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Mar 2014 · 937
I Can't be Held Responsible
Nathan Squiers Mar 2014
Oh, I can't be held responsible,
For all the veins I've robbed!
It's just that I'm insatiable,
And lord knows this world is mobbed!

No, I won't be held responsible,
For all the pain I've caused.
Look at what I have to work with!
You're not the only one who's lost!

I won't take all the blame!
I won't bear all the shame!
I'll take my share with love-and-care,
And nail it to my name!

Just mutilate my life's portrait—
Just **** in my cosmic pool!—
But when, in Hell, our paths do cross,
Just know that you're the tool!
These are song lyrics that are woven into a nightclub scene in a cross-over novella, "Crimson Metal" (wherein the main character from my Crimson Shadow series meets the main characters from my Death Metal books). This piece can be found on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Metal-Shadow-Death-ebook/dp/B00IGF37AG/
Mar 2014 · 952
She's Coming...
Nathan Squiers Mar 2014
Her eyes are dying embers...
Her skin's cracked porcelain...
Her soul's a spring; she's coiled tight...
Oh! Where do I begin?

She's dying from the surface-in,
But there's a danger lurking there--
Betwixt the hunks of rotting meat;
Beneath the mounds of matted hair.

Her hands are crooked razors...
Her ******* are melted wax...
Her womb will bear only darkness now...
But her heart holds out for more attacks.

Her spine's a fuse in dynamite...
Her bones are all but dust...
But there's still malice in her mind;
A mind that's caked in rust...

She's decaying from the outside-in,
But there's a monster 'neath the husk.
A being built of horrid things;
Of claw and hoof and tusk.

Her voice is winter windstorms...
She draws in her toxic breath...
Her muscles crack like autumn leaves...
She is a sight of withered death.

She'll score your flesh with talons...
She'll strip you of your flesh...
She'll bottle up your insides,
In an attempt to keep them fresh.

She's a curse that comes from inside-out,
A plague that yearns to maim.
A rage that yields to only one,
But no one knows their name...
Mar 2014 · 887
She Dances
Nathan Squiers Mar 2014
She dances on the rooftops.
The tar and cobblestone: her truest stage.
She'll never fail her public; the stars gaze with adoration,
And dance for them until the curtain calls.

She dances on the rooftops,
The ledges drawing near.
The storm clouds utter their applause.
The crescendo drives her on.

She dances on the rooftops,
Wielding a pistol and her pills.
The sky demands she take a bow,
Before the pavement-curtain falls.
Feb 2014 · 715
All my Disguises
Nathan Squiers Feb 2014
I watch the world turn; it turns to night--
My masks wear burns; I scorn the fight--
Night bleeds and away it dies.
Then day's reborn with a rebuilt disguise.

I watch the skies go red through dreary eyes,
My flesh feels fake from all the lies.
Dusk creeps in and peels to truth,
And I take to the night with jagged tooth.

There's little left to pray or beg for,
Not when your face is not your own.
There's little hope when you're their *****,
Not when your skin's gone cold as stone.

I watch the clouds burn in crimson skies;
My real self trembles behind my eyes.
I'm left as less a man, though more a god;
One who, though so perfect, is so flawed.
Feb 2014 · 1.4k
A Night Upon the Wharf
Nathan Squiers Feb 2014
She left me on the wharf
To follow unseen tracks.
Creaky planks and rusted nails
All told me to go back.

"The Lighthouse you see is meant for you.
Come here, young man; come here.
We call to many, this be true,
And the time has come again."

I hadn't nerve enough to ask
How they knew of my plight.
She'd left me on the wharf,
and it didn't seem quite right...

"How do you know my troubles, folk,
How have you come to know my shame?
Since I've been left I barely spoke;
I've uttered but her name..."

"The name you speak is who we serve.
We're all of us unique.
Like us you're dealt not what's deserved,
But all we do is speak.

She sends many to our cold embrace.
Young man, she does this to ease her thirst.
She weave herself through time and space;
You haven't been her first.

We can't tell you that you don't belong,
You're here because you do!
We all of us--the weak and strong,
All walked the wharf like you!"

She left me on the wharf that night;
Left to dwell upon my pangs.
Her vision serves our only sight,
As new victims find her fangs...
Feb 2014 · 2.2k
Rage
Nathan Squiers Feb 2014
There it is--rage!--knocking at your door!
Let it in--rage!--and then hit the floor!
It's here now--rage!--forevermore!
There will be rage dwelling in your core!

