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Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Eyes seductive,
pursed lips,
awakened ember,
breathes,
sigh of satisfaction
smokey duvets
roll through the air.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
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 *******
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Silly goose. Hide and beek.
Play the herion, strong and free.
Expensive easy life.
Such a good ride though.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Fall on your hands, drink some more wine
Open your legs
Take some more shots, take off your clothes
Stay on the bed
Take some more  lines, drag yourself up
Lay down your head
Keep your hands down, open your legs
Innocence lost.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
The string that frays
has been well tied.
Knots and pulleys
Up down all around.
Faithfully carrying out its duties.
and ultimately replaceable.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Staring endlessly into silver, the mercury smiles back.
I smile as it shatters, a waterfall of evisceration.
I hated the reflection anyway, it’s freeing.
I wear a new smile, in blind sanctity.
Now begin the day anew
Hallowed harrying to come.
Trodden stems struggle against the boot
Drearily reaching for their promise of change.
But alas, the mercury may flow away but the memory does not.
#silver #shadow #mercury #shatter #reflection #memory #repercussions
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.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
Blade on wrist.
It moves, politely.
Wishing only to serve.
Master at hand. Steel to blood.
He's happy.
He relinquishes his world.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Ever watched someone cook?
They're lovely served with salad.
Maniacal Escape Mar 2021
Walk down the logs
**** in the stream.
Dance on the cobbles.
**** up your knees.

Walk an the pathway.
Death in the brush.
Skip on the cobbles.
Murderous rush.

Over the threshold.
In mothers arms.
Dagger in cuddles.
Blood soaking.
Maniacal Escape Mar 2021
Footsteps tip tap church on the hill.
Sunday, best day, hill by the stream.
Tip tap toe step what shall we see?
Father. Praise be. Come unto me.
Hill step tip toe down to the lake.
Rocks and fishes, toes in the pond.
Tad poles, nibble toes, children alone.
Tip tap tip toe, father the frog.
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.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
The blade chooses and chops.
Dispensing clotted closure.
Silken Crimson
Pumping through.
Sodden clothes.  
Weakening resistance
Hands up go down.
Sliced and diced.
Wavy ribbons.
Metal spectates.
The corpse is moving.
Slimy red slug going nowhere.
The slug stays nowhere.
Maniacal Escape Feb 2021
Where do I go from here?
Walking on these roads my feet bleed.
Where do you want me to walk?
While my feet are bleeding, drenched in gravel.
What is it you need?
Waiting for me to come.
Why, when there is so much left to see, besides us?
Why do you poison me?
When my feet are bleeding for your tomorrow.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
Lava floor. Dead.
Neighbouring sacrifice.
Earthquake. Amenities gone.
All that's left is shell-shocked.
Snowflakes.
Kiss a new beginning.
Maniacal Escape Apr 2023
Calamity up the nostrils
In tidy little lines.
Chaos behind the eyes
In sly uneven smiles.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Sometimes the sounds at night are bright
sometimes the sky lights up with you.
sometimes the sky is drunk with me.
sometimes I watch your eyes see me.
Maniacal Escape Feb 2021
They'll get bored soon.
They will
You know they will.
You're a disgrace.
You walk like it's your right.
You talk like you have permission.
You'll see yourself for what you are.
Soon.
Very soon.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Penitent one, pitiful soul.
It's hard to apologise whilst you're stood inside a house of echoes.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Happy hands slapping a sad cheek
Puffy red, embarrassed injury.
Broken bruised.
Blueberry muffin.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2021
It's a hymn to him
A bit, a scene.
Roll play
He claps.
What a show for him.
An extraterrestrial existential terror.
Things bow as they do.
He accepts.
He's the watcher on the watch.
Observing, learning.
He knows.
You don't
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
The more I want to say,
The less you want to hear,
The more I overthink.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Wheres my guardian angel gotten to now?
Probably in the loo sniffing lines.
That's my gal.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Is there no simpler thing.
Suns blossom stings strong
It's white out here.
Bleached and perfect lies
Maniacal Escape Jun 2020
Tread lightly on shards of comfort
Outstretched blades of rust stab at welcomeness
Place your blade in your scabbard sword dancer
Swivel and point, smile and wave, and slice and suffer
Your hole pours red. Life gleefully leaves its husk.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
The explorer entered the cave alone,
and he emerged pale with terror.
He never spoke of what he saw.
He saw nothing after all, but he felt everything.
And everything was enough for him to never feel anything ever again.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
A whisper.
A songbirds prayer.
A choke in a madmans dance.
A cut.
A carve.
A statue, blood romance.
Maniacal Escape Apr 2021
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
Why is it talking? Is it preaching?
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
It won't shut the **** up.
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
How do take the ******* batteries out?!
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint
Smash it on the rock or something!
Just lob it!
Smash it!
Sai...
Phew, thank God.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Sparks, giddy buzz
Smoke goes in, dry lips.
Eyes roll back.
Cloudy limbs.
Maniacal Escape Sep 2021
I knelt on my tip toes
For a higher perspective
Of the same small ****.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
The line points straight on
North to no end.
It goes a long way from your drunk bunker
Climb back in or carry on?
Hold on to your hats men! We go over the top!
Bullets of beauty bounce and ricochet
As you dive and duck through barbed happiness.
The sun sets on a victorious skirmish,
The battle continues tomorrow.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Knots in the floor
And now I see sideways
Bundle of confusion.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
Cry hard when the raindrops shine
The shy marble kiss when the world crashes down.
Quarry of questions.
Granite truth.
Rivers flow in no direction.
Maniacal Escape Aug 2020
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.
Maniacal Escape Mar 2021
Yellow stone missile, golden in desired glow.
******, glinting in the sun shine.
As it smashes to earth.
Brains peeled from the rock.
Riches gained at the least gasp of life.
Nugget in hand, he brushes off the waste.
A man will pay millions for such a find.
The brains of the previous owner won't cheapen his cut.
Maniacal Escape Jun 2023
Our salt will stain the sky
As we pray everything's alright
We huddle as the meteors crash by.

