(16+)

Come sit down my child
whilst I tell you a little story,
about the son who was a wicked boy
and how he fell from glory.

It was upon a dark Sunday evening
betwixt the eleventh hour and the twelfth,
that our young boy
paid a fleeting visit to his sister, who was very ill of health.

Suffering, and weak with scabies,
pale skinned and lay bare on her bed,
thy demonic *******, was excited by her submission,
so laid her 'til she was dead.

And upon the following morning,
there was not a sound of his grieving
but that of his tired yawning,

as he put back on his clothes
wiped up the fingerprints
and carefully cleaned up her robes.

Because even he knew
that this secret little interest
was an illegal, sordid, act
of malicious ****** -

And so, seven long days after,
at the funeral he paid his dutiful respects
to the girl he'd fantasised about for countless years -

grinning sickly on the inside,
but still managing a few small tears.

When the moon descends and takes you in it's grasp
knowing you must go but still you ask,
swallowed by the bloated night sky, the promise of a future near gone,
but in the darkness your hope still shone

I love you, and so does everyone else
oh what I'd give to steal your degrading health
asking the Lord why, why can't he just set you free
why did he give you cancer when he could've given it to me?

I've lived 20 years of life and experienced it all,
you're only 15 and are yet to discover more,
the unfairness is sickening, unjust and cruel,
but heartbreak seems to be life's golden rule

our loving god has taken everything before my eyes
ignorant to the pain and suffering, ignorant to my mother's cries
now here I am, breaking up over pathetic thoughts and creases
as the Pariah of Death blows our lives to pieces.

*[soon to be glittering in the nights sky above, a distant world afar,
your voice singing upon the wind - good night my new killer star]

Keeping beneath the streetlights she strides
hugging herself within a warm winter coat,
checking alleyways and shadows,
shaking, nervous fear tickling the back of her throat.

There she goes -

past broken beer bottles and empty cans
drunken pedophiles rubbing together twitchy hands,

past doorways where scumbag teenagers lie
sharing needles, and half pills just to get high -

ahead of her frantic police sirens wail,
followed by the sickening glow of blue flashing lights,
heading off to another seedy club;
a minefield of fury and bloodied, brawling fist-fights.

There she goes -

past the policeman ignoring the crowd's cries
as his suspect chokes and dies

past the little girl running and crying
saying that Daddy got angry and Mummy's now dying -

Oh there she goes, now indignant and ignorant,
a soul as transparent as the night's sky,

one monument to our sins

from a world now long gone by...

Laughing at his broken glasses, tattered clothes
they pelt him with gum and chewed up pieces of paper
name-calling; "Hey stupid! Stinky! Queer-boy!"
such does he retreat to the world inside his mind

it's utopia there, a place where
he need not worry
he can draw out his own history, control time, create sprawling vast cities
that the caustic breath of reality cannot touch

school the bane of his existence, a ****** minefield
the army of bullies seems infinite
but for each juvenile his imagination ignites
creates another heroic warrior to stave away the pain

[always one to be misunderstood
creative confusion running through his blood]

parents exchanging concerned looks
as he spends night after night immersed in books
absorbing the creativity, the literate equivalent of gold
he took his heart to passion's feet whereupon he sold

never one to rely on such a farce as hope
breathing even with depression grasped 'round his throat
20 years old, once again escaping to that distant faraway land
standing bare foot under a thousand suns and crimson sand

---

he sits where I sit now
confused, life as complex and transparent as always
but with eyes grateful, fully open
able to see the beauty that lies within life's darkest obscenities

even the horrifying can be beautiful

if one can truly gaze into its gnarled face.

God look upon me, I so need you right now,
reveal your love, oh please please show me how,
I can't fight past this festering wall of decay
I'm tired, aching and lonely, I won't make it any other way

this heart you gave me is desperately ill
without your strength I'll wake in the morn to it still,
never have I had such luck with love, oh why,
do I find myself falling asleep begging to fade away, to die

you can't stop the tears that will no longer come
cupid's fell from grace, swapping his bow for a gun
and now here I stand as the moon lights up the callous skies
surrounded by deceit and pathetic lies

seeking reverence within cigarette smoke, my ignorance deadly to some
caring less and less, I think my time has come
to either forget the past and look to the future ahead
or to wallow in the self-pity that bloats my head

I'm so sorry for everything I've done wrong
I'm selfish, I'm self-loathing, I don't deserve it but for forgiveness I long -
my sanity is twisting, my honesty it crucifies and bends
for it seems any happiness I ever find goes away in the end

I'm not stupid, I know this is my last dance

oh Lord I'm begging you, please, give me another chance

Age Of Apostasy

I was born with the sun shining upon my skin
I was born into a world saturated with sin
pestilence shone, through his void grinned
for the second I broke from the womb the sky above dimmed

birthed not from a mother but a sick man
my coming heralded an end, the age of apostasy began -
those I loved killed by the evil inside
cursed by a Devils backbone, there was no where to hide

[but inside their minds]

now I live with the beautiful people and their screeching cries
I avoid their clumpy fingers, their black empty eyes,
vying for flesh and choking upon lungs of rubber
floating with a ghastly gracefulness that makes the north wind shudder

[bullet wounds
gunshot holes -]

with the devil inside I know only fear
knowing nothing of love, my soul bedridden and queer -

[maggots and live thriving
between fleshy folds]

in the distance a woman cries, piercing the silence like a bell

surely that can't be -
surely that can't be the scent of *** I smell?

Alas 'twas only wishful thinking, my pretence playing unfair,
the beautiful people finally had prey and were stripping her bones bare -

ruthless, ecstatic, bodies twisted and vile
clutching strips of flesh only then did they laugh and smile.

The Beautiful People & The Mannequins Of Plague

I walk amongst the beautiful people
hide my face within the shadows around,
with lungs of rubber and skin that's latex
they drift about our world without a sound

[so deliciously dark
twisted and vile
they grin from faces ghastly
rotting and puerile]

formerly they were perfect humans
whose selfishness strived for more,
so they re-constructed their bodies and faces
using skin harvested from the dead and poor

[bullet wounds
gunshot holes
maggots and lice thriving
between fleshy folds]

organs replaced with mechanical components
immortality sewn together with surgical stitches,
greed and jealousy bloomed inside our narrow minds
thus we began practicing the work of witches

but the stolen skin rotted upon their ancient bodies
leaving their yellowing, pestilent, bones bare -
to defy death plastic and rubber were used as replacements
but of mortality they were now forever aware

[clumpy fingers, bloodshot eyes
midnight dreams plagued with their shrieking cries]

for upon the pursuit of immortal living
we lost the people we once used to be -

now I flee their hungry gazes and grabbing fingers
living only with empty shadows for bittersweet company.

