#sulfur
Staring at gravestones
Wondering what it is to
Exist, no longer.
Smell of sulfur,
Feel of bone;
Still as water.
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023 at 10:08 PM UTC
Am I a good person?
Underneath all these layers
(The layers of an onion)
[Like Shrek, full of layers]
-pretty sure the onion quote is dead-
I don't want you
to remove my layers
to find a person that
isn't the same on the outside.
Onions are perfect
because with each layer
they look exactly alike.
If you took me apart
we'd find the person
I think you want me to be.
(If you took me apart you'd be a murderer)
[Don't try to find out, organs don't talk.]
-The mess would be such a hassle-
I wish someone could tell me.
It's all in the way,
these layers
they're all that we have.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
All the acrid smoke
And dust of the world
Fills my lungs
Burning
Burning like a fire
I can taste the sulfur on my tongue
And feel the charcoal sticking to my fingertips
I look around
And all I see is a wasteland.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
((hidden track))
No right
No right?
All right
All right?
Ever felt cursed before?
You kidding me? I was cursed at birth.
You kidding me? I was cursed at birth.
Ever felt cursed before?
All right?
All right
No right?
No right
I'm gonna burn up, baby.
And ya gonna burn up, too.
We all gonna end some time, that's the rule.
And we gonna go enjoy.
Ya gonna burn up, baby.
But ya gonna burn it true.
I'm gonna burn up, baby.
And I gonna burn so free.
I'm gonna burn so free.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
With this torch, I thee smoke, with my third eye, I thee worship, and with ease, I set my earthly goods ablaze: In the name of the Flower, and of the Bud, and of the Evil Goat. Tim's Chips.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
If I
told you
what it is I want
like you
ask I tell,
would it matter much?
Matter at all?
You forget
over
and over
we've ever had this talk
so if open up,
spill my lair for you,
how I am I to find the confidence
in spite
of the fear?
And I
ask you
to give me a hand.
Explain
what it is
that will satisfy.
You agree to air.
Close your eager eyes.
Wake. And forget.
Until it happens again.
Every single bed time.
Til I hit the grave.
Pinpoint.
Comet style.
Crush the earth.
Leave a bitter hole.
Never quite sure if
I'm hurting myself
or hurting someone else.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
If I got a headache
every time someone wrote about natural beauty,
I'd have an aneurysm.
And now I have one more.
Headache.
I'm still waiting on the aneurysm.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Shower, you
touch me, still,
hotter than
clumsy fingers.
Clumsy advances.
In the water,
I see shapes
rising in steam
built by the
confidence
I can manage,
alone with you,
when I sing.
. . .
Lights out, cast a dark net.
Got the yellow lights outside,
though,
catching my plans
on the
unbalanced heel,
but the assisted glow
just makes my. . .
my aura cut out
a visible,
protective shape.
More than this,
in the music,
wearing my skin,
proud, yet naked,
I
bravely emanate.
Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I won't live forever.
Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I just want some infiltration.
I just ((just just)) I just ((just)) ((just))
I just --
wait. It's no meager thing.
I'm no meager thing.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Come to think of it,
I've strung a string of selfish lovers,
since the first lover to covet my heart.
Enter the present,
I'm of the morose understanding,
the cutthroat waters of the waking world. . .
Temper the mind to take,
raze, and ****
Take
Take
Take
Temper the heart to quake.
Quake
Quake
Quake
at the fulfillment
of practical demand.
Quake
Quake
Quake
on bended knee,
in dream,
for love for free.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
My,
my, my,
what am I doing?
By staying alive,
they're not losing,
but what am I proving,
for myself?
Don't
get me
wrong, I'm not crying --
but objectively,
my fingerprints
remain ever obscure,
don't they?
Digital: I'm a ghost. Lo - Pro.
Analog: I'm not. . .
really present.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
They,
they call me greedy,
exclusive,
taciturn. . .
That I've learned
from my disease
--chronic listening--
which voices
I'd rather not hear.
Most of these sing song smiley faces
beat you to the punch as if they're racing
past you after a ******* badge.
You want a badge?
Well good for you.
Go online and buy one.
They said "spill your guts"
And So you spill out ********
Thinking that you're making friends,
while I'm hard pressed to believe you
would be believed by anyone worth friending.
You want a badge? Good for you!
I'll make you a deal if you decide to buy one.
I'll pay the cost for the custom laser engraving:
"Sheriff Big **** in the land
of "No One Gives A ****
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Grind you up into portions.
Serve you up to the horde.
What was
temporarily
yours,
will feed
the meat
of
the future seed.
Sure enough
the scene
before the
excited mind,
the silent mouth,
shall
seemingly go
completely
unnoticed
til the matter mounts.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Give me brushes and
something colorful
not tested on
a thing
with a heartbeat
and watch me go!
I love me.
I know how
I like to look.
Think that this
face is
for you?
Think again.
Think that This Face
is for you and your. . .
Think again.
Think again.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Mom,
I'm sorry. Everything about me
you see as wrong, I
see as inescapable.
Truth be told,
I have never wanted to escape
a thing but you.
Sorry
sorry
Sorry
sorry
Sorry
sorry,
Mom,
I just don't buy into your Yeshua.
Sorry
sorry
Sorry
sorry
Sorry
sorry,
Mom,
I wear the tattoo of the sulfur cross.
And I wear it well.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
you said you don't want to hurt me
yet words lash like a whip
rending flesh from the heart
what is done, cannot be undone
words cannot be unspoken or unheard
unapologetic and cold
there is no bandage for the wounds
as the blood falls from my eyes
in sulfur and ash
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC