She had better intentions
Bile and filth caked under her fingernails
She had planned on stopping
Laid as a film of grease over her cleavage
Been at it for hours
Started off slow, tying him up
Making him sigh and moan in ecstasy
Her hands guiding but firm
The candle flames burned hot and low as she worked
Casting shadows against already dark walls
His sweet, addictive lifeblood welled up fast and easy
He begged her not to go so deep
She couldn't help it
Soon she was ******* him with her sharp edges
Tears and snot made rivers down his face
His mind and body slave to her rhythm
No escaping the inevitable fall from grace
A final explosive ****** left him wet, writhing in her arms
Layers of his death like a hunting trophy caressed her skin
******* gently at an index finger she muses
Hoping like hell she'd still have his taste on her tongue  come morning

No one left to hear your curses
No one here to see your verses
Lost amongst the stars and trees
Kneeling softly upon your knees
I would gladly give my blood and tears
To ease you softly into your years
Hopeless though the night may seem
For you the sun will always beam
My hand outstretched with cold blue fire
Offer eternally all that you desire
Filling your coffers with jewels and gold
A lesson that will give you few loves to hold
For in the end you must understand
That I am a God and you merely a man

That heavy, thick feeling left under your eyelids
After a rough night of drinking
Groggy.
Unable to focus on the thin curve of your snarled mouth
As you drone on and on about regulations
******* of a ***** boss with no brains
His whining voice grating along my nerve endings
How can I be proud of a sell out?
Scrubbing your floors, washing your windows
Attempting to look a little less greasy in a ******* grease shop
The incessant busy buzzing of their corporate mindset bores me to tears
I would rather gauge out my eyes
Set them on fire, then **** on them to put them out
Before I would ever kiss your *** again
My uniform always smells like hot asfault
Simmering in the noon day sun
I am weighed and measured by my performance
Dancing upon a mechanical stage with barrings and wrench to accompany
Each day I need another hit just to curb my urge to massacre
All. Of. Them.
I am only free in the night when shadows linger
Taking me away with swirling words into the vortex of the unknown

My sleeping mind cannot contain
All that my waking mind soaks up
Dreams turning into lucid experience
All colors, sensations too intense to categorize
Wind down inside of me
Concentrated awareness of my subconscious obliviousness
I wish that I could weave them all together
Like tall grasses woven into baskets
Strong, unbreakable, able to withstand the heavy weight
Of my spirit
Instead I leak through the seams, tear through edges
Five a.m. cannot keep me
My thoughts scatter
Drifting in and out

I am not see thru
Smoke clinging softly to my fingers
Translucent at best

Obsessed with a cure
Constantly distorting what occurs in nature
Refining it. Mixing it with chemical burn concoctions.
Covering every inch of green as far as you can see
Growth hormones.
Pesticides. Insecticides. Don't-care-if-the-bees-die-icides.
Anything that can be sprayed on a crop for higher yields
All they care about is production and profit
Hundreds of new factories every year
Pumping out quick acting gel tabs
Filling the cabinets with placebos
Close enough to the edge of science to not be considered god
A two billion dollar a year industry
To stay young
Be healthy
Not have to get off our fat, lazy, publicly ill-educated *****
To lose weight
Nothing worth having ever came easy
Your inability to learn from your mistakes takes over
Watching the inevitable if not medicated decline of society
DNA withering away to dust, until only shells are left
Gaudy and virile played out right before us like a badly made ****
Doesn't matter who is getting ******
You are still watching