The Beautiful People II*

I add insult to injury and bleed into the glass
they've starved this world and left me 'til last,
only through alcohol and drugs can I truly escape
but now I sit here knowing it's all too little, too late,

I tried curing them with injections of compassion and remorse
alas they only mocked me with smiles that were forced,
with greedy eyes that lingered upon my untainted flesh
'twas clear their resentment was caustic, broodingly fresh

hating their bodies and all that could be seen
so precociously perfect, but with souls disgustingly unclean
infected with an obsession mutating into disease
humanity swallowed by the cravings they strived to appease

they are the Beautiful People, yes I have spoken of them before,
but I must mention their ghastly existence once forever more,
for now I have been abandoned in this world barren and dead
my body digests itself as my nose and ears drip red

I'm not well, my skin has grown pallid and lumpy
my fingers twisted, knobbly and clumpy
they scream in the night, they scream in my head
my mind polluted with the paranoia the drugs have bred //--

[come with me, take my hand
I will lead you to the promised land]

wind howling, breathing heavy, lazy
visions of hope going increasing hazy //--

oh please-

please-

listen to me before my conscience fully dies

whatever you do //-


DON'T LOOK INTO THEIR EYES!

WARNING - Hints at suicide

Corpses floating slowly above the waters,
swollen and bloated pachyderms -
my dreams curdled septic and dying
polluted to death with stagnant germs

so many of my ideas and glittering hopes
now smothered, tainted vile,
the insides of my twisted and torturous soul
just stinking, liquified to nothing but bile

countless negatives and secrets
past and present unwanted strangers,
bringing both temptation and sin;
writhing with sumptuously naked dangers,

sometimes I get fleeting thoughts that seem promising,
break into my mind shouting "Como Estas?"
Alas, within a few seconds they stick
in the large web where everything rots and festers

for my mind is sick,
demonic giggles echo down the corridors of my head -

just another ****** night

where I wish I was dead.

AJ

[Inspired by Them Crooked Vultures; Elephants - "Pachyderms of germs, unable to hide or even dream of it." One brilliant song]

Locked away in the dankest corner
bloodied fingers frantically pawing the ground,
a lonesome girl of nineteen, distraught and weeping,
too afraid to utter a sound.

With filthy hair matted upon her forehead
and an eyelid that's split in two -
all she wears is linen rags tied around her waist
whereupon the crotch, ***** slowly seeps through.

It was always her dream to be a singer
to cherish a life of fortune and fame -
alas one nasty twist of events changed everything,
subjecting her to a life of abuse and excruciating pain.

Once a sweet little girl singing songs in the school yard,
now a schizophrenic teen, living in warped fantasy -
care workers leaving her to lie in her own faeces
as doctors discuss psychosis, and even lobotomy.

Fast-forward to seven weeks later,
wheelchair-bound, with nails so long they've began to curl,

gazing at this giggling black-eyed freak,

never would you believe it's the same girl...

Striking, turquoise genetics,
douse my cries in grieving resplendency,
for my naked soul
weeping has become almost a dependency //.-

familiar devil's hands
tucking me into home-made bones;

conscious, automatic,

////-..f-feelings sporadic ///.-.

I..-///.-..     ..I.///.-./.

I am not on my own,

shambling skeletons, rocking out upon the dance floor,
twerking to a cathartic post-punk sound -
jagged multi-colour squares flashing spasmodically,
jumping and jiving all over the ground,

crowds of pretty girls in leather tops,
thrashing their hips to the beat,
moving in fluent passion
skin blushed, dripping and sweaty from the heat,

whilst the darkness spoons out mousy doe eyes,
trading them in for introspective sight
colliding souls gyrating blindly
beneath schizophrenic light

curdling their kaleidoscopic hearts, tainting them homologous -
rubbed raw from a crass reflection,
hammering lips to robotic DNA

.//-. dr-...dru- //

drugging our minds for a complexion that's perfection.

AJ/SF

#cheekyrepost

CHAPTER 1 - Part 2

He stopped, the knife still in his hand, but now pointing to the floor. He panted, his breath now dry and stale again; the wound in his thigh now severely bleeding.

[I'm sorry]

The air was still around him, all sound ceased to exist - no wind, no shimmer of any trees, no birds singing. Only his dragging breath and beating heart.

[I'm so sorry]

"Aaaaaaaagh... aaaaaaaaghhh."

His head snapped up, jaw squared, his whole body locking down and freezing.

A few yards ahead of him, shambling along in the diminishing sunlight, was a living corpse. Its breath was also wheezy, but rattled too as the loose fluids inside its rotting body sloshed around. It glared at him with one rheumy eye, the other just a black socket - the skin torn right down to its chin. It wore absolutely no clothes whatsoever - its reproductive organs now gnarled and black. One yellowing femur bone protruded from its right leg, sticking out and bending queerly with every slow step.

"Aaaaaaaagh... aaaaaaaaaghhh."

Jay stood up, and made his way slowly towards it, yet again flicking the carving knife up and down. Blood poured down his leg; the corpse smelt it and starting to lollop towards him, attracted to his bleeding flesh like a ravenous dog.

"Like the smell, eh?" Jay roared, his voice rusty and hoarse. He started to run to it, his steel tipped boots clicking on the tarmac road as he went, the metallic sound reverberating in his ears and echoing around -

-and around-

- in his head, high-pitched and tinny, drilling into his mind in excruciating and relentless pain.

"I said - DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL, YOU SACK OF ****?!" He screamed at it, his head pounding, his own voice repeating over and over to itself. Dribble ran down his mouth - which was now pulled into a rictus-like grin, showing his teeth and bleeding gums. "Come here - have a piece of me!"

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" The corpse gnashed its mawed jaws together, the single eye wide in greedy excitement. It stumbled ever-closer to him, its calloused fingers reaching out to grasp his white shirt - to pull him closer.

And that's when he struck, bringing down the blade onto both its wrists; cutting them clean in two with a crunch. Blood sprayed everywhere; over his chest, his shoes, in his grinning face. He swept back his hair, revealing one lucid green eye - dancing with eclectic hysteria, the other eye circled by a scar, its pupil wide and pooled in blood.

Using his whole body weight, he shoved it, where it fell over backwards like a sack of stones, never putting out its hands to break the fall, merely just letting its skull smash right onto the road. It didn't stop though, carried on wriggling, holding up its severed stumps at him. He kicked them away, and dug the heel of his boots into its empty eye socket, pinning its head to the ground.

