forever tortured
by the spell
of your beauty

Within every heart, there is a chain hooked up to a wall of flesh, blood and stone.

Scars open and cut too deeply, we rather thirst and drink our own blood then eat the molded food that the guards of fire and destruction serve us.

We try so hard to escape this hell inside our minds. But it almost seems impossible and mindless.

Every day, we live in a living nightmare. We would rather die than live another second in this kingdom of depression and wrath.

There is only one law, and the law is the image of death is nothing but a dream.  

We can try our hardest to desire the blood spill and the gushing out of beaten bones and origins to spill out of our weak and limp bodies, but all we'll do is spawn back into this waste land

Tears stream down the faces of many innocent broken people; they feast on each other like beast of a large skeleton bump sight,

We're tortured until our back bone is visible, and our voices are empty and numb.

Our fingers lay in pieces of flesh on the cold mossy stone floor from making meals for these zombies like monsters.

The meals are the hearts and frightened minds of our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters; we weep for them and wish for no comfort.

**I am the only prisoner in this Endless Fire Hell that has a window in their dang room. I can see a brighter, safer, more loving place just millions of miles away.

I often reach my hand out the window, to at least feel tiny drops of refreshing rain on my black burning skin.

I cry aloud, calling for some kind of help, but I know that calling and crying won't get me anywhere.

The rain drops are the only loving thing I have, for they heal my scar and fix my wounds, the only hopeful thing that my blurry eyes and beaten hands have ever seen and felt.

Under neither this dungeon in the sky, is a vast and cool ocean that I long to swim in the feeling of freedom and satisfaction.

Within every moment as I swim in the burning and melting lava pool, oh how the lava is stained by the blood and eyes of prisoners that have slowly melted away.

Their skin slowly ripping off their skull as they scream in a high and painful voice… Oh how I long to feel the rain. Oh how I long for it.

On one faithful day, there was a great down pour, and the rain drops starts to sing in harmony with serenity and joy, which caused the stones of bitterness that surround my window to give way and crumble and fall into the sea.

I smiled bright for the first time in 16 years. I took the chance and jumped, but then quickly grabbed hold of a left over stone, my arm stretched in pain.

How silly of me to just jump and not knowing if I’ll die and spawn back here or if the guards will see me in the ocean and band the rain from this Nether.

My Arm soon gave up its last strength as my ****** hand finally let the stone go. I could feel the rain, filling and soaking my entire body,

I crashed into the ocean, my eyes closed, and my mouth allowing the water of purity to drown me, my arms and leg motionless as I began to sink.

I would rather die in something I love, than live in something I hate...

On the pole                                                            ­                              

or down the slide                                                


Take­ a trip                        


inside my mind  




Put on a helmet
Because it’s about time
Long overdue trip
taken inside my mind
Harsh bumps and rattles
as you’re shaken about
Thrown off to the side
Possibly upside down
Bright flashes reveal
constantly changing sights
As they endlessly shuffle
and Attention will fight
Like a Black Hole's pull
Imagination creates
with ally Daydream
It’s a tumultuous space
The hurricane winds
which are prevailing about
chaotically swirl
Voices speak and they shout
No symphony music
More like honking of horns
The cacophony hurts
stabbing ears with its thorns


But then quickly a change
as the storm clouds abate
Switched to bright sunny skies
and a beautiful gate
Gave permission to enter
I’m escorted inside
Faces old and familiar
From the shadows they hide
Merrily they share greetings
Earnest smiles and with hugs
Showing signs of relief
Open hearts filled with love


But as quickly it turned
It is turning right back
Skies once golden and blue
Now a murky gray/black
A momentary transition
as we passed through the eye
Blinders placed on our vision
Unaware of the tide
Like a Tsunami wall
with its impending doom
Staring at it with awe
A Showdown at High Noon


These scenarios play out
inside of my head
Shuffling and repeating
Often wishing for dead
But that ephemeral moment
So brief, one could miss
when His Highness the Sun
gives each subject a kiss
The darkness flushed out
And then filling each heart
with a renewing warmth
Now prepared to restart
the cycle, the story
Whatever life gives
Many times seen before
or not something yet lived


This point fundamental
Give the credence its due
You will find that in life
many times you will rue
Beset by the shadows
and the difficult times
seemingly far outweigh
when you’re good or feel fine
Don’t feel down; don’t give up
It’s an infinite wait
Eventually time will come
All the anger and hate
Alcatraz prisoner
Now they make their escape
Freedom marks a rebirth
Superman dons his cape
Holding on to that strength
for as long as you can
While retaining the knowledge
We’re imperfect humans
Life comes with its struggles
And amazing times too
Simple gifts like a smile
Great things waiting for you
When it starts to look bleak
Feeling all hope is lost
Good times must be ahead
Cuz this battle’s the cost

Cassie May
Oh so colorful
And gay

Influenced at birth
Of tainted blood
And death

Hits of the second hand
Bulbs burnt of anger
So fierce

Eyes of beauty
Visions violets  
Upon ruptured grounds

Disorders of impending doom
Shoveled beneath insomnia
And psychosis

Pits of stench
And over ripened silhouettes
Consume the nights

Day exists.
Only to succumb to the night.  

Lower pains
Life trembles
Beneath the surface

Like padlocks and hollow doors.

Life swollen inside
The size and stench
Of a decomposed head

First bled three hundred nights before

Cassie May
Oh so colorless
And dismay

Covered in red
Nobody knew
Till the night it falls

Silenced at birth
The angel of death for two
Gave life to you

Cassie May
So gorgeous and pained
Lives in death

So colorful and gay.