Rage! Because they don't care anymore!
Rage! Because to the world you're just a *****!
Rage! Because there's misery galore!
Rage! Because you'll be forced to ask for more!
Was given a challenge by a buddy to work an ongoing word/theme into a poem with an ongoing AA rhyme scheme that didn't rely on the word/theme (I chose the "-ore" rhyme because it felt like the furthest sound from "rage").
Feb 2014 · 332
Any Like You
Nathan Squiers Feb 2014
There will never be any like you,
Who can do to me what you can do.
I'm sure of this, Miss,
With your crippling kiss,
Which is why I'll put an end to you, too.
Feb 2014 · 1.5k
An Intimate Encounter
Nathan Squiers Feb 2014
A grunt-fueled ******--the initial plunge--
Sinks the length in to the hilt.
A startled cry.
A breathy groan.
And not a single ounce of guilt.

A pleasured quake travels up my spine,
As I sink it in again.
She twists and writhes;
Contorts and sighs.
This is my moment of Zen.

She whimpers now! She's almost there!
And the wetness begins to pool.
I touch my lips onto her own,
Then wipe away the drool.

Her eyes go crossed; a drawn-out sigh,
And she lets out her final breath.
My ****** strikes as I withdraw the knife;
Drinking in ******* death.
Jan 2014 · 564
The Human Reign
Nathan Squiers Jan 2014
We drift along on broken math,
Guided by a razor's path,
Into heightened stages of personal lows.

We force half-cocked purpose--
Self-proclaimed surplus--
Into the crusted womb of eternal truth.

We lace love with hatred,
Defend that "It's what they did,"
And use this logic to do it all again.

We wear electric faces,
Succumb to a digital stasis,
And let binary become our very blood.

But rest assured we care!
We shall combat despair,
As soon as our erections have gone soft.

We detest the rest--
******, WE'RE the best!--
But genuine success is just too hard.

We shall commit to change.
It just need be arranged,
Around our favorite television shows.

And so it goes, though no one knows,
Into the record books:
The reign of man--a pain to stand--
Just a dynasty of schnooks!
Jan 2014 · 585
PALE ANTHEM
Nathan Squiers Jan 2014
A half-filled cup,
What do you see?
A horrid life?
Or serenity?

Now what if some cruel ******,
Came and drank the rest?
Can you still find the good inside?
Does it even exist?

And this is the mindset,
That we teach our young:
Enjoy all the potential,
Before it is all gone.

And all the laughter we once knew,
Has become a painful sin.
All that's left is all the tears,
That we fight to keep within.

And so we take that empty glass
And smash it on the floor.
We let the shards into our lives,
So we can finally feel once more.

Fight for the right to live!
Fight for the right to laugh!
And when someone gets in your way,
Empty their ******* glass!
These are song lyrics that I wrote for my award-winning novel, "Curtain Call: A Death Metal Novel"
Jan 2014 · 3.6k
Hold God for Ransom
Nathan Squiers Jan 2014
They say their souls are saved,
That they've been blessed 'cuz they give praise.
Oh!
Their dreams all seem so handsome,
But we're holding their God for ransom.

They will send negotiators,
Protesters and lippy haters.
Oh!
It will be so grand, son!
'Cuz we're holding their God for ransom.

We'll hold back their End of Days,
As long as they abhor the gays.
Yes, we'll deny eternal bliss,
If they can't ditch their prejudice.
To condemn then throw a tantrum?
THIS is why we hold God for ransom!
'Cuz it's about time the deity haters hide behind starts answering for their crimes.
Jan 2014 · 960
The Frozen Chosen
Nathan Squiers Jan 2014
The frigid air catches in my aching lungs,
Catching in my throat much like it did that night.
The fate of those who fell was determined by their lies;
I'd strike them down again were it not for their stilled tongues.
And through all the contempt, I'm in no way contrite;
Despite all the spite, I dispose those I despise!

The frigid air slows the blood in my veins;
Muddy and murky like the stream beside the glen.
That glorious site where I buried all they'd hope to be,
Because brutality breeds more until nothing remains.
Honestly I can say I'm the happiest I've ever been,
The pious peons I put down: a delicious catastrophe.

