This Was Never Meant To Be Anything More Than A Page In A Book – Wrapped In Words

Wickedness was a thing hidden from my self, twisting and turning inside my own head, days turned into weeks as I played by their rules, while my inner self stewed in juices created by mankind’s stiffening salvation, it wasn’t until I questioned the silence as I lay dying did I find out the answer to …

Several Pounds Of Salt Was All That Remaind Of His Husband – Wrapped In Words

My monster shows me no peace, slithering around in its meat suit I call mine, it faces my world with zero compassion, it tears holes in my life with vigorous obsession, deep inside it dwells, tightly gripping all that makes me who I am, manipulating my movements, twisted my view, showing me a vision of …

The Frail Man Knelt Down To Service His King – Wrapped In Words

Poor twisted me, poor twisted you, carved my name on the insides of your brain, cut the flesh with little to no care, serendipitously malfunctioning through each twisted moment into the next, surrounding, surrendering, suffocating everything that was and could be, flimsy facts lost in the night, like an eighties saxophone moment in a soft …

Within The Darkness Sits A Wicked Man Waiting For Flowers To Bloom – Wrapped In Words

The wicked man loses sight of all the in-between that slowly slips away and instead focuses his hate on the failings of all a twisted flower before him, slowly the flower wilt as the man wickedly scolds the dying plant with all his sickly sins, forcing the flower to burden itself with his undoings as …

Let The Big Top Scream With The Cries Of Forever – Wrapped In Words

Subtle hits of salt and vinegar explore my nose as my hands drive flesh beneath my nails, sunlight burns like the heart of a flame while destiny sings its wicked song, acrobatic humanoids dance with skill, balancing on rope across the sky, scissors without remorse powerfully cut the rope into separate strands like hair, slowly …

Written Words In The Sand Worshipped By The Forgotten Children Of The Bastard Father – Wrapped In Words

Happiness in a divided regurgitation, splatterEd across the floors of sarcasm, while the flag of disgust flies proudly from the throbbing erection of what was and will never be, throw the wind of never could into the vast emptiness of vivid dreams and see what births, seclusion of the wicked, inclusion of the bold, foresee …