Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames



Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge



Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries



Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality



A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones



Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum



Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence



Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes



Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums



No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken



The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to



None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more



Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts



What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance



I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor

Quarter past midnight she silently skulks the forsaken streets



Dressed in a jet black trench coat cloaked by horrific flashbacks



Suppressed within a harrowing masquerade of profound sorrows



Daunting tears of shame gently ooze from the roots of her tear ducts



Uncontrollably they trickle down the surface of her somber cheeks



A majestic shadow of fear trails behind her in the swift breeze



Stalking her every breath, her every word her every move



And every quirky little rhythm of her eccentric groove



You see in this woman's eyes love was such a rare concept



Every night she gave away what men thought was true love



Yet in reality their imaginations were running away with the wind



Every word that was said, every emotion that was bled all fake



This kind hearted woman was loved for someone who she wasn't



Around her town she was labeled the queen of the mattresses



But underneath is it really worth sacrificing her integrity?



Is it worth ruining her identity, her dignity, her self esteem?



Tell me where is the sense in selling herself to the dogs?



And giving them permission to violate her rightful privacy



Her cranium had blatantly been rocked too hard against those sheets



And now she has lost herself along with the rest of the harlots



All because she sold her soul to the shaft of Satan's *****

She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision



Changing her ****** orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend



Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene



Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity



She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy



Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim



To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent



Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help



Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery



Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife



And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals



Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy



This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other



But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother



Attention ***** and nothing more on bended knee across the floor



As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door



She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast



For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat



Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in



Or what she’s trying to ensue



But the only thing I can say is



P.S. *******

As you approach me from afar,

My cheeks begin to blush.

Each breath grows shorter

Because you ******* away

To heights unknown,



To be blessed with someone

As special as you,

Leaves me dwelling

In a state of utter surprise,

Happier than I have ever been.



You caught me off guard.

Found a way to melt the walls

Of the ice that is my fear

with the warmth of your smile.

Won’t you stay awhile?

By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary

(All rights reserved)

As we walk along the shore,

The sun soaks our skins.

Feelings of satisfaction take over,

Tickling our bones from within.

I can sense your hand crawling,

Resting upon the surface of my palm,

Your fingers filling the empty spaces,

Helping me to remain calm.

I hope this moment burns

Forever within my memories.



By Glenn McCrary





© 2011 Glenn McCrary

(All rights reserved)

In a sphere of infinite narcissism



Wicked homosapiens tread the horizon



Daunting threats of turbulent tragedy



Dawn upon the hopeless, roaming souls



Sheathing them with treacherous shadows



Of atrociously, covert crucifixion



The elite coquettes hearken



The tumultous sound



Emanating from multiple, acrid massacres



Tainting these notably wounded hearts



Within a satanic plethora



Of acrimonious equivocation



By nightfall a harrowing suicide



By daybreak a dreary mourning



Catastrophe is all that occupies



This infamous wasteland of avarice



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 (All rights reserved)

Unexpectedly he has been cracked



Squarely across his dainty skull



Inevitably to his knees he languishes



Supplemented by a concussion



Havoc is illicitly wreaked upon the delicacy



Of this young man's psyche



As another swift, sucker punch is executed



Stylishly into his jawbone



Followed by an unforeseen series



Of frenzied jabs to the nose



The anguish screams through the brooks



Of crimson oozing from his nostrils



While a dangerous haymaker



Shockingly arises from thin air



Sinking fiercely into his cornea



Rupturing the veins in his eyeball



A circular crown of black envelops



The entire surface of his left eye



Oh, the gruesome consequences of



Applauding the eminence of nonexistence



A truculent knockout that will truly



Abduct one into an eerie coma



And rightfully deliver them back to



The portion of reality where they belong