The frigid air burns my blood-stained lips,
As my wind-chapped cheeks tug with vicious grin.
Recalling the frozen chosen who would be my one true reason,
I cast my gaze upon the sky, taking in the splendor of the eclipse.
It's true, what they say, about all of Summer breeding sin,
But in my frozen wasteland, I can't blame the season.
Jan 2014 · 881
DROWNED EYES
Nathan Squiers Jan 2014
I’m baptized in my tears as your hands keep us apart,
And through the rippled divider I still succumb to your force.
But this is hardly how we start…
We’re so distant from the source…
The ache in my lungs has begun to match what you've been doing to my heart.
The salty waves of separation have begun their frigid course.

Your expression looks so gleeful,
As your fingers find my throat.
Your rapture reached its ******,
As your rage keeps you afloat.
I can see your life-force growing,
As my frozen body dies.
I can see you becoming me…
Through my drowned eyes.
Lyrics for the upcoming sequel to my Death Metal novel
Dec 2013 · 938
My Inner Demons
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
I reach behind my eyelids,
And tear my demons free.
I demand from them the answers--
Just what is it that makes me me?

"We don't create your Karma,"
"We know not of your cause,"
"We haven't built you--blood nor bone,"
"We don't define your flaws,"

"You are who you've decided--
Structured from your strife;
Erected by your actions--
These are what count in life."

"We cannot claim to who you are,
We dwell solely where we're grown.
It's only because you let us in,
That we call your heart our home."

And so, with eyelids opened wide,
I could gaze deep within my soul.
I found no ghouls or goblins,
It was only I who held control.

I welcomed back my demons,
Seeing no fault in their claws.
It was not they who bred the dark within,
It was my own dark that gave them cause.
Dec 2013 · 670
Blue and Hollow
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
There were times when I forced myself to rise--
To climb above the torment and turmoil in your eyes--
Only to see that soaring was the worst thing I could do,
And I was forced to try to find the truth beyond the lies.

There were times when I had hoped we could begin anew;
I'd pray and bide both time and mind that was something we could do.
But the torment and the turmoil became a tough act to follow,
And I was forced to cast aside all dreams of the untrue.

You dropped me when I needed you.
My skin chipped and fell away.
All my weakness flaked aside.
And only strength was left to stay.

Now you're beneath the hammer.
Now you're under the knife.
Now I'm your source of chaos.
Now I'm your source of strife.

Though you might find my purposes difficult to swallow,
I assure you with all I have become that what I say is true.
And when you fall don't wait for me to follow.
You'll come to find that--unlike me--inside you're blue and hollow.
Dec 2013 · 479
I Remember...
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
Your death’s still fresh!
Like a newborn,
Everyday
Emerging into my mind!
Blossoming!
Forever here to stay!

Recollections of your ******—
Oh! What a blessed time!—
Keep me warm at night
As I relive that treasured crime!

Memories of that moment;
Of your long awaited demise
Always are a part of me,
And replay in my eyes.

I remember how you cried.
I remember all your screams.
I remember when you died.
I relive it in my dreams.

You twisted ******* *******
I hope you rot in Hell.
And when I die and descend
I’ll torture you as well!

I am what you made of me.
You were the birth of your own death.
And the monster that I’ve become
Was born of your last breath.
This is one of the songs I wrote to accompany "Curtain Call: A Death Metal Novel" (now available on Amazon). This was the first novel I'd written that incorporated any sort of poetry/poetic attempts, and though the narrative (nearly 80,000-words) took only five weeks to write, the songs (each less than a page in length and totaling to about 25 different "tracks") took a torturous three weeks.

I gained a whole new degree of respect for song writers with this project.
Dec 2013 · 557
Lost and Found
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
Winding!
Weaving!
A whirlwind of a world!

To be one,
Then the other.
Both…
But Neither.

Fang and nail;
Tooth and  claw.
The constant pain of the exchange.
Fur and flesh;
Grunt and growl.
But worth it all the same

A wolf in sheep’s clothing,
With malice in his grin.
A bone-deep bane.

Horror… Terror

When Beauty
Is
The beast!

Know thyself: a monster…
Dec 2013 · 452
WTF...
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
There once was a man who did cry,
While screaming “She’s dead!” at the sky.
And while it was day,
It would appear that way.
But with the coming of night he would die.
This is what happens when I overhear some teenagers changing "There once was a man from Nantucket" while I'm working on my novel...
Dec 2013 · 613
Undead Romance
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
Ivory seeks ruby,
Scarlet finds porcelain.
A dark curtain enshrouds,
As a bright light beckons.

