The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
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 …
Continue reading "He Who Watched The Star Die – Unhinged Poem"
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 …
Continue reading "Twilight Twists And Turns The Soil Bed – Unhinged Poem"
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 …
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