It's futile to stop the malevolence
because man invented the doom,
Fate says evilness is destined to prevail
Darkness is trying to eliminated the remaining pure hearts
The solemnity and tranquility of Eden, long gone
False tongues are the ones who are full of courage
And the beholder of truth, a ghost, a surrenderer, the eliminated
For there shall be no rewards waiting to the ones who speak fluent sincerity

Oh, splendor, the devilish presence inside you alone, king of your own
league, you spend on my own expenses, you waste my taxes and my minutes while knowing we could barely buy, a thought for my kind.

Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between honesty,
and never saying anything.

Pulling from my memory,
I recall expression
as a natural efficacy
of mine.

Fill me with love again,
love as the willingness
to speak as easily as
I can accept my errs.

Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between standing out
and fitting into the crowd.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

I'm torn between standing out
and fitting in, and surprise,
I did say it again.

I drank way to much vocabulary
before my eager eyes needed to
dilute the intake of my surroundings.

Into slumbered inspired visions,
that would play on my thoughts repetitively,
like a cracked analogue song skipping.

But still I awake in darkness, needing
to release the effluence of what was
indulged upon earlier. That visage a
delusion of  slide show moments.
I felt the bed its wet,
                        I didn't make it in time.

Blind verses wet on the sheets, my hand
was in it, I gag... And then see that its
a mirage of what was drunk upon.
It had to come out at some time.
But 3am couldn't I control my expulsion.
                        Instead I sit here in sodden verse.

As I wash my sheets, not the first time or
the last. I take heed.. not to drink so much
before I go to bed, because white sheets are
now grey. So many words kept on other layers,
these ones just inevitably washed away.

my throat constricts
.
.
.

and i suffocate on words that
are
on fire.

words that are begging
to be lashed at your face
but lash in my esophagus
instead.

cutting like blades,
bleeding like tears.
it
leaks down and burns my
stomach

and

you laugh,
not taking me seriously
thinking that i wont gag
the next time i think of your face.

don't call me honey.

We’re not as perfect as we like to say,
it's just another game that we play,
as you fall under my angelic spell.
the demon comes out.
and it wants to stay.
Cherubs cry,
as I tighten the ties,
and angels sob,
I put the gag back in your mouth.
blood red tears streaming down your back.
leather against skin,
cause you like it like that.
Your so cute when you scream,
its your masochistic dream.
biting deep in your skin.
face in the pillow,
suffocating again.
But you like that don’t you.
nails in your flesh,
color me aroused.
what’s the safe word you ask?
put that gag back in your mouth.