The Twisted Roads To My Madness
He chuckles loudly, “Well sweetheart, from where I’m standing, your Daddy ain’t nothing but a cum stain on my pants. So why don’t you just turn around and let me and my boys take turns inside that perky little arse!” He says as his other hand grips her buttocks tightly.
“Die down near the stream said the diermantra, die I did and so will you,” a dry voice croaks from beside him, he scrambles desperately out of the car and stares back into the wreckage terrified. “B-B-Bella?” He says nervously through shaking lips. For several moments there is no answer.
Fergus says with a burly laugh. “Did you see that shite Wee-Billy? Did you see that crazy cunt jump across then room like he was auditioning for some real American superhero bullshite?” Wee-Billy curls his lips, and spits a wad of saliva to the floor. “Aye, I fooking saw him!”
She looks at him coldly, “She can’t read at that sort of level, not yet, and what news stories? This place is old, but it’s hardly newsworthy anymore. The boy, the one she said told her all this shit, did you know he died in her room seventeen years ago,”
“Overdramatic? I am not being overdramatic, I am being honest and forthright. You asked me a question and I have given you an answer. Is that not what you required?” He smiles, “I required an answer, you are correct. But you gave me a picture painted in a thousand colours.”
“Don’t you fucking say anal, don’t you fucking dare!” She says quickly interrupting him. He laughs nervously “ T-T-That’s not what I was going to say,” he stammers. “Okay then big shot, what the fuck were you going to say, if it wasn’t anal?” Silence hovers between them for some moments.
Mistaken insecurities, given to waters not rode, we fly, suffocated excitement, horrors undone by mirrors ignored, see the reflection, for his eyes are empty, yet his body is full, a walking disease, my monster in open waters, see me, sacrifice the silence for a bitter winter, while next year, we will start again, with the […]
Fluid ounces, building blocks, we sow the seeds, we bleed the flock, mistakes are made in tandem, you deliver a sacrifice, while I look forward to the second life, pour the fluid, drink it down, replicate the pleasure, fake it, failure is a mirror best reflected upon, see me, see my self, see my hate […]
My muse of wickedness, how subtle you simmer in the sin of your own flesh, eyes worn thin, a smile crooked and wide, pulsating flashes, fleeting moments when tears were hidden, we few of madness, we suckers succumb to disease swept from the sun, a vanquished enemy, a red tongue, have my memories, light my […]
Flow the songs of madness as my blood runs cold, sticky intent, fools gold, my sickness now yours, my grave unmarked as the hole is bigger than the football field played in as children, bask in the darkness, farewell to the flesh, a mirror is my forgiveness, a lasting nothingness set free, forgive, my self […]
“But it had to be, nothing has changed, it’s the same video you watched before, right?” “I guess. It looks the same, except for this, that wasn’t there before, or…” “You just said it’s the same, so it must be. If it wasn’t the same, then don’t say it is!”
“D-D-Do you think tomorrow will be w-w-worth it?” “Was yesterday, or today?” “I-I-I, I don’t know.” “Then yes, tomorrow is always worth the dare if you are unsure if that which has come before was worth the rising of the sun.” “T-T-That’s not what I meant.” “What did you mean?”
“You want what they have, but it matters little if it’s real or fake, yet your whole life is a lie to some degree.” “I wouldn’t say it’s a lie, maybe a half truth trapped within the confines of a wishy-washy society.” David smiles, “You make my cock so hard!”
Watch how wide it opens, as the world around us die, as the sun, the stars slowly burn away, we run, we whisper towards the end, seeing the darkness become our normality, a victim of stupidity, a questionable ending, a lie, told through the lips of the most trustworthy face, how can eyes deceive, when […]
Sounding boards around my eyes, blinkers flashing before my ears, down is around, up is beneath the ground, we are breaking, fires burn underwater, stigmata on my hand, crosses on my lawn, we are impostors, we are all pretend, stay, slip away, there is nothing new, there is nothing old, there is only the decay […]
It’s eyes judge from the corner of your room, proclaiming your pittance, subjecting you to your sin, tomorrow it will stand there again, mocking you, displaying what you have done, a punishment made only for you, by your own hands, for a sin cannot be undone, when the knife is trapped within its chest…
Dig the hole to bury the past, let it rot in a box of dirt, decaying, returning from whence it came, the body of flesh, the carcass, the sin, let it decompose into the land, let it give life to something new, something that it cannot undo, as it did you…
Feel for me, I’m slipping in, I’m drowning, beneath the world that’s dying, feel my skin, feel it peel right back, the flesh within, it’s taking me, away from you, a dream empty, my eyes ashes now, I’m blind, I can’t see, I can’t feel the flesh peeling back, it’s taking me, away from you, […]
Defective concessions, invading our connections, vampires within us, draining each other dry, a mirror of intimacy, bathed in the static of our insanity, as we scream silently, our eyes, tell the lies, for within the god you think you may be, is eaten away by the devil you are inside…
The torch cuts through the darkness like a knife as he searches the mountain of boxes, desperately trying to locate the box that will bring this idiotic endeavour to a climactic end. “Just one day,” he hisses to himself as his eyes glide across the never-ending boxes like a kaleidoscope…
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 