"There we are, just stay there -" He leant over, whispered right into its gnashing face, holding his knife outstretched behind him. His other free hand twitched.

"I must admit, you done me a favour coming here today." He spoke into its glazed eye, the browning eyeball swivelling round madly in its socket, as if the close proximity of Jay was giving it some sort of sick ******.

This didn't phase him, only made him chuckle darkly.

"Sometimes my mind... wanders... just like you do, come to think of it." He flicked the knife , shoving his boot harder into the corpse's socket as it tried to lunge up at his face. "I had a wife once, she didn't like it when I wandered... she didn't really like me... just my money."

A large gob of snot exploded from the zombie's nose, dribbling into its snarling mouth.

He looked at it and smiled, bringing his knife to its face and tracing a long invisible line down its forehead.

"I don't think she'd like you either... can't see why." He continued with his knife, now tracing up from the corners of the zombies mouth to the undersides of its ears. "She would always look at me when I'd returned wandering, looking at my face and frowning - that's the whole reason I would go off for night-time walks, to get away from her; to get away from the smothering ***** with all her pregnancy problems and financial qualms."

He traced a line up from the opposite corner, now completely enthralled in what he was doing, his face creeping closer and closer to the zombie's.

"She would look at my face, and then laugh, with her prissy hands on her hips and her slutty lips pursed, and she would say 'Why Jay, are you carrying the world again?' and I would frown and say 'No' and then she'd laugh and tell me to turn my frown upside down." He cracked his head back, roaring with sudden and hysterical laughter that brought a slaver of bile running out of his mouth.

He laughed and laughed, cackling hysterically, his bloodshot eyes weeping, his mouth pulled right back into a full blown rictus - the trapped zombie beneath him still smacking its jaws together, trying to bite.

He whipped right back again, staring straight into its face - his green eye now cold and calculating. The knife once again traced the corners of the zombies mouth.

"Why," he grinned, "lets turn your frown upside down!"

AJ

This world's black, bloated and cold
it seems our God is now cracked
worthless and old

nothing cares, love ceases to exist
yet, within this cess-pit
we continue to persist

for the human race is stubborn
never one to give up -
surviving within the harshest of places
'til death forces our eyes shut

we live on massacre, feast upon woe
at one point we found happiness
but refused to let it grow

we **** our enemies, and ourselves
stock the deadliest weapons
upon supermarket and high-street shelves

we punish the innocent, worship the liars
pretty killers and fascists -
we lend a hand to simultaneously
reduce this civilisation to smouldering ashes

freedom fighters, ******, drugs
this sick infatuation with *** -

thanks, but no thanks
I don't wanna live 'cause no doubt I'll be next.

Meet Delilah,
she's infatuated with Lilies,
out in the courtyard she'll play
upon every hour,
for every day,
until she suddenly flips with the sillies.

I would not say she's pretty -
more like pretty ******* strange!
With a wrinkled old head, and sticky-out ears,
an inhumane goblin that's twisted and deranged.

Because, to Delilah,
you're as strange to her, as she is to you,
she'll always be one step ahead
of anything that you may do...

Delinquent Delilah,
strangled her puppy in cold blood,
and mowed down her cat -
inside her mind they were no longer;
Fin! Gone! And that was that.

I mean -

She just sat there, stroking the petals
on her stupid beloved Lilies,
as those poor animals writhed in pain...

so I'd remember that,
when she next offers you a daisy chain.

A martyr to love you can hear his cries
killing the joke he's always despised

bruised, battered, bloodied, broken
dwelling in the void where hope is woven

here are we; oblivious, transparently caring
blind to the torture at which we're staring
fooling him again, injecting pleasure into his silly brain
you do nothing but smile as he grows insane

what is it I should feel now
loss, anger, sorrow?
Is it normal to feel this uncaring
fixated on starting again tomorrow?

Here am I
eyes flashing in fury but without thunder
hot bathwater rising up my face
ears blind to the world I slip under

nothing but the muffled beats of my heart,
at first she was interested
but in bitterness now we part -

the 12am chimes call shrill and loud
in the pale lover's abyss he can be found
a figment of my ego, he's cold, pallid in state
stealing innocence he twists and pulls and manipulates

dressing in suits and designer attire
luring any woman that takes the time to admire
ignorant to society, forges his own fashion
dangerously devoid of any emotion or passion

sick from the sleep deprivation
sick of waking up with eyes bloodshot red

he collects the souls of his many lovers
sipping at their lives as their bodies lie frozen dead.

Prising through the fog like creeping fingers
headlights approach slowly, glaring and foul
from beneath the obscurement of mist,
a demoniac engine gurgles and growls.

A 1958 Plymouth Fury, one beauty of a car,
spoilers whistling, axels whispering

[THIEF]

ancient, but without sentiment -
the grills above her bumper curved into slender-hooked teeth

blood-red and fat, a body that's sleek,
bloated, ready to chastise;
one twisted zygote, a devil's reject -
from the depths of a broken heart, tendrils of fury begin to rise

blue-smoke billowing behind in transient swirls,
my mind bends as reality curls,
still lay here and she's getting closer -

and closer -

[- oh leave me be -

- just let me go -

- crawl someplace where your face won't show -]

She can't understand that my love for her is no longer,
she can't seem to understand that my resistance to her charms is so much stronger -

and still she speeds along the highway
taking the night and violently painting it red,
her wheels squealing towards
the dusty asphalt where I lie my head,

speeding along

not slowing down -

["Hey stop! No please STOP!!!"]

///CRUNCH///..-.

The Cranklatches are here
and they've come out to play

creaking and clanking
through the dying light of day

mechanical pixies
with robotic complexion

dead-pan demons
devoid of affection.

Leaving few traces,
and stealing children's faces -

oil stained, macabre and free

vile intentions disguised
by the perfect plans they've devised -

masquerading as you

or as me.

Auriferous
vicious
nasty
and sly

Grotesque
burlesque
hasty
and wry

but one thing I wonder
about these prolific creatures;

(or, Freaktures)

they're greedy,
they're seedy,
they're selfish and thieving -

but

Isn't that the same with us human beings?

Hurtling towards Earth, a black catacomb
alight and bright crashing through the stars,
encrusted with web-strung spores crawling, bloated,
seething with giant skeletal arachnids from Mars

pincers snap-snap-a-snapping in tuneless melody,
vying for the taste of air and wet flesh
with eyes frail, skin milky and pale,
regurgitating from throbbing juggernaut *******

ruled by a mother predatory and spoilt
soft flesh under her carapace sagging and gravid,
feasting upon her own scuttling children
injecting pain sultry and rabid,

baying for blood
sweat dripping off her charred shell
she hoists herself up on spindly legs
drags herself from the pits of hell

[she begged for my love but
instead I gave her a dangerous smile -
now she rots in outer space
up into the black 'bout a hundred mile]

round 'n round she spins a web
wreathed in skulls and threats galore,
in a meteor she fell from Heaven
and she's here with the spiders, of that I'm very sure

dead but wholly alive
encapsulated within an eight-legged freak,
inhuman screeches upon the wind
her vengeance and caustic fury shrieks

Am I to feel the bite of poised fangs?
Am I to be cursed by the darkness from where she hangs?

