Daylight fades into a kaleidoscope of citrus hues,
As the twilight violets weave their ethereal symphony--
Across the vast expanse.
I am enveloped by an endless, dark wash,
As the eldritch entities of my subconscious take form,
Haunting me in a state of tranquil madness.

To look upon oneself
And find a citadel of half-wrought
Miseries and wounded passions
Where the birds all wore masks
Of hide and gleaming fixtures

Birds that enter upon a pile
Of stiff and tangled limbs
With heads, mouth open
Groaning cries of
Pain, as their teeth are torn
Collected to create nests
In which those enamel buds
Burst into seamless streams
Of bloodied skin

Curving together, crossing to form
A twisted leather medusa
That blooms rusted buckles
Which glisten in the sky above that citadel
In the place of stars for those citizens
To pray between a leviathan chorus of agony.

dismember                        
the jerking flesh of my heart
nervous excrement
the manner your head rattles
when i lunge at you
this room stiffens with ****
                    running our corpses thru the flame
the gummy dark muffle day-to-night            
       pinball wisdom of creatures                    
                                   ­   below the floor
cactus salad
        me you and our malady

dismember                          
the jamming fight of my breath
your reciting
the wit that exudes you
i hack mad laughs                      
the room becomes rude hot
              and we burst our fleshes
the seasons collect in some deafening syrup
but still the walls are music with vermin
mushroom tea       you and me

Death Is Essential.
I say this not out of spite or hate
Not out of love or rage
But death is essential.

If there's anything I thank the heavenly beings for, is that we can opt out of life
They say life is a blessing but to me, there's no greater power than having the option to die
To simply stop existing, to simply take away the pain for good.

D.I.E

And they say "no, life is worth living", worth what exactly?
The bills? The politics? The war? The hate? The racism? Terrorism? Religion?
Tell me how much life is truly worth.

D.I.E

All the work, all the joy, all the love, all the pain, all the shame, everything just to end up 6 feet deep in the dirt
Rotten, stinking, forgotten, grieving
So what's life truly worth?
They tell you you're important, that you matter, just to keep you working, just to keep you in the cycle
You work, you love, you reproduce, you keep working, you're in debt, you're in **** then you die, leaving your offspring to continue the cycle, the madness, all alone and the cycle repeats.

D.I.E

Love won't keep alive forever neither will hate neither will money, we shall all see the pearly gates

D.I.E

We will all die at the end, so why am I the bad guy for opting out early?

For taking the "easy way out"

D.I.E.

Death is a blessing

Death is a curse

Death is a burden

Death is joy

Death is freedom

Death is redemption

Death Is Essential.


When my mind began to cloud,
i began thinking out loud.

my insistence on existence is getting out of hand
the walls are shaking
ground is breaking
its getting hard to stand
i tried talking to the glass, staring into a new land
the mirror is cracking
voices stacking
echoing demands

i wrote a thesis on my spiral
and signed it in my blood
filed it under "WHAT THE HELL"
and watched it sink into the mud
people seem to like me
tell me i seem vague
i take it as a compliment
then turn another page.