself to this war.
Godhood, ascension. A lobotomy to save the flesh from its commander.
We'll go over the top soon I'm sure, we can't hide in this trench forever.
We'll see the sky and feel the warmth. The bullet ridden carapace a legacy with an eye on the abyss.
The struggle over, no capitulation.

Take a little sugar
Stick it in your eye
The world seems so much sweeter
Than the one that's in your mind.

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.

Roses are red,
thinking gets dicey.
Speak to a doctor,
before things get too spicy.

Lay still, poltergeist is causing your demons.
pray it all away.
come too, demons  proved too much to handle
pay us more money.

Suffering upon the suffering
Injury to avenge the injured
Killing to keep up the killing
The tune of death continues to play.

My days end was entirely my fault, that day.
I was the one that drank 9 cans of lager, and licked that sweet, sweet ecstasy like it was sherbert dip dab.
And my arms went dead.
And I was drifting in a cloud of pure euphoria.
And the dog was looking at me all silly like.
And I was the one who was bored and lost enough to do this on my own, by myself, with the dog.
And so, when the pulse settles, and the room is no longer spongy, and the dog doesn't feel as soft and luscious.
I guess I'll see you on the other side.

The circus of eyes.
So many eyes.
Blinking and staring.
Why do they stare.
Black eyes that always stare.
So loud, always looking.
Even when they close.
I can see them.
Staring.
Makes my brain hurt.
Makes my nose run.
Because they just won't stop staring at me.
Makes it hard to think.
To function.
Maybe I'll close my eyes instead.