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Grae Sep 6
the maul understood the man          
the dark putrid space inside him        
where empathy was supposed to be  
      
there was death there        
      
dreams of bosch              
saturn devouring his son                  
mother violence                  
like a tide of red ghosts lapping at toes                  
saying more than words ever could                  
                
the maul knew dark things                  
how it could sate an urge for ill will                  
how it could make quick work                  
of a human skull                  
                
and so                  
one day                  
                
it did                  
                
three of them                  
and at random                  
no pattern, just chaos                  
just pure, violent, blood spattering death                  
a gift of gore to the watchful moon                  
the maul knew what to do                  
                
he casually turned himself over to the police after          
before they even knew what he'd done      
what the maul had wrought            
            
there were three of them
  
a finished work
  
a trinity
This is based on a story I heard in my criminal investigation class in college. A man murdered 3 people at random with a short handle maul, then turned himself in. I've always wondered about the details. Why he did it. Why he turned himself in immediately after. True crime is fascinating.
She wanders the lost streets of her city
She was looking for the shining lights of Las Vegas
But this streets here a gritty
The City that is for its casinos famous

She went through hell
Just to visit Las Vegas and its lights
She loved the city's spell
The sound of the slot machines in the nights

And at next morning she tells with a fragile voice
I was in Las Vegas, the city of lights, yes I was there
I was at the place of my choice
She said she loved the flair

But actually she wanders through her lost youth
She wanders through a fake reality
But she didn't wanted to know the truth
She lived her live in duality

But the day came, where she didn't came back from her trip
She had never luck at the slot machines in Las Vegas
In her hand her last chip
To everyone she was nobody, to us she was famous
This love is hot and cold
Am I with an angel or devil
Is this black or gold
Is it good or evil

Will we stay together
Or does anything still matter
Will it be a for ever
Or would I find something better

Love has to grow like a plant
It needs good and fertile soil
And not burned land
And sometimes very much toil

But in the end I say I love you
And we forgive
Our love is hate, but it's also true
And somehow also manipulative
There was a sloth that was a little different than his fellow sloths
He was bouncing like a wild kangaroo
The others said: he goes strange paths
So he felt himselfe disvalue

Just a little time ago, he had an argue
In this moment he was impulsive and aggressive
He tried to jump the queue
He wasn't compransive

He was very hypersensitive and empathic
But still he hasn't many friends
He was for the most too much, too hyperactive
In a social Isolation it ends

To his appointments he often came late
he had a dysfunctional time management
He always Said: sorry that I let you wait
he was accused of showing little commitment

At school he wasn't good at reading long texts or mathematics
he had difficulty with concentration
he couldn't understand some systematics
He liked drawing illustration
Silently I cry
But no one sees my tears
Want to screem, but I'm to shy
I'm stuck in my fears

My eyes full of sorrow
My mind full of worries
In me the invisible pain of horror
My past drained with dark stories

I lost my trust in all
'cause no one understands my thoughts
The system and friends let me fall
at the police, a pile of my useless reports

Into alcohol and drugs I fled
Trying to escape the reality
and with indifference I was fed
This all formed my deadly personality

In the end, no one cares about me
I wander through my dark fantasies
For what was done to me, I've to pay the fee
my death is caused of your all  ignorencies
This for all who suffer, who feel left alone.
ro g Aug 27
You see a mask,
Assume it false.
I fake being sad,
I fake the tears staining my cheeks.
In a world being consumed by flames,
My wide mouth devoid of words
Dares to steal attention
From the more pressing matters
Because I believe I matter more.

The plastic hides a face,
A face that "is faking being sad,"
A face that "just wants attention."

Now, now, aren’t you confused,
Because you gave that face everything it needs
And everything it could ever want.
Maybe money can buy love,
but it also buys plastic.

Now this---
Is no mask.
It's my skin.
Shiny, fake, and hard.
It’s not covered in plastic;
It has become plastic.
Inspired by the Cover Art of Burning by Ocean Vuong
There was this message someone send
Saying that I'm loved, it's not the end
I'm fine, that was I pretend
But I took all my strength and send a mail, through darkness I went

I trust this good old friend all time long
And luckely, he didn't proofed me wrong
I felt, the there was no where I belong
But with this friend, I feel now strong

The Message went on, listen to your hart
And never to the dark
He reminded me of that song of a lark
That was lonely in the park

It said, you are not alone
You don't have to do it on your own
And through the Park whispers of angels were blown
Follow our voice, not the dark you known

thanks alot my good old friend
Was the message that I then send
In future I'll listen to my hart and not to the darkness, that made me bent
I'll look for help, 'cause my life isn't for the demons to rent
You're my love, my biggest enemy
The photo of us, shows my misery

You got me with your devils smile
I stayed at yours for a while

You are in my thought
And I'm in your caught

Your love won't let me go
You're my loved foe

You made me suffer
But still you my lover

You let me down, you let me fall
But my love for you is overall

We had last night a fight
It just went to wild

I staggered home
But I wasn't alone

You were inside of me
And I'll never be free

you'll own me all the time
You'll never make me feel fine

You are my love affair and affliction
You are my ******* alcohol addiction
I'm in the moment sober, but it's a daily fight
The curse of the night
Is the blure in my life
The Things I took, weren't nice
They Show me a spooky sight

Scars like tattoos on my skin
Telling the stories I went in
The game I played, I will not win
It made me live in the city of sin

But this city is tearing me down
This city, full of strange clowns
And the odd beast is wearing the crown
And I'm wearing the queens gown

I tried to find a way
So I can leave the city today
But all the ways lead to stay
Trapped in the city, no way away

I hear a haunted voice
It was to much but not your choice
Now I have to pay the invoice
I hear the creepy drum beat noise

It's the army of death
I have no breath
They're comming, to bring me to the depth
To chamber of the undead

A ringing voice, hey sis come back
I looked at the door, I hear it crack
And then around me, only black
The earth was quaking and I felt a whack

My mind flew through space
I came back to my place
I saw my brothers face
The paramedic said "We have to go, no time to waste"
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