I prefer the floor
Not the bed

For the bed
Is not a bed
But a mouth
With her tongue out
Calling me to rest
On her soft body

And only when she sees
That I am at ease
Does her mouth begin to close
But just as her sharp teeth
Are about to cut into me
I leap! And am caught
By the floor

I prefer the floor
Not the bed

Because the bed
Is not a bed
But a bed of wet sand
But not quite like a beach
Calling me to rest
On her soft body

And I sink smoothly
Into her embrace
But only when
I am just about out of breath
I leap! And am caught
By the floor

I much prefer the floor

i can feel the worms
as they wiggle under my skull.

i dig them out with tweezers,
throwing them in a bowl.

but the more i dig,
the more there are

no matter where i go,
no matter how far.

my brain turns to mush
as the days go by

my innards begin to rot
and my corpse liquifies.

what began as concern
slips into terror.

but i promise,
i never meant to scare her.

When in a Combat to death,
only one realises the true potential of human drive,
the ecstasy of dripping blood,
the transcendence to feel the last of a beating heart,
to feel the end of a soul in terror.

The two lives in question,
are placed on the same pedestal of reality
until one realises their potential to play God.
The momentum of giving a life seems to fade
in comparison to allowing one.

The one that experiences the last breath,
the being that fathoms he can grant an end,
is the only one that realises the inability of God over Death.

Awoken abruptly
It burns my brain like acid
I dissolve, absolute fear
I would rather die than feel this
Indescribable terror
Non-escapable

I want to sink into myself
Deep into my veins
Be held by this warm blood
Turn myself inside out
And never see light again

And while I walk
Skin reverted
I will cross paths with
Faces of horror
And I will be happy
Because finally
I will know why
They elude me

SHATTER MY HEART AGAINST A WALL
THROW IT LIKE YOU WOULD A BALL
WATCH AS MY BLOOD DRIPS TO THE FLOOR
LOOK AS MY EYES TURN COLD
FOR LOVE IS A VICIOUS WAR
FILLED WITH BLOOD AND GORE
THE LIGHT IS GONE
NOW IN THE DARKNESS I GROW
YOUR CALLOUSED HANDS BREAKING MY BONES
STARE IN MY EYES
TAKE MY SOUL
YOU DIDNT CATCH ME IN MY FALL
AND HERE YOU SHALL WITHER AND GROW OLD
BECAUSE YOUR FAITHLESS LOVE
HAS MADE ME A RESIDENT
of sheol