Will she lurk beneath one of my many beds
my insides to crawl with her hairy legs -

I loved her then, I love her now
alas jealousy drives us apart

she passed me her trusting love

-

I drove its shattered blade deep into her heart.

In slit-throat symphony
it pumps
encapsulated by its own desire
as it quivers and jumps.

A sucker for love,
and the vector for infectious fury,
four bloodied arbitral chambers;
Victim, Executioner, Judge and Jury.

For I can feel
the soured anger it injects into
the cerebral cortex of my brain
infesting my life
with sickness and clotted disdain,

this foolish heart
I'd rip right out of my chest!
Forget all the pain
because I don't think I'd feel the rest,

It's just not fair -
not fair, that with every passing day,
I feel less and less
like my true, honest, self -

O' sweet Doctor

lock the door

I think I'm very ill of health...

I pass bins bloated and stinking
dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor,
I pass the rich, the greed-infested
sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor

I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards
apartments riddled with flies,
out in the distance a stray cat whines
curdled with the sound of a child's cries

I pass drug addicts sneering and leering
arms pock-marked and bruised -
through ***, drugs and addiction
obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused

ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond
to a world way better than our own;
through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains
the stye of sickness has grown

[music blaring formulated and fascist
Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes]

for is it any wonder I rot from inside
doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore?
Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon -
my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore

nineteen years I've waited to be loved
alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects

oh please -
please tell me
I'm not destined to live like these rejects?

["I'm so happy... hope you're happy too"]

The light glows off her sleek hair,
the tint of her skin,
divine and deliciously fair -

she's stood at the newsstand
paying by debit card,
her smart mini satchel clasped in her hand.

I watch cautiously from the nearest side-street,
through frosted up glass,
jumping now and then
at the occasional car that might pass.

She's beautiful - moving so effortlessly
and strangely angelic,
the chemical lag of this non-present world
makes it all seem so... psychedelic.

Oh, will she see me stood here
with those inquisitive blue eyes,
will she see through my insidious disguise?

'Cause I crave food on a daily basis,
many people stroll past me
sniggering and laughing with disgusted faces.

I lounge on the London streets,
my beds are the floors,
I curl up beside the twisted lepers
and next to the infected ******.

And so as the woman exits the shop
I feel my hand twitch, and drop
to the little surprise tucked in my belt -

after all these years
I never wanted to know how killing someone felt,

but

my stomach gripes in pain from starvation,
my bowels are always tight with constipation,

it seems everyone lives so grand
but not me, oh no -

I just want that bag clasped in her hand.

Lavish peroxide and stiletto heels
a chilling chaos slowly unreels,

low lit phosphor covers you like dust //-/-
to abstain my filthy feelings bite I must

removing your clothes shamelessly you tease
I tried your love but all I tasted was ******,
skin pale as milk, breath perfunctory and sour
instilling resentment upon these low level hours

luring the dumb and friendly
with a body insipid, curvaceous and bendy,
drawing blood from the beaten heart
disgusting, disguised as a queen but truly a ****

oh what is her name, does she even have one?

How long has it been since she saw the daylight sun?

Is she human or a vampire wanting more and more -
she's this disgusting creature known as a *****

spending her soiled cash on dope, exotic cocktails and *****

cutting swathes with her razor-heeled shoes -//-/

[the heart's filthy *****
her love stings like a stitch -
sin bloated black and growing
oh gold help me where's this going

-now?]

took me for everything I was, alone and left to languish
embarking on a romance infectious and outlandish

-///--/-

now I've stitched my wounds, burnt all her clothes

pushed to the back of my mind

alas her sordid laughter still echoes.

Eyes of wonder can you feel my glare
what I thought was dead now I feel I care,
forever on the verge of the downward abyss
stroking my demons and giving Satan a kiss

for here are we under a sky of brilliant white
oblivious to the signs surely in our sight
for yet I wonder again, what really is love -
yes, it's in my ignorance I've not yet understood

do I feel sorrow, compassion, remorse?
Hell I should but sadly my heart is a beating corpse -
no longer do I care about others and their irreverent needs
instead inside I hide and plant my cunning seeds

ready to taint, to take, to fabricate and humiliate
they all say I'm good but I can't help but manipulate
not only the minds of others, but of myself
my sanity is slowly dying along with my health

now I gaze to the sky above, and the little fly buzzing around
I listen as nature refuses to make a sound -

oh give me a sign Lord, non existent but I want to believe
tell me all is a lie that I apparently perceive.

My head's like a fortress, I keep my thoughts shut away
my heart is a failed church whereupon I go to pray
the birds seem to float in the golden morning sky
as my eyes bleed from a sleepless night of cries

CRASH!

every castle falls, nothing but shattered memories and rubble
lies and pretence form around like a protective bubble -
I gaze at myself in the mirror with no recognition
once a beacon of strength bled dry by self-mutilation

emotions seeping out like radioactivity
ideas twisted, obscure, lacking creativity
infected by the evil I've strived to appease
anger bulging from the vaults of disease

I can't hold it anymore, my insides are imploding
(corrosive)
surviving with a fear you can taste, ugly and foreboding
(explosive)
cursing my body of scars physical and transparent
on the outside my torture is far from apparent

seeking a saviour, someone to eat away my flesh when it goes black
I'm sick, I'm dying, I just need to go back
to the origin of the despair that's tainted my whole existence
then maybe, just maybe, I can find happiness without any persistence.

*(alas, if only)

A dying sun descends upon the horizon
and a faint northern breeze prowls,
fields of ever-greens and poppies whisper
as in the distance a rogue wolf howls

a lone ray of golden light fades and rises
as the setting sun gradually goes down
and from within the caverns underneath
a shadowy creature ascends without a sound

humanoid in stature, coal dust and sweat
stained upon its soft grimy skin,
it's heart thumps and shudders erratically
from inside a chest concave and bone-thin

it feasts upon the crying eyes of children
and the ******* of pregnant mothers -
such does it become a mother itself
drawing upon the blood of its many unfortunate lovers

oh but she must find a surrogate
she must find a healthy womb
for the climate is harsh, her body hath perished
waters due to break, the contractions to start soon -

alas all the people flee her horrific presence
too weak to chase in her sorry state;
and as the pain rips open her putrid flesh
the trail of blood down her leg tells her it's too late

so she squats and pushes, pushes, pushes -
intense white lights blinding her eyes
she births her offspring dead
and collapses to her knees in a fit of anguished cries

caught unawares by the first ray of dawn
surrounded by her babies, the end hath finally come -

an earth-shattering scream piercing the diminishing night
as mother and children burn beneath the rising sun.

