Through the paralyses desert
We walk. Dodging kings and cobras
Rattling snakes and all the foul beasts,
That thrive in this hellish waste.
Ecstasy from the mannerisms of less worthy beings.
Who are they to decide what an individual’s
Strengths and weakness are!
Mind ones tongue when speaking to,
Satan’s hood.
Chilling grasps of a hot dark angel’s face
Hold me to earth at even the highest
Of gravitating peaks.
Eroded rocks once mountains, now pave our
Unseen roads lost in decaying,
Concrete and steal jungles made by the men
They ****. Unworthy are any of us
To describe ourselves for never knowing
Who were, only what we could have been.

My hearts bleeding

Grasping the last threads

Of my life

My fingers erode

Skin drying to leather

My time is nigh

To you I gasp,

Goodbye

Cold dead grasp of a
decaying zombie witch.
Harlot in youth, grows to a
Dead diseased *****.
Green teeth protrude from
Dead black gums,
Infected festering flesh
Swollen with old blood.
Run Run Run, until your bones bleed
Crash to your knees, listen for the horde.
Wait to be ripped to bone.
Enjoy the silence, no need to scream.
Rotting nostrils flare stripped of skin.
Red eyes filled with blood stained pus.
Yellow nails, packed with dirt
Open sores, rash ridden pores,
Leaking viscose fluid.
Reeking with filth
Foot steps quake the ground
Their scent fills the air
Your caught in their stare.
The devil rings the bell
Thirteen ‘o’ clock,
Your trapped in the,
Cold dead grasp of a
Decaying zombie witch.

Caught in your trance
Lost in your stride
Trapped by the beauty of
Your nylon skin
Thighs to eyes
Both  mesmerize me
Your unknown passion
Encompassing force me in such  
An relentless state of bliss
No escape from these emotions
Of joy, no exit wanted

Finally I have reached my goal

I have trapped my poor old soul.

Down we go, storming the hot gates,

Of smoldering hell.

Like a beasts jaws, clinching your throat.

Into a land where God himself , looks away.

We feel the heat

And yet we charge until our hide tears.

Just to watch kin die.

To **** the coveted

Heretics all, we rot in the ground.

While our soul lives in hell.

Look at us pseudo clever race of ignorance,
Addicted to entertainment our only common
Pleasure filled pain. We will fight to maintain
An uncomfortable satisfying false reality
A reality where we all are individuals controlled by
Another uncontrolled individual.
Through a maze of tunnels lies the mystic wastes
Smoke filled shanties makeshift villages and,
Dim lit ***** dens
The marijuana plants in the basement
Grow into the hard wood floors of the cigar rooms
Of an ancient aristocrat mansion
No infested with the ***** demons of the wasteland
Goats amongst sheep, the bring rolled joys
To dying black hearts of the innocent sinful
Humans in our civilized chaos.
Renaming our creators for the simple bliss of renaming a unnamed
Uncreated creator.

Rain this hell down on me
Bring the fire up to the world
Feel the heat, taste the flame
This is how it feels,
To sense the end of the world.
Here we are, the start of the war to end it all
Hold your breathe
You would hate to miss the fall
Beauty in the, presence of chaos
Trap your fear in the pit of your gut
Flip the switch, fuel of emotion
Feel the fear die in your chest
The sky bleeds red, through black clouds
Armies of hell face the will of man
Tested by time, feel the might of the beast
Howls of battle fill the air,
Warriors cry out
Minds lost in the terrors of war
This is the life
Of the dead.