where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
sand lined boxes, salt laced drinks, we are the experiments of a dying disease, the human race, not run, not won, a breed pushing towards our own extinction, bleeding eyes, decaying lies, we are, but we are not, poignant reasons to why, but no fight, no life, denied...
a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me, decided upon by a power trip, wholesome worthless whining, poisoned waters, lies, deceit, we gave all, yet you wanted something else, directions unspoken, lines drawn yet not shown, we are the dead walking, without knowledge or fact, a wisdom shared, but not with those that needed …
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Balls The Size Of She smiles nervously while her brothers laugh, “What makes you think you could ever convince me to give you MY empire?” “Because it ain’t just yours, it’s all of yours, every single one of you snivelling FUCKS!” he says as he gestures towards the six of them with his hammer while …
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All In The Wash He looks behind him, then back to the strange man. “A-A-Are you talking to me?” The man smiles broadly, “Is there anyone else here?” Mitchell shrugs, and looks up at himself and Sarah who scream unheard words at each other. “Not those two, they are not like us Daniel. They are …
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harboured views of a distorted vision, given life by a demented villain, i waged war to the den of thieves, victory continued out of reach, i taught to wield the devils sword, vinegar and blood, semen and spit, a solution, revolting, we cup, but we cannot, i saw you suck the flesh of man, it …
pretend that were dead, for the colour changes there, mystical moments painted in red, sequins glistening in the light, a mirror image, the witches delight, misogynistic infidelity, forward motion, backwards steps, a friction of insanity, tidal waves, moments upon moments, free my seclusion, as you make your way down to me…
We Be But Goading Children The smile disappears from his lips, and he stares at her blankly, before leaning back in his chair and stuffing a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. “You think this is a joke?” he asks as he drags a match along the side of its box which brings the flame to …
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No Safe Passage “I’m s-s-sorry,” she sobs, as she cups his face in her palm. “Every fault and misstep we take endangers ourselves and all those who rely on us to return with supplies, you have sentenced one or both of us to death. I will not bring this darkness home, so make your choice, …
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memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me, my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh, searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness, yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began, blood and the …
plastic cries, a wet dreams surprise, my obsession, within depression, knows no end or size, whimsical in nature, defiled inside my squared circle, heartfelt wishing, strangers kissing, divine deviation of the path, wrought with danger, flippant blame constrainer, your theories turn to lies, while decay burns away your eyes, suffocate the hand that feeds, demented …
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