Surrounded by nothingness my tortured mind unwinds
I think of your face and my teeth grind
my sanity is shot, my patience is all but through
oh how I love it, oh how I'd love to have never met you

you took my ****** hand, shown me stained gold
you gave me a prize that I can never hold
you've scratched my surface, there's more I can give,
now I'm diseased, for lust is the only reason I live

like a butterfly trying to fly with charred wings
I flounder in self-pity amongst other pathetic things
I've lost my ego, my pride has all but gone
oh but trust me baby girl, you really haven't won

for you've opened up the lock to my narcissistic thoughts
a God within me that warps and distorts
the games you play, it's time you were the pawn
I'll rot your insides with pain, laugh as your soul lies torn

I'll inflict the damage you've done unto myself
I'll laugh as the addiction curdles your health
I'll fill your head with black bloated voices,
coded enigmas that were once the simplest of choices

your lips were only mine to take
you should've thought of that before you faked
you messed with a mind more twisted than your own
shot yourself in the foot, now your safety net's gone ~

*My pity.

You're the subject
of a certain sick interest,
a fascination of my mind
that I should undoubtedly detest;
one sin infested bullet
that's wandering and aimless -

and its in my dark dreams, I realise,
only the very shameless
part of me can fulfil this desire,
and to say that I wouldn't have you
is to say that I'm not a liar,

for the resistance I'm putting up
to your distraction,
to this warped sense of magnetism,
and overpowering attraction,
is growing shorter and shorter -

I should cut you away,

but as they say, blood is thicker than water.

Time does canter forth,
as inky blotches stain the ground -
violent panic whizzes and fizzes
within this wonderland now ceasing to astound

for the Rabbit was late
and Luck has fantastically fallen at the final hurdle -
the fragile hope that did keep me going
is now starting to throw-up and curdle

for despotic ink oozes from the sky
bleeding woes and pities into the barren sands,
as the sun shines on, the shock settles in,
I wipe away the tears with shaking hands

t-trying to ignore the screams (oh the cries!)
as my family burn within our flaming home -
with a slight flick of a match
everything I have ever loved has lit up and gone

five corpses of the familiarity to which I've been accustomed (smoking)
drowned out by the new stories forged -
amidst the loss Death lounges, burping and bloated,
satisfied by the life that has been gorged

("Oh my that was stunning! Now what next, toffee pie or treacle pudding?")

alas my mind shatters //-

-- // CLATTERS //-

eensy-weensy shards that a-pitter-patters

to the stale ground -
the howling wind tortured cries of the living
searching for the deceased that are never found.

I paint on my face a smile with gaunt eyes
let the thick black paint run as I then cry,
powerless, hopeful, juvenile and woeful
mouthing lyrics full of idolisation and little wonder

It wasn't what I'd confessed
intoxicated with *****, both cursed yet blessed
a Pariah of the teen age, from twisted adolescence reborn
weeping as pride lies at my feet soiled and torn

cross-dressing to impress the mirrors
using the inner freak to abstain my filthy measures
verging upon the cusp of a downward abyss
of severe mental health and nothingness

through smoke my vision's blurred
self respect depreciated and curdled
killing the strength that carried me through
looking at my reflection and thinking oh

you lil' wonder -
you lil' wonder, you

I was born with the sun shining upon my skin
I was born into a world saturated with sin
pestilence shone, through his void grinned
for the second I broke from the womb the sky above dimmed

birthed not from a mother but a sick man
my coming heralded an end, the age of apostasy began -
those I loved killed by the evil inside
cursed by a Devils backbone, there was no where to hide

[but inside their minds]

now I live with the beautiful people and their screeching cries
I avoid their clumpy fingers, their black empty eyes,
vying for flesh and choking upon lungs of rubber
floating with a ghastly gracefulness that makes the north wind shudder

[bullet wounds
gunshot holes -]

with the devil inside I know only fear
knowing nothing of love, my soul bedridden and queer -

[maggots and live thriving
between fleshy folds]

in the distance a woman cries, piercing the silence like a bell

surely that can't be -
surely that can't be the scent of *** I smell?

Alas 'twas only wishful thinking, my pretence playing unfair,
the beautiful people finally had prey and were stripping her bones bare -

ruthless, ecstatic, bodies twisted and vile
clutching strips of flesh only then did they laugh and smile.

Oh what a filthy man!
So vile and besotted,
he'll get at you in any way he can.

Quite simply put;
he's nothing but a ******* -
he'll ***** you right over
and he'll always have the last word.

And there's not a lot
that you can think or say,
that'll gain you the upper hand
or affect him in any way,

for his soul is writhing
with living **** -
******* on your sunlit parade
is his childish idea of fun,

fully immature in one respect,
but completely mature in another,
he'll play with anything
be it his wife,

or his own brother.

And, yeah, there's a thousand things
I can shout, swear or say -
but there's only one word
that can truly describe him in any way;

****.

A weary lone wanderer running on strength that's sprained
the survivor of a conflict that has left him drained
he walks the streets, paranoia bloating his skull
mentally exhausted, normal life mundane and dull,

reality after the fallout is twisted and pained
the questions that once seethed now die unanswered, unexplained
how could it happen, why should it, why is life so unfair?
Alas he walks the road surrounded by people that no longer care

there's no danger, for it perished when the Lord finally resolved
but the pollution in his mind still remains sick and unsolved
the past ripped apart his sanity, threatened his physical health
now he lives a lie, forever hating himself

for how is he supposed to accept what happened just 'did'
how am I supposed to now take back happiness and peace after they hid?

And when the rest of the world sleep their silent sleepy dreams
the lone wanderer cries to night and breaks at the seams.

She saunters down the catwalk
clad in a dress of the finest rose felt;
in the throes of her sheer brilliancy,
stages start to shimmer and the crowds begin to melt.

A raw uncut diamond, glinting,
stood out against a line of glamorised crows;
through the transparency of make-up,
her natural beauty still sparkles and shows.

Yes she's stunning, that's how she caught my eye -
but loving someone solely on looks
is like playing Russian roulette with a broken lie,

it was that little flutter in my chest
that made her the girl I eventually chose -

her beauty blooms from deep within,
a purity of such embellished upon the petals of a Rose.

