Knife through viewing eyes
Red dawn soaks through a clean lense
Vision blurs to pain
Red dawn sets early
Red eyes shut and dawn sets.

Push back pain,
won’t last long
Drips and pours
Seeps through tears
Puddles in red
Splish splash splosh
Wellies on tight
Red can’t get you now.

Muffled. Sated. Play.
Titivating the field with wine.
Game changing moments,
Clouded in a red haze.

The poison needle hits the turntable and spin's me round again.

Objectifying paranormalising
Scaring the feelings away.

Tell me what the instruments say
Tell me what the probes feel.

Let's go round again.
It will always be there the second time.
Let's make rounds again,
One more time.

From seated stone the wasp takes flight. Ready to sting the world red.

Clinging to happiness
Grip is slipping,
Another line
Another day
Another ***.
Another beer.
One last hurrah.
I wonder to myself,
Does my mother actually know me?

Tip toe across the toad stools.
Your toad will be the biggest stool!
Someday.
But not today.
Tip toe tap dance silly little fool. Ghoul.
Hideous in hiding. Gremlin gonna get it.
It's a ******* monster in the mirror!
What mirror where?!
Over there!
The fool tip toe tap dancing to a silly little tune, a silly little fool.

Welcome to global thunder.
Have a stormy nighty.
I hope that your child dies of heartattack.

Did you sleep soundly?
With your child's corpse?

Can you hear the incinerator?
Killing all the the nightmares.
It's beautiful. Simple. Flame and forgetting.

Where is your child now?
'ah! Let me get you a new one, that isn't afraid of gunfire.'

Hands on face, masquerade ball.
Mask down for the truth.
Hideous.

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.

Deathbed ditties
'Shame on you all', etc
'Ooo she's coming',
let's light a candle,
And play a silly board game.

'How are you feeling today'?
I hate that.
Can I say I'm feeling pretty ******* rhubarb and flustered?
'yeah I'm alright mate, you?'
Nosey ****. Mind your business.
And I swear if you mention the weather next...

Cigarettes and chewing gum,
pheromones and alcohol, decisions left unreversed.
Bike shed museum masterpiece.
Bus shelter, fascinating splay of life and scheduled delivery.

The ****,
Becomes a flower,
Returns to soil,
And turns to stone.

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.

Meadow of grass sweeping slanted
Alive and awake. Delicious fruit.
Sad really. He was a nice lad.

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

Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.

Silence boy
Silly boy
Try it again boy.
Cut it boy
Taint it boy
Let it all flow boy.
Daft boy
Silent boy
Swinging with tinsel boy.

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.

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

Inquisitions kiss
Salivating touch
poisonous caress
forbidden.
Wipe away the stain.
pretty lips
pretty smile
pretty god.
pretty hopeless for a pretty child.
the wise man built his house upon the dock.
so he could sail away from insanity's port.

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.

Holy salvation is an illness, born from the fear of death's inevitability.

Crave it, seek your next fix.
Fragile psyche. A rational thought away from shattering should you miss your next dosage of biblical pills.

Forgive us our doctor as we sin again. We must have our medicinal eucharist.

The doctor plans his psychological corruption meticulously. Join hands, spread the disease of fear. Become terrified sheep together. Become dependent on sanctified lies together. The mass mania contagion runs rampant.

Now the doctor begins his treatment. Gold for a weekly shot of sainted insanity. The destitute pay well, their hands tied in prayer as their pockets are plundered.

The church of St charlatans. Founded upon a rock of corruption. Preaching divine death as curable terror, blessing it with coin.

But holy salvation is the illness, and only the dead are cured.

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.

Heartbeat clipping at his brain
He lies in his puddle of misery
Breath absent
Feelings dull
A smile rips across his face.

Ducking under puffy men the priest retreats to his chapel and begs the black chair for forgiveness.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

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.

Eight days of seven are you lobster
Stop chains kissing bouquets
Lovely sting but punch less
But don’t stop
Please
I hate it
Ahahahaha
Front stabbing martyr I love you
Tighten my bindings whilst I take a ****.
Done? Good. I’d be so grateful if you’d take the katana from the mouth of my daughter
As they say the plot worsens
But please, do tell me about your luxurious Judas cradle
Is it to your liking sir?
Roomy yes thank you
I’ll pay half
Ten out of five on pointless dot com.

Insidious entity.
A vicarious ride.
Distance between stars,
Astrological blindness.
Yet so visible to all who see.
Tick tock, tick tock
Times up.

Heavy delta.
This is the real reality.
Crystal perception
through diamond eyes.
Feel the earth in your veins.
Arteries pump with sound
So clear
So pure.
Heaven trapped in dust.
Released through me.

Into a world we've seen before,
Our shallow world remains
Slipping on razors
Clean on the inside
A blender filled with bleach.

Sumptuous velvet blood
Dripping down into the floor.
Brilliant and bright, liquid ruby's.
The pickaxe is long and bladed and sharp.
Former miner, now a jeweler.
Marveling at my precious pretty gems
As they fade away and return to the earth.

Forgot what it was
To say nothing but see everything
Deaf vision, a soundless landscape
Clarity.

A case of whiskey for the judge.
A jug of beer for the marshal.
A spit of ichor for the prisoner.
A fine judgement for the downtrodden.
A fair judgement. From a man. In different robes

Thin wrist,
Fat belly.
Disproportionate sunrise.
When you take a ****.
Factory products
From an insistent buyer.
Customer discontent.

Drag him up
and tear him down.
Join the crowd and sing.

Fat sounds, and fingers
spread ugly phleghming sharting stains on
Cotton, shiny white and new. And
Spit and ***** books a slot on,
Saturdays outfit change and
Its ok.

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.

Say goodbye.
See the lonely way out
Disappear.
I am your never
Your ever
Your cries
I'm your whenever,
Your quiet
Your byes
I'm your wherever
Your eternal
Good night.

Grated secrets
shards fall through cracks
fearing retribution.
the house is crumbling
walls fall in on doors
windows close
and shatter.
splinters, mortar, glass
skewer, crush and slice.
and the earth settles.

Can't use these hands
Fingers aren't my own
Can't say what I mean.

Can't stand this life
This depression is all I own
I love what it's done to me.

Can't remember if it's real
The men that speak down to me
So **** in their long white gowns.

Can't cope with this no more
My world better ******* explode.
At least then I can watch the fireworks.

When you wake up in the pits
And you remember, life is ****
It's a ****** ditty do-dah time for you.

And when you clamber out the pit,
And you really smell that ****
It's a ****** ditty do-dah time for you.

Looking back down at the pit
Thinking down there was the ****
It's always a ****** ditty do-dah time for you.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

Why do we scream when the world is deaf?
A loneliness that crashes,
Ocean waves on rocks of indifference.
Straight jacket disco,
Pump up the volume maestro,
The closed ear speakers go quieter.
Silence leaks though the cracks,
The cave, louder as the resident screams.
Brick him in.

They used to call it cuckold
Now they call it insanity.
Tomorrow it'll probably be fashion.

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.

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.