Crossing my mind like a bitter taste
You infiltrate the better workings of my thought process
Imbedding a sick idea
One that compels me to do things
Things no sane person would ever consider

Touching my skin like a slimy algae covered stick
You tempt me and beguile me
With sick twisted fantasies
Scenes where terribly gruesome acts accompany mixed feelings

Breathing on me like a fat gorilla
You disgustingly grasp and ***** my limbs
Making my stomach churn with bile
But you never see this


Your sick ideas
Your twisted fantasies
Your disgusting groping
All build a fire inside
Not one borne of passion
But born of loathing

Your actions have been dealt with
Your person thrown in the hell of all hells
Yet new ideas form
New fantasies form
As sick and twisted as ever
Each one with you as the center star

These have changed

You are the star

You are the spectacle

The spectacle strapped to the chair

The ****** beaten spectacle that begs for my mercy

As I deliver you blow for blow what you dealt me

All I can imagine
All I can fantasize
The only thing that keeps me alive
That keeps this heart beating



Is the delicious thought of you dead



Six feet below the ground


Cold and rotting with no one to miss you

i am selfish, self-pitying, jaded, ever seeking for some new meaning
tell me that you aren't too and i'll call you a liar with my eyes
because my mouth would never speak out against the truth of this world
that we all live for ourselves in the depths of our minds, in the labyrinth
with walls made out of sharp feelings and rusting emotions burning

i am at home in these depths, these dismal depths of self-feeling
of knowing through hours of introspective meditation that i will never be enough
but neither will you, neither will you my darling, it just has yet to reach
catastrophic proportions of this living tragedy to see that this sea of life
will only take, will only wash away

The tiny town's
talented tailor
swiftly sews silken suits,
in his shop he plays the Wailers,
Bob Marley fills his boots.
Beside his shop
sits Susie's Sushie,
she serves him lunch
every Tuesday,
he leaves a tip because
she treats him well,
he's got a crush
and she can tell.
After lunch
it's back to work,
measuring here
and stitching there,
everything is done
just savoirfaire.
All the town folk
say he is the master,
he smiles at this
and works all the faster.
Then on the corner
the clock strikes five,
with the last suit hung
he says enough of this jive.
He shuts the light
and locks the door,
nine bells tomorrow
he'll be back for more.

So far away from her
But right there in her mind
Miles away... always miles away...

Bitter divisions come between them
Trying to pry them apart
Sending every obstacle
To rip them from each others embraces
Nothing changes between them
even as they are miles away... always miles away

He lays in bed remembering the feel of her hair on his skin
The man Thinks about the distance between them
She's miles away... she's always miles away

They're always miles away
The bitter divisions still impede upon their relationship
trying, desperately, to cause a rift
But they are miles away.

The miles between make the reunion sweeter

She cries and he screams
Only wanting each other...
But they are miles away.... always miles away

In the end... the endless miles **** them both

But they died and soared through the sky in each others arms

Red...

It burns like a flame in my chest
Devouring all other emotion
But still accompanied by tears
Massacring any other thoughts I can conceive

Break. Smash. Destroy. Scream. Cry.
The only actions that can satisfy the red fury..
The red flame that refuses to be doused

Pain lances my chest, tearing up any resistance to not causing myself more pain
The impact of my knuckles on the wall jolts me from my stupor
...But not out of my rage

Decimating everything the red rage burns through
Through my consciousness
Through my barriers

Mindless words tumble from my throat
Ripped free of my mouth
Flung out like the red lava exploding from the maw of a volcano

Nothing can satisfy the volcano alive within me
Nothing can suppress the anger
The hurt
The sadness

The slits on her wrists gush deep crimson blood

Pooling around her feet

My feet

Running down her arms

My arms

Red refuses to leave, consuming me
All is hopeless as Red drains my life

"Pink-haired parasite."
I think that sums me up quite nicely,
Thank you,
But you must understand, sir,
That I do not wish to be clingy,
Though, I cannot help it,
But I am broken and destroyed,
From my past and beyond it,
Too many people have walked out of my life,
For me to fully understand that everyone leaves,
My head too rotten by hate,
To ever fully accept myself,
And this heart too shattered and young,
To ever know not to fall in love,
Well, atleast not so quickly,
I am this horrible mess,
And I will not blame anyone but me,
So I apologize, sir,
That you couldn't handle this "pink-haired parasite",
Usually known as me.