Tuesday, August 31, 2010

seduced by nooses

Self loathing soothes the savage beast. Lashing out, giving in, giving up, rinse, repeat. Follow these directions despite defeat. When you're buried underground you can't rise to your feet. Teeth floating in the babbling brook.
The flight hexed by the bites of the sacrifice. Onto the altar the evil eyes look. The lamb has slipped away. The blood spill, frenzy thrill will have to wait another day. So many masters so few slaves. By my hand never see the promised land. You lay slayed at it's gates.

Bright the light tried to shine but it can't illuminate all the darkness lost in minds. Diversion than insertion. Born from the ruins of reason rise. Crowns melted down to forge the sword of humanity's demise.

Black tar in the arms of the misanthropes. Hatred sedated, doctrines ill fated, use your delusion of hope. Necks seduced by nooses. laughing at the lives lost induces... a euphoria. You were always in on the joke.

eyes of insanity on the unknown's face

Misery is the blood in veins. The drinks flow with it to numb the pain. Nothing is the only feeling accepted..
Any kind of salvation self destruction rejected. Alone I sit and the thoughts race. The only satisfaction is an escape. The outside world for me there is no place. I gaze with eyes of insanity into the unknown's face.

The daylight exposes who I am. It sees through my transparent skin. My heart, my tomb, radiate regret in bloom. My fortress of solitude is drug induced. A haunted house of a mind. I retreat there now more than ever. It just feels right. My comfort zone is under a tombstone. Death is my delight. Will you lay with me there? Into the funeral pire stare. Under the moon tonight.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Paybacks are a Bitch and her bark is rhetoric

Addicted to her. Women are my drug of choice. Constant communication. Variety is the spice of vice. Holding a hand. Gazing into beautiful eyes. Lean in like lucifer. My forked tongue always whispers something nice. She knows better and leaves. It's ok I got another one coming over at five. I take my chances. I need to lay next to a body tonight. Who it ends up being is like russian roulette with a loaded gun. Brains blown out. She's the one. Paybacks a bitch and her bark is rhetoric. Her bite is what reels you in time and time again. I gotta call my fix and tell her I had fun. What ever she wants from me. I have none.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

vicarious queen

Here she slithers silent from the sidelines of the mindfield. The cocoons on stage, amplifiers incubate their days. The nights the moths emerge and play. She lives through this. She can't resist the comfort of the cover of darkness. Delusions of being an invisible individual radiate and illuminate her elusive fate. The reign of the vicarious queen hangs between the last splinter of the burning bridge. The water underneath evaporated before I can clean my dreams so dirty.

broadcast emotions fail

Broadcast emotions fail. Meaning meanders like a snake through my mind. Sometimes Biting letting me know that it's still there. It vanishes but the venom is left behind. Infecting my thoughts, rendering lessons taught forgot. Time spent with you is worth fool's gold. A fool I am A fool I'm sold. An old wives tale I was once told. Through the broken antennas unbroadcasted our love will grow.