Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life

As I sleep inside I die, a million times behind my eyes, nightmares that could never be real, images drawn with fevered hands, the darkness of night seals my sin, trapped by my own mind within, lies deceived by my own twisted insanity, an insanity fueled by burning razor blades slicing across my wrists, freeing…

Show Me The Sea Of Red Inside Your Head

We hate to feel but wish to be, drugs designed to dull the pain as well as reality, we are the disease, our sickness it’s cure, feed the beast within its cage, lick the salt from inside her rage, tomorrow will hurt, today will be your birth, in a sea of blood, in a river…

Scars Upon The Ground Before My Victim

Foreshadowing realities birthed in the nothingness of a world lost in forever and today, the past of yesterday a figment of delusions wrapped in the tissue of flesh and muscle, we one, we are, the beast that hides inside your head is a greater threat than the one underneath your bed, for both are figments…

Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was

I was a burning bush in a sea of disenchantment somehow locked within the bitterness of an endless yesterday that starved the life from my diseased bones, the fire was to be my freedom from the sins that were discarded around me like dying leaves falling from the pathetically bare arms of a shedding tree,…

Faces Twisted To The Style Of My Minds Eye

Nursery rhymes twisted in grimm outcomes beg all humankind to question ones own self loathing while criticizing the world around for all the injustices it brings upon us while we inevitably stir the pot with our own self unconfessed sexual desires that burn deep inside our groin, wishing to thrust our own bits and pieces…

Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake

You give a moment of anxiety more guidance and pompous overture than you do to life as it passes you by at a rate you never realise until it’s too late, sacrificing everything for the demons that exist on the inside of your skull but have no real sharpe or consistency in the world that…

For I See Forgivness Where There Is None

He spoke of many things as the end twisted  its vile hand towards him, words not all together meaningful in order of their context and placement, but when they sat separated before your eyes a theme of dissatisfaction and disappointment becomes clear, new sentences form with vigor and a passion unknown before, giving the true…

My Hate Filled Rant Was Like Fists Hitting Your Face

Cross pollination of a sickness rooted in the core of everything I am, your pathetic existence is nothing more than a momentarily absent minute of my time, for the rottenness that pumps through my veins hungers for your taste, vile witness you will be, an ending void of emotion for the world will not mourn…

Look Without Eyes And See Me For What I Am, A Monster Of A Man

Whispers in the darkness make a trail to the dead of endless torments, I forsake all and everything just to hear the words that never make sense, for I am more than you could ever think I would be, and as life slithers from your rotting corpse know that my hand may have held the…

Wayward Sheep Call For Death To Be

To be the infinity to your hopelessness gives me purpose in this world full of colour and light, to be that which sucks up your life so fleeting into my completeness that means so little to a withered vessel broken and ugly, perhaps a chance to dream glimmers in the night of what is never…