The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“P-P-Please, m-my children. T-They’re y-young, k-kids. P-P-Please, let them go.” He stammers, tears running down his face. “You know, it’s too late for anything like that, don’t you? I mean,” he says, as he bends down and lifts a lifeless corpse of a child into his view. “O-OH GOD NO!”
Peel the skin from the bone, then paint the skeleton with all new flesh, give it life and take it away, sin the sin sinned by man, take a life and give it again, slice the knife across its throat, stitch it up, the cut out its heart, give it yours and go back to […]
Burning sickness, within us, becoming us, like a mirror’s reflection, we look, but we are not, a cheap copy of something that was once meant to be human but now resembles a photo, no substance, only flair, this is the grit of another man’s war…
“You think there is a higher purpose for you up there?” A grizzled voice coos from somewhere beyond her vision. With a fevered desperation she tightens her eyes, as she fights against the twisting shutdown that she begun with her own hands. “W-W-Who?” “It’s your mother, are you coming home?”
“Ouch!” Fabian says mockingly. “And this guy is your best friend? Or is he the only one you have?” “S-S-Shut up! BOTH OF YOU!” He yells, as he clenches his hands into fists and spits his words with a venom untouched before by his lips. “I CAN SOLVE YOUR DILEMMA!”
He smiles a toothless grin and squints at her with his cold grey eyes, “I never ENDED up here, I chose to hold my ground at this place, and protect all that was. I sacrificed myself, for everyone else.” She feels a cold shiver run down her spine, and jumps….
A wry smile forms on her lips as she turns to him, and scoffs. “The child wants to be a man now, how surprising, yet enticing. Are you sure you want to do this? I can still turn a blind eye and allow you to leave like you did before.”
“WHY DON’T YOU ALL TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE, IT’LL LAST LONGER!” She bellows, once again throwing herself around like an animated cartoon character, before turning back to him. “Did THAT make you feel better?” “It did actually, so why don’t you stick your attitude up your own arse, you arsehole!”
“I-I-I, I had four brothers and a sister, and we all had our fifteen or so minutes in the bath, sometimes I’d even be allowed to put the telly in there with me, and watch one of my shows. Telly was another addiction I had when I was growing up….”
Jacob storms up to Harry and sticks a finger firmly in his face. “There’s nothing you can DO! You’re not designed for this kind of SHIT! You can’t perform complex medical procedures and you sure as hell can’t stop the injured from dying. You’re just a droid low on power!”
“ARE YOU ALL NOT ENTERTAINED?” He cries, quickly their screams confirm the answer. He turns back to the now pale, motionless Frank and lets out a loud cantankerous laugh. “FORTUNE SHINES UPON THE BRAVE, AND SETS UPON THOSE THAT ARE TOO SCARED TO FACE THE DEMONS THAT PLAGUE OUR WORLD…”
Sinners see me wither, watch me fall into me, a loneliness unforgiving, my hand around the gun, I wish I could tell you a story, of how this day was always going to come, a life dragged in the ruins of a face I once wore, a tear, my dear, a tear, my dear, a […]
The blood still runs, in the foothills of the wastelands we once called home, the war that plagued us, still holds on in vain, depleting what was a happy home, and turning it into a sea of red, we asked forgiveness, we pleaded to be free, a world you’ve left me, a world not for […]
Poetic rhapsody littered with contempt, misconceptions, regrets, a paper boat destined to sink in a bathtub sea, we love, we lie, we sing and we sway, we cough this world away…
Purge my desires, masturbate them clean, I strip my clothes, I defile my flesh, I paint my face with the dying seed, I taste its saltiness, I let it dry and I peel it off, I define my flesh as I once more jerk off…
Simplistic words scrawled onto paper, meaning little, if the feelings are not flowing, a defining moment bathed in placenta, juices mocking the body that fails you, soft lips on a flat face, you sin, you subject yourself, whisper the wish, free the flesh, tomorrow, a dream, haunt yourself from within…
Paint the skies she said, bring the colours out from inside your head, give life to the emptiness before you, share your soul, show this bitter world what you made of, she said, she promised a world of gold, she said she could give me so many things, but I realised in the end, when […]
Petulant child, slippery seed, thrust in the face, of a whore called life, sucked and drained, my life like my balls, forever empty of the life-giving juice, my god like empathetic crescendo no longer a song, for my barrenness now thrust, in the light of beyond…