(a ballad in 5 parts)
there’s so much meaning here
between floorboards and music scores
the peacefulness rots my soul to the bone
and i’m a walking gramophone
knowing i can only sing
when i’m alone
so tear my lungs to bits
and hide them there, where silence sits
out of the way of everyday drolls
because i need this space to flow
i’ve been screaming since womb’s release
and if you think i’ll ever keep the peace,
you’re wrong; i long to burn you
in between my teeth, like old strings,
i know i cannot touch you, nor
will you ever be taught to see
people like me
are meant to be, so
god, if you’re up there, hear my gruesome prayer,
tear down the chords that strung us up tight
took away these rights, unite the sight
behind these eyes before i’m blind again,
don’t tell me that the lives of men still matter
because i am not a man,
thrice been, now never am
you see, i’m a grotesque:
undress these guts
and i’ll bleed
its hard to believe there’s something more
once my foot’s out the door and you’re
running from prison
once you’re chopped off our heads
let the windpipes glisten
let me speak through my wheezes
if it pleases you, sir
so here i am, alone again
the only way to hear the pen as it
strikes strikes strikes the page
breaks breaks breaks the cage
inky gore, caress these days
‘cause they’re sinking through
the languished haze
of all these old how-do-you-dos
How distasteful you are,
With your sundry splotches
and jarring imperfections.
Oh, you taunt me so!
Whether your anathemas
are reflected through the mirror or my own eyes.
Oh horrible, hateful, heinous thing!
I cannot bear to stare any longer.
How sickly your color is--
A pallid yellow, like one giant bruise
That has budded and blossomed
In some unnaturally grotesque fashion.
My blood boils, my pulse races
And I raise my weapons to fight--
Two talons--claws honed to perfection.
Be gone, you wretched scab!
And so I tear, scratching furiously,
Until no more of you is left.
The blood is stuck beneath my fingertips,
Or what is left of them.
My sinews tremble, bloody and bare,
As the last of my wallpaper
Is ripped from my bones.
The VIP culture is the grotesque manifestation eating up the democracy inch by inch.
They are elected by us from among us and then they want to be treated really special,
They want to be treated as someone royal by everyone,
Do you get the joke?
It still remains a democracy!
I am the Grotesque
Marques de Sade
I am the Notorious
I lurk in the Dark Street
Impatiently for the Week
Enthralling and Charming
I smile (vile) with a dimple on my cheek
I see they are vulnerable
Seeking for a God
And that God I become
I am the fruit that will make them succumb
I destroy any trace of humanity left
It’s the Body that I want and Soul I shall bet
As I possess the Boy, Prostitute, the Rich Lady or the Monarch
I cannot impede the images in my mind
Crossing this Arch
Unique Treasures I will find
In my sheets of satin
The playground of Satan
Tortures of Pleasure
Take place as I make pressure
Bloody Ropes with humans Cries
Bites of Pain while the Soul fries
To my Chandelier I tie my Slave
I whisper in sinister voice: Be Brave
My Hand goes where it wants
It has a Will of its own
Unlike its Subject
I shall make it my Object
My Tongue travels the nervous skin
Salt and fear sheen
Sustaining the Evil in me
And the Evil rises vigorously
The Tongue seeks it Moist or Hard
Something of Putrid smell and flavour
Spiking the rib cage with an Object of Phallic nature
The Slave inhales Pain
And exhales Lust
I feel it in between the spiting in my Face
And the cries for clemency
I cannot understand why It doesn’t see the Artistry
Of the way I subdue IT to my Supremacy
Are the candles not too hot?
Is the Urine too cold?
Are the Faeces dry and old?
Maybe the splintery wooden Butt Pug is slipping out.
Or the Rusty Chain around Its neck too loose
(It is impossible to please
So have this in mind when you fall in Love
You fall alone, you see
Like a Dead Dove from a Dead Tree)
And having that Epiphany
Altruistic acts shall be only for me
Do not close your Eyes
Do not pretend Death in Disguise
My Dagger is now sharp
Spread your legs
Let us see you Drip
Drop by drop
In my mouth ‘til full
White and Red viscous Miracle
Swallow Seeds and Swallow Beads
Now that Gratitude is paid
And the Ritual complete
It’s time to get Laid
Fornication until Testicular function is Obsolete
I use Pig’ Intestines for protection of my Hook
As ridicule to the Book
It’s funny and punning
The Pork really IS Possessed
The friction stinks
And Burns to my delight
The Pain that it brings
Shows It no Light
Is this the End?
The Nirvana my friend!!!
Can you feel it?
While you chase the Last Breath?
I Erupt and Explode
It Implodes – the Explosion is within.
Oh Glorious Dissatisfaction
Oh Dead Body that dangles
I wish IT could see what IT & I created
No words can explain
Its Life was not in Vain
It was Art
For me to Manipulate
The Rush in my Veins
Leaving me with this uncomfortable
Another Day another Dime
Another Day another Dame
Another Day another Dammed
I am the Ultimate Pleasure seeker
I am the Grotesque Artist
Tastes like death
Tongue to the gallows
Winter in her veins
All flesh fails
Maggots run empty
Limbs twined to the bone
Limbs twined to the bone
Limbs twined to the bone