Never in your life has a nightmare
been as **** as this -
the hag that had once repulsed you, now preens,
rubs her *******, blows you a kiss.

["Hiya sweetie..."]

Oh, she grins and giggles
removes her mouth and opens up a rotted carcass;
moth-eaten rags hanging off
her bony chest that's puerile and heartless,

dancing in pools of stagnating, coruscant blood,
stroking the tender fabric of your deepest frights -
arching her back, licking her lips,
she rips holes in her legs beneath sultry velvet tights,

******* clad, her old sagging skin
waxy and sick,
whacking her *** naughtily

[Slap! Slap!]

as she gives you a cheeky lil' wink -

#FLASH#

you're wide awake, stiff upright
sweaty and cold -
desperately trying to get to grips, but knowing

[too little, too late]

that to the darkness your soul is
forever sold.

I want to thank you friends, wanna thank you family
for burning my dreams, filling me with verbal dysentery
my thoughts never hated, I'd hoped you'd known
If I'd gotten my own way all the people would be gone

they said they wanted freedom, said they wanted hope
so using chloroform I choked
their pretty little mouths, ignorant to the pleas
desperate panic running down their knees

I'm the god of extortion, of twisted violence and distortion
a pathetic lie, a ******* let down
sat atop the throne of shattered dreams,
rusty nails and surgical wire my makeshift crown

falling in love with thy blackened abnormality
cauterizing the exposed wound of human morality

they say God loves you, say he's always there
I say God disgusts me, he never ******* cared -
pariahs of false dreams, society's preaching rejects,
building holy structures of false promise and respect

the antithesis to every moral you've been told
if God were alive I'd shoot him lifeless, bang bang, cold

oh yeah I'm the designer of death, the superstar of disdain,
killing in the name of love so others never feel my pain.

Roll up, there's another piece on sale
of rotted trendyness, in absence it prevails
sitting atop the throne of a plucky survivor
my mind useless, my body designer

I'm not a hero, I'm not a ***** - probably both
changing skin like fashion, both corrupt and gross -
oh do you like my hair, my bulging ****** excess?
I moisturised my face today with feaces and ground insects

eyes diamonds swamped in a pool of lies
followed by a scent of longing whilst inside swarms flies
thinking we know beauty, we ****** for fear others will take
but on the outside its easy to fabricate, to fake

I smell of roses today, oh yes I'm soo exquisite
killing in the name of love, juvenile and disgustingly delinquent
destroying myself to create a new persona I can own
but how can you have something that's already gone

one thousand suits I have with no happiness to show
I'll sell you a million, it's in desperation greed grows,
smiling sweetly as I descend into the land of sensual dreams
whilst inside my morality fits and screams

there's another piece on sale
no longer fashionable but frail
dragged from the tears of an unlucky survivor,
my mind's useless, my body bedazzling

*oh I'm designer!

Sunday hung-over mornings and golden glares
avoiding the dumb-hound dogs and their disapproving stares,
a bedside table lined with more coke than wood
a night-time of regrets, of differences of whether you would or should -

beware the dumb-hound dawgs
chewing upon fingernails rotten and curled
exhaling noxious fumes and Badrock
making everything see sense in a senseless world

they stole your pitiful cranium and filled it full of idolisation
jackhammering from high to low, like station to ******* station -
yes it was good, full of *** and blissful ignorance
but the harsh light of day brings addictions ruthless persistence

not in the full throes of its torrid grasp
yet you look at the half empty packets and ask
should you carry on clean even though it stings
or should you strangle your strength and clip it's wings?

For drugs don't love you, it's a one way relationship that spits
they'll leave you emaciated, broken, just like your mind that splits and fits -

those pesky dumb-hound dogs you loved oh so much last night

in a few broken years time you'll wish you'd never ever set sight.

Welcome to the Physical World
where everything black is found -
shattered buildings, broken bones
and bombs buried in the ground.

It's a world rife with clichés
and violence gone amiss -
smoke lines the horizon
as death puckers up its first kiss.

Flowers growing
in waterlogged tank tracks,
hundreds of poisoned children
their breath wrought with coughs and hacks,

bloodied crimson stains
the choked gravel that was once streets,
barbed steel walls and gates, blocking
where one nation to another meets.

Welcome to the Physical World
where the gods ignore our desperate pleas,

Welcome to this ****** nation,
that has fallen to its knees.

THE THIN WHITE JOKE -

A martyr to love you can hear his cries
killing the joke he's always despised

bruised, battered, bloodied, broken
dwelling in the void where hope is woven

here are we; oblivious, transparently caring
blind to the torture at which we're staring
fooling him again, injecting pleasure into his silly brain
you do nothing but smile as he grows insane

what is it I should feel now
loss, anger, sorrow?
Is it normal to feel this uncaring
fixated on starting again tomorrow?

Here am I
eyes flashing in fury but without thunder
hot bathwater rising up my face
ears blind to the world I slip under

nothing but the muffled beats of my heart,
at first she was interested
but in bitterness now we part -

the 12am chimes call shrill and loud
in the pale lover's abyss he can be found
a figment of my ego, he's cold, pallid in state
stealing innocence he twists and pulls and manipulates

dressing in suits and designer attire
luring any woman that takes the time to admire
ignorant to society, forging his own fashion
dangerously devoid of any emotion or passion

sick from the sleep deprivation
sick of waking up with eyes bloodshot red

he collects the souls of his many lovers
sipping at their lives as their bodies lie frozen dead.

- THE PALLID BADROCK LOVER -

It's cold and dark but he no longer cares
probably safe to say he no longer feels
the lights are turned down dim
no sound 'xcept the wheeze of the wind outside

the walls are bare, at emptiness he stares
you only realise what you've lost when it's gone
nothing but half drunk cocktails and *******
within his callous pale facade he hides

what's done is done, but never forgiven
he gave it all, all of what could be given
they spat it back, threw it all in his face
now here he rots in isolation suspended in disgrace

conniving vultures they tore him apart
ridicule upon ridicule lashed upon his heart
bought them diamonds, gold, anything a woman could ever need
rather than love they acted out of jealousy and greed

---

once there were birds that sang at the start of every morn
right outside his bedroom window
oh how he regrets their sudden passing
their joyful tweets made this world seem so kind

now he wakes with a head crippled, a face tightly drawn
hunger being that of gnawing addiction
caring for nothing but the *Caviar and it's forbidden magic
helping him leave all the pain behind

guided like a train to its next station
total self-destruction his only destination

languishing in drugs, *******-out ***
that it was all his fault I guess
the Pallid Badrock Lover will never accept.