Her stained lips quiver,
A kiss of death for an eternal life.
His glassy eyes flutter,
And all he can see is her.

She’s lost in her love.
Her passion: undying.
She takes from him everything…
While offering more.

He slips from her arms,
And into dark dreams.
And a ****** tear trails,
Down his sated lover’s cheek.
Dec 2013 · 433
Tears Within Your Eyes
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
The agony of loss is more than you can bear,
And it grows harder to disguise
That what once brought joy is no longer there.
And there are tears within your eyes.

It’s hard to see a future through vision hazed by pain.
It’s hard to find the truth when all you hear are lies.
It’s hard to see the sunlight when all you find is rain.
It’s hard to see you’re not alone when there are tears within your eyes.

Though the flesh is fleeting, the memory strives on.
You hold their memory in your heart, and true love never dies.
It is with through immense power that they’re never truly gone.
But, though this truth may ring true, there are still tears within your eyes.

The agony of loss makes it hard to heed the word
And though your tear-filled gaze hides the truths,
That our tear-filled eyes are just as blurred.
So, through the hurt of our lost youths,
Find solace that your pain
Is not yours to shoulder alone,
And the world will become clear again.
This piece was written for a charity anthology that would go on to benefit the families of those impacted by the Newtown Elementary School shooting.
Dec 2013 · 433
Vertical Descent
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
Tis the hour when They creep—
Humming tortured lullabies—
Every night, before you sleep,
You should offer your goodbyes.

Leaving fervent trails of death
In every moment you draw breath.
Viral: in a Hellish way.
Eager to feed off your decay.

I** know that you can’t see Them now;
Not where you are, anyhow…

You mustn’t let Them see you know,
Or nothing will be left, you see.
Under shadows They will wait;
Readying Their final blow.

Never let Them eat your eyes!
I’ve seen what use They have for those!
Granted, They are good with lies;
Holding you within Their throes.
Though this is true, you must resist—
Must not give them up, my son—
As, though you may be on Their list,
Rarely is there only one!
Even if the nightmare dies,
Some will remain to find your eyes.
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
To all the fractured nobodies of all my shattered yesterdays,
I'll shed my tears and offer blood from wounds I've yet to wear.
And though they bore into my soul in such excruciating ways,
It was the hurt they offered me that made me shift my gaze.

But are the weapons that I wield really mine to bear,
Or just another borrowed gift I cling to in a haze?
Surely they won't work against the ghosts I've come to share,
But those from my shattered yesterdays cannot be made to care...
Dec 2013 · 1.9k
The Shadow Realm
Nathan Squiers Dec 2013
We welcome you to the Shadow Realm,
Where we’ll show you how to feel.
So say fare-thee-well to all your flesh,
There’s those who like to peel!

We’ve seen the holy sin.
We’ve seen the just descend.
We killed in the beginning,
And we shall **** until the end!

Welcome to the Shadow place,
Where not one wound will heal.
It’s not your soul we’re after,
It’s the rest of you we’ll steal!

We bathe in blood and tears.
We relish in your pain.
We’re aroused by all your horrid fears.
Your madness keeps us sane.

Welcome to the Shadow Realm,
To where you’ll come to rest.
We ask that you have a heart,
So we can rip it from your chest!

We’ve made strong men crumble.
We’ve made fighters fall.
We’ve made runners stumble.
We’ve done it all.

Welcome to the Shadow Realm,
Where none have dared to tread.
Our roads are paved with polished bones,
And adorned with severed heads.

We cackle at your torture.
We chortle at your grief.
We caress your insides with our tongues,
And feast upon your teeth.

Welcome to the Shadow Realm,
Where we **** your every joy.
There is no chance for you here,
Where your organs are our toys!

So settle into mayhem.
Get cozy with the strife.
Say ‘hello’ to torment,
And say ‘goodbye’ to life.

Welcome to the Shadow Realm,
Where we show you how to feel.
It’s on no map nor tour nor cruise.
It’s your fear that makes it real!

And so you’re trapped in the Shadow Realm—
Where you’ll be ours ‘til the sun burns out—
But since we live inside your head,
You know what we’re about!

— The End —