Hold hands into the night,
A star! is all we cry,

Calamity crashes
Salvation in flames
As we fade into the night.
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
Cream and doneplings.
Cancer of the bladder.
For the feelings you know the most.
Are the feelings that **** you the fastest.
Sunrise Tuesday
Sunrise Tuesday
Maniacal Escape Jun 2020
Basking in the glow of a lacerated sun
Dripping blessed rays, life pools in an agonising emptiness.
Smile upon me with your godless grace
Light of life, prying open a necrophyte visage
Spotlight upon a murderous parade
Of life and happiness. Always watching with
Catastrophic intent and purging flame.
Behold the beacon of rage as it rips
At your vision. Blinding illumination.
A scar in the sky.
Cataclysmic vista.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
The end came and went
As the tide licks at the shore.
He stared at the horizon
Its infinite dangerous glory
He stared and he was ok.
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
A knife
Needs a home.
My blood,
Leaves it's host.
Blessed, steel on bones.
Forbidden ritual.
On our own.
No-one to care.
For tomorrow.
Maniacal Escape Nov 2022
How deep.
Does.
The Satan Pit.
Go.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2023
Back and forth in front of the mirror
To and fro
Clown and civies
Back and forth.
Back and ******* forth.
Maniacal Escape Oct 2020
Wrapped around me
Circles dead
Drenched in blood
Hang em high let em dry
Sunny herbs
Awful stench.
Maniacal Escape Oct 2020
Shame you're a game
Untoward and outward.
Never did understand it.
Cowardly within reason
Just a touch.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Take a generous helping of plaster.
And lets mould a tangerine.
With a bitter skin so brittle and bright.
And a juicy flesh. Hard and impervious.
The tree rattles it's branch.
It's fruit, plummeting to happiness.
Soft blades of grass impale the eyes.
Deafening impact, internal destruction.
And now watch as it flowers.
#tangerine #fruit #flowers #bitter #impale #destroyed
Maniacal Escape Jun 2023
Laid cosy with you
In our Judas cradle
Blankets up tight,
You inside me
Stuck here suspended
Inertia distended
Holding my hands as you bled my heart empty.
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Despair tastes of nothing.
Why can I taste it all the time?
Maniacal Escape Jan 2021
Would you like a cup of tea my dear?
Yes, past boiling, to burn my lungs.
Jasmine or lemon?
Both.
Lemon jasmine lung buster coming right up.
With sugar?
No.
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