- THE FINAL STATION -

There he sat at the Grand Piano smoking a joint
eyes eclectic blue, narrowed to a point
a lover in season, expressing attraction in rays
woman after woman falling under his gaze

[Oh here are we, transparently caring]

shirt casually unbuttoned, chest bare, white
radiating beneath his own spotlight,
thinking he's adorable, pledging their hearts to him
with the grace of an Angel he takes them in

[ignorant to the torture at which we're staring]

a masochistic shark of society devoid of a fin
addled with ******* and getting under everyone's skin -
cutting with words sharp as razors
thanking the Lord and his many ******* saviours

hammering away at the keys he sings a song of pure devotion
whilst sorely lacking in any physiological emotion
failing to see beyond this act, succumbing to all he may ask
it's only when the drugs ran out did he accidentally drop his mask

only a quick slip but a slip was enough
the smooth facade suddenly becoming corrosive and rough

backing up from the devilish contempt that had flickered through his eyes

the crowd around him exploded in startled cries

a thin white joke he cares for nobody but himself

forever dwindling into the abyss of eternal ill-health

with a crashing bang he threw his glass to the floor
erupting with anger in a blistering roar

reaching
chasing
hands clenched into fists

laughing in the face of death he blows it a kiss

["ARGH!"]

falling to the floor

clutching his chest -

heart suddenly stopping dead and, well,

I suppose you can guess the rest.

*RIP

Inside roosts a rose of the purest arsenic,
and fanged teeth that prey upon the beating heart -
liquored venom that curses any skin with lesions,
completely devoid of mercy, it rips both flesh and bone apart.

With tendrils climbing the chasms of its velvet walls,
and thorns that would puncture thy lungs -
it's hunger devours the cytoplasm of living cells
it's saliva insidious poison that forever runs.

Only did it open when I spilt my blood onto its hellish fibres,
rejoicing with a tune from a voice that was beyond broken -
with a SNAP! And an almighty CRACK!
Did its demonic jaws spring wide open.

And there, lying in the decaying rotten core,
was no gold but a circular nest of poised stingers,
guarding this devil spawns horrific treasure;

one chest of nine severed fingers.

I add insult to injury and bleed into the glass
O2 reserve blinks on, the time to turn back passed,
stuck in this metal shell of stale air and sweat
protein packs and old newspapers the only luxuries I get

["Sir... we've lost contact with Nova 2-"
"What?! We'll bring her back if it's the last thing we do."]

I light a cigarette, let the smoke linger,
flinch as the stub burns down to my finger -
the idiots said there was nothin' to fear,
said there was absolutely no chance I would ever get stuck out here

So why have the engines stopped, dead silent and dry?
Transmission's dead, no one to hear me cry -

the stars around light my troubled, ecstatic, nightmares
as polarised glass shields me from a sun that arrogantly stares

[720 degrees and counting
various alarms at home screaming, shouting]

it's fat, it's bulbous, from violence born and bred
the heat sears and it's not long before these walls start glowing red,
water near gone, papers reduced to ashes
outside something gives way and crashes

---//-/--

surprised to be alive, well my heart still beats, if you can call that living
I'm down to the last cigarette, the protein vendor's stopped giving,
lighter's broke, along with most stuff inside,
but I can still light it using the heat from outside

[at home they try using sonar, think the problem's sorted -
argh but the ship's stationery- no longer in orbit!]

I hope they find me soon, y-yeah 'course they will

surviving has always been my best skill

--///-////--

but my skin has blistered, eyes near closed
it's boiling but somehow most of my body's froze -
finally the exhaustion kicks in, biting --//-
the puny drive to live    fighting

[through evaporating tears]

breathing by instinct

mind growing more  and more   distant

smoke lulling, so sweet

'spose it-

[YAWN]

it won't hurt to have     have just a little        sleep -//----/

Eyes as cold as a November's breeze
calculating smile bloated from fame,
his words forge their own meanings
from a tongue barbed and born to inflict pain

over-inflated and bulbous
his self-loving ego is
from within drug fuelled stardom
does his black desire fizz

extroverted and deadly upon recognition
he hides his sinister within songs,
his guitar rules upon the spotlight
whilst his morals in a ****** game of tongues

hookers and dealers saved on speed dial
never would you guess this is a creature from space,
he fell to earth seeking sanctuary
but all he found was pain, war and disgrace - - -

"These creatures are all barbaric,
their love of sensual intimacy coy
Alas I know I really shouldn't,
but of their lifestyle I'm starting to enjoy."

his ship has crumbled to ashes
his hair faded from gold to grey,
this world is like a pack of wolves surrounding him
to a god he knows doesn't exist he prays -

on the first day he learnt to love, cherish our beauty and respect,

on the second day he discovered sin, alcohol, drugs and ***

on the third day he learnt nothing's everlasting, that what you've made must become undone

on the fourth day the haze shifted

he missed his family

oh he missed his home - - -

"The non-existent angels sing
I beg of them to guide me home,
but my ship's burnt, my virginity dead -
#sob#
oh baby what have I become?!"

now he sings songs streaked with cosmic grandeur
to crowds of pathetic earthlings living their dreams
they all love his plastic voice, his hip-swagger and jive
but none really know what the lyrics mean

oh they all think he's amazing, invincible, timeless,
but the truth is far far from their sight,

for when the night sky clears, he sits
and cries for his baby on some planet lost in the night.

I think I'm gonna buy myself a bomb
to destroy this blasé mirage,
with a mortuaries brush and a bullet
I'll paint myself in blood to camouflage

the scars of belief etched upon
my scowling, juvenile face
a brainwashed idiocratic believer
following the languishing entity far up in space -

conscience ridden with bruises and hickies
flesh burns, prickles and stings
I'm merely a pawn, deluded with disdain,
one of thy lord's pathetic playthings

I don't need no one, anyone,
I'm the sole writer of my fate
the world will crumble 'neath my feet
as the Angels weep at it's sorry state

I'll **** the blood from life's
bare, fresh-skinned neck
piercing jugulars, cavorting with insanity
pulling continuous jokers from within my deck

and then you know what I'll do next?
As I push myself to the crowd's fore?
I'll active the dynamite strapped to my chest
and blow my writhing guts all over the floor -

Oh

I think I'm gonna buy myself a bomb,
hide the detonator in the waistband just above my hip,
then I'm gonna board a flight to America
and pay tribute to the despotic ruler I worship.

You're a thousand miles from heaven
and a million years amidst the stars,
from the world, there's a difference within you
yet I still can't figure out who you are -

with every dragging step I take
and every blast that peppers me with flak,
it seems that the only love I gave
drew you out of the blue, and into the black.

