life is peace like death.
emboldened by spurs we
charge
ever more gloriously
towards destruction.
catch me in
my descent into savagery.
an aching hunger
gnaws
in each of us
mistrusted by evolution.
proven friend to humans;
the accident of nature.
life is peace like death.

life is peace like death.
emboldened by spurs we
charge
ever more gloriously
towards destruction.
catch me in
my descent into savagery.
an aching hunger
gnaws
in each of us
mistrusted by evolution.
proven friend to humans;
the accident of nature.
life is peace like death.

sick and ruinous are the acts of your past.
you will always lose.
you will always be trampled underfoot.
the moment you think everything is grand
is when it will collapse
and you will be crushed to death under the weight.
always be paranoid,
never speak in anger.
every moment you are writing your own ****** up future.

Everybody is elbows and knees,
On a planet of beauty and warmth
A race of ugly grows which has none of these.
Elbows & knees, bent back and forming
At the shoulders and hips,
splayed out and thrashing violently.
you can't open doors for these dickers
You can't walk around them,
They can't see because instead of eyes
They have hideous orbs of filth that only
See hate and
X ray straight through your wife's clothes
They have no noses. Those have been cut off at the bridge.
They have mouths. Plenty of that. Their tongues are two sizes too big
And no cheeks
So when they chew their food you can
see it a mile away
And hear it for ten
Disgusting muchings and crunchings
drooling and bleeding because
They've been doing nothing but mashing their
Tongues with their huge pure white, flat teeth
huge throats which scream instead of speak
So loud you can't hear yourself think
Fuckfyckfuxkdhdjcdjxjdhdhdiswjdvdhdo
I hate people

you took parts of me
and parts of the world,
and sewed them into a shawl with
a needle and thread of music.
i breathed garbage as you took the mist thin
amalgam of bliss and wrapped
it around your,
shoulders
held tight
soft folds spilling down
forming around your sloping curves
gently, with your practiced
grace and poise,
white legs tangled in the fabric, pulled high
to reveal all and nothing,
draped over knees,
cascading from porcelain arms.
a drop of dew gathers at the blade of grass
and
drips.
kept pure and clean,
not a bare stitch.
tucked into a
box and under your bed
never to be worn
again.

Believe it or not
I actually feel worse now
Than I did before I got taken to
The b ward.
I came out feeling like
A new man, full of hope and love
Now I'm more depressed than I ever
Have been.
That edge seems do much closer
Now that I know where
it
Is.
Emotional and physical
pain are the same.
I hate it and I don't
know what to do
I don't want to do anything
I don't want to be.
I think it has
Something to do
with the medicine
They prescribed me,
But
It doesn't matter.
Nothing does.

The universe
Plays a sick game with
Its occupants.
Dumping salubrious suffering
In droves
And igniting climactic pleasures
In the same breath.
Through death we are
Reborn
In life how we
Decay.
The interweaved oblivion
Of our united souls
dwells fierce.
with a touch we are destroyed.
In losing friends one makes
Them too.
Even if its just yourself.
your horrible worthless
Digested detestable selves
Always there for me.
Livid diatribes.
Loveins and loveless.
That sinking feeling
when you're born.
What a life its been.
there are those in your
World
That would do great things for you.
People are the blood in
the universe
It doesn't torture us
It bleeds its crazed idiot blood
When we bleed.
it merely takes solace in the fact that
Fear and courage are not so different.
It relies on the fact that
You
Exist.
Peace, my brothers,
I live a life of losing friends
I do this with tenacity.
Whats my score?