Washing Across A Wave Of Stillness – Wrapped In Words

Insecure realities mixed with fractured violations of ones inner self, misguided fluctuations within a greater sphere of independence hidden deep inside corrupt constitutions, believers shown the truth of their failed beliefs, haters given the power of an iron fist, life saturated across their cheeks, drenched in the seaman of life that’s emptied upon their almost…

Stoke The Flames Of Their Damnation – Wrapped In Words

See for we are a quest of fortune and wine, forwards together arm wrapped in arm unto the diseased lands before us, thriving where others should die, surviving where the greater have perished, we two, we four, we plentiful few, we are sodomy, we are broken dreams of our child self, we are the vestal…

Be Thy Flesh Before Me – Wrapped In Words

Separation of the sanctimonious arseholes who first possessed this rightful pathway of preservation, retardation of the complexities that make us miss inform our own senses to deceive whatever small part of ourselves deserves to be hidden from our own disturbing truths, now join with me as we shed thy flesh and stare at our own…

Sickness Of The Wicked Princess – Wrapped In Words

Disemboweled catchphrases hanging from my tongue, stripped of authenticity, stripped of rightful fun, we wickedly weave frustrations through the needle’s eye, when all we have before us is a guarantee to die, sophisticated deceptions, lies painted as the truth, we don’t even see our darkness, until it’s displayed before our eyes..

Winter Is Not To Be Mistaken For Tomorrows Yesterday- Wrapped In Words

Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch, for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need, searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see, yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don’t understand what it is,…

When The Plastic Is Torn And The Mould Grows – Wrapped In Words

Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources,  veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon, a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness, while I gave you something worthy to say, I took away everything else you ever needed, I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud,…

Motions Within Windows Reflection – Wrapped In Words

Symbiosis of pain, hand in hand it came, like a machine of man-made design, it thrusts, it purges all I am inside, disease, decay, seas of rotting flesh, as I fall apart, cleanse me, let me be free, let me rid myself of this, let me….

Pain In A Picture

Three days ago I went under the knife to have a double hernia repaired. It has been slow uncomfortable healing, the perpetuate curse of being trapped in your own skin as it tries to heal, and you try to live at the same time is a boundless struggle of insanity One can only hope that…