I still see your satin body sheening
fresh out of the shower and fair,
little droplets of water, glittering
like minuscule diamonds in your hair.

But beneath that flame kissed skin
I pierced your chest, tainted your heart -
I'm sorry dear, but my sins
would've always offset our love, even from the very start.

And that is why I'm here
to say sorry, apologise for everything that I've done;
it seems from this distant, confused predicament,
there's no easy place neither of us can run.

But no matter what happens next
or if you choose to hurt me, like I did you,
I'd understand completely, because after all
you can't love someone, if that love is untrue.

Caught in the wind my fear plays unfair
in the eye of the storm at loneliness I stare,
a fool to suffer her divine incense
love verging unto predatory, albeit an offence

they say blood is thick, in clumps it runs
I see her flesh and so trepidation hums
her soul white, untainted, pristine and plain
doused black and sticky, sordid cravings to blame

beauty giving birth to an ******
quivers in my stomach I can't resist, or fathom
a vampyre in love battling it's thirst -

to be heart-broke and desperate it seems I'm forever cursed.

There's two sugar dumplings
called Tate and Lyle -
one just frowns
at the other's queer smile,

for Tate is different
to the rest of the sugar pack;
he harbours an overbearing weight,
an abnormal secret strapped to his back.

He's attracted, not to women,
but to tender men -
an odd manifestation within
that yearns again, and again.

O' sadistic Lyle knew this of course
and so was furious to the core -
for the little sugar brat
nursed a bleeding heart, broken and sore,

and as the pendulums of time
did eventually sway,
Lyle allowed his own brother
to be taken on a spoon, up up and away -

down into a boiling furnace of tea,
alas 'twas sallow anger,
not guilt, that Lyle felt,

his crystals of sugar bristling,
as he watched his younger sibling drown and melt.

Uncouthly, the freeze of late-february did start to wane,
and from the canals that run through the city of Manchester
mists slowly arose, along with degrading auras of heavy disdain.

As pubs and nightclubs alike
shuttered up and locked down upon the cusp of early morn,
slimy creatures slowly ascended, treading the shadows of the streets for easy prey to ****** before the oncoming dawn,

stray felines and dogs, the most common of their foods,
thy amphibious monstrosities leaving behind nothing but bones -
and upon the second night after, their hunger sought more,

so they snuck into unknowing buildings and stole children from their homes.

Now what happened on that morning after was most queer;
these children were not found dead nor reduced to corpses, but in the strangest of places -

standing upon the edge of the canal's miasmic bank,

untouched 'xcept for the stretch of skin that now covers their faces.

I gathered up my thoughts, and
gazed upon the waters of reflection,
serendipity shimmered cross its surface
I gasp, struck by the beauty of its perfection

transfixed on the little ripples and rivulets
splishing, splashing and weaving
clouds did gather above, the rain began to fall,
I sunk to my knees unawares I was bleeding

vision blurred with tears,
head swollen and aching from the cold,
I awoke this morning with no aim, but a destination,
and down this valley lane I strolled

I can no longer cook for myself, nor wash
and my hair has all but gone
some days it's as if nothing's happened
and others I know not my name nor where I'm from

my wife is long dead, my only grandchild, waits
ah, greed was always a perpetual enchanter -

alas none of this matters when you hear

"I'm sorry to say, sir, it is terminal pancreatic cancer."

And now gazing across the dewy grass
to the opposite side of the lake,
I reminisce the good times, the simple highlights
of this beautiful life Death will eventually take,

stone-cold realisation setting in for the last time
that soon I'll be gone, I know by the blood

tick tock Death, please don't be late,

I'm ready to be reunited with my Love.

I've got this feeling in my bones
it makes my eyes wiggle and it makes my lungs shake -
I've got this nuance inside my body, oh
it makes my voice giggle, oh baby put on the brakes

I said ah, don't shoot -

I said yes, darlin' let's dance to the roof

Oh!

I've got this tingle deep on my insides
the music jives and it makes my **** sway
oh baby let me take you to the vertigo hillside
of brash disillusionment, I'll take you all the way -

I said ah, no don't shoot
I said yes yes darlin' let's dance to the roof

Oh!

I've got this excitement deep in my body
you thrash your hips, you tease and you pray
you beg the God of my fascist inner core
pouting those lips, hoping under the stars I'll take you away

asking questions we know the answers to
what is love, hah who really cares
I've got this snazzy feeling inside I just can't hide, oh
take off those heels and follow me up the stairs!

I am the god of nothing

I am the Lord of lies

I have fallen from my grace

to the very thing that I despise

whatever's good is broken

I don't really care

for when the inferno does erupt

I simply won't be there

Did you mistake my face for friendliness

Sorry but it doesn't exist

for I've rose up from the stagnating cesspit
within in which we continue to persist

I reward nothing with loyalty
I'll take and use and choose

fallen stars, broken hearts -
nothing to me but a bruise

For I am the righteous

I am the whole story

I am favored by nobody, inside grotesque and gory

I am the air you breathe, the dust upon your seats,

I am the Pale God

so get down upon your knees

The best kept secret is the fact you've never known
I've suffocated the truth but like a disease it's grown,
you're the only thing that's kept me going, but my love's taken,
tied to something that's not true and I'm breaking

funny, caring, eyes that laugh and shine
heart aching because I know you'll never be mine,
an evening star, sweet sweet beauty in everything you do,
never truly knowing how happy I am when I see you

inside I'm rotting, subjugated by my own poisonous ego
caring for what's best for me, an alien not to this world but freedom,
wallowing in self-pity and alcoholic drinks, for
some reason I've found I actually care what you think -

what is love and why do we really need it?
The greatest drug of all, romantic junkies always looking for a bigger hit,
I'm sure you'll find someone and I wish you both good luck and good health -
but please please know I still wish I could've done something else.

Make your way on over
don't need to bring nothin'
apart from your best clothes -
I'll work away your worries,
breathe away your woes.

It wasn't what I confessed,
god looks upon me
but I'm far from being blessed.
My heads in a spin,
fingers jiving and jigging
my mind focusing on your soft chin.

Blue eyed monster,
black hair chasing down your back
body to die for,
my heart beating
like a race-horse on a track.

You're chemical treasure
You're tainted but ****,
I'm a Lykos for pleasure
show us your prize
and I'll show you mine.

Blood-red lips, sleek, unmissable
soft pale skin
so smooth, so kissable.

Make your way on over -
I'm a Lykos for pleasure,
a predator for treasure,
and a hungry wolf in full fledged measure.