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Backtrailing IP's
I tracked you down through the fog.
Call up all my old dogs
gonna gut you like a hog.
Wrap you up in a rug,
dump the body in a bog.
And if you try to run,
get at my dogs.

Keep your friends close
cause I'm closing in.
Once I have you in my hands
then the fun begins.
Make a necklace from your teeth,
and kid gloves from your skin.
You can fight back if you like,
but you will never win.

Got a PHD in pain,
a lifetime of regrets.
A band of ugly brothers
who draw straws and place bets,
on who will be the first to catch you,
snare your *** in their nets.
You've opened up this can of hate
don't be suprised what you get.

It ain't *** whupping I'm planning
I assure you that its worse.
I solve problems with my hands
you seal your fate with your verse.
If your buddies back you up
they can join you in the hearse.
This train is rolling down the track
can't put this sucker in reverse.

I'm a terminal case
so I don't care if I'm caught.
Don't try to buy a reprieve
cause we can't be bought.
Gonna tighten the noose
till its nice and taught.
All your silly little words
were all for naught.

I haven't picked up the sword
in over ten years.
But, when I catch up with you
it won't be to drink some beers.
Bloods never tire of screams
that ****'s music to our ears.
May I introduce myself,
I'm the sum of your fears.
NYC Bloods cut up CowardsRunninInPackS
Gonna be a trail of tears
for the ***** that cried wolf.
Gonna scalp his white  hair,
and chuck his body off the roof.
And when he hits the ground
his spirit guide will show up.
To say he wouldn't be dead
if is *** had shut up.
Old ******* die hard
but for him it'd be a mercy.
His only joy in life
is posting weak *** verse.
The burial ground
were I leave him won't be cursed.
How we did the Cherokee was bad,
but what's in store for him is worse.
 Nov 2014 Saul Makabim
Pdub
May the bridges I burn
Remain that way
Dwelling on the past only brings you down
These yellow lines are stuck on repeat.  
Tar, oil and the smell of gasoline.  
Skeletal structure smashed into concrete.
Dead birds, dead deer and the orphan bambi.

The road is known for the art of tragedy.

The beauty in roadkill is not lost on me.
Why does my heart hurt this much?
I'm young, but I feel so old
I am alive, but inside I'm cold

These tears fall so easily
It's burning my head
I am alive, but I wish I was dead

I can't medicate this ache
Uncured it throbs inside
I am alive, but I want to hide

Why does it hurt so much, to be alive?
 Sep 2014 Saul Makabim
Meka Boyle
If love can't be put into words
Then why is "I love you" constantly heard
All it does is chain the emotion down
Flooding it with language
Making it drown
As it plummets deeper
We try to revive it
Self inflicting scars
Just to say we survived it
Wearing our hearts on our sleeve
We long to belive
Afraid to admit deceit
Unaware of the inevitable defeat
Which accompanies the empty words
That are said just to be heard
So proclaim your best notion
Of your hopeless devotion
As your words drag you down
To the depths of the ocean
By exploiting love
You've diluted the meaning
Locked it away
In a realm of dreaming
Forever stuck within our mind
Broken off from language
That's where it's bind
So the phrase "I love you" holds it's ground
Reducing it's self to a meaningless sound
Pressure points in my head,
you know just the right buttons to press.
Demons crawling under my bed,
500 count sheets to shield me I guess.
Callous ensconced heart,
no more songs plucked from its' cords.
Sunday morning lark,
singing songs needless of words.
Round and round forevermore.
I'll never be what I once was before.
It's maddening it is.
Meaningless.
You ******* monster!
What you have done is unforgivable.
Keep producing mongoloid monologues,
But, the best of what you were is gone.
I ******* hate you for what you have done.
There is no going or coming back.
I hope you ******* suffer,
You selfish, needy *****.
I hope you are happy,
Because now I know who you really are.
All of you should be ashamed of yourselves,
You lying, self-centered ******* animals.
The faces you will put on today
Are ******* filthy fragmented foolish friendless freaks.
You hate me, your actions prove it,
But not half as much as I now hate you,
You petty *****.
 Oct 2012 Saul Makabim
Nikki
I have to try and keep my chin up and my head held high, among people that only want to rip me down.
I'm nothing but a side show in their pathetic lives
Please return to your seats the show is about to begin.
And they all lean forward with their eyes on the prize
Their deviance is no longer in disguise.
Looks like friendship, but is only lies to keep themselves entertained for awhile.
Pull at the dangling veins where my heart used to be,
Please stop pulling, I'm begging you, set me free.
For your own entertainment
For your own joy
I am not just some disposable toy.
I've never been more hurt than the pain I feel now
While you eat your own ****, I've taken my head out of the clouds.
You can **** with me all you want, but nothing is going to change.
I've got rage like a lion, and I'm looking for prey.
I won't even eat your body, I want to watch it decay.
My anger isn't centered, it's in different directions
**** all you mother ******* and your misconceptions.
I'm tired of this, you can go eat ****.
Because when I find you, next thing is your dead body in a ditch.
**** your rumors, **** your lies
You're all enemies in disguise.
Giving nothing, Wanting all
I can't wait to watch you fall
Into the darkness, just like me
Oh, wont you keep me company?
Your brown nose tells me yes
So you like when I'm a mess?
Sadistic mother *******, all of you are guilty.
Stop looking at my hands when yours are ******* filthy.
I'm done with these death games you play
You can have each other, I'm not going to stay.
Copyright Nicole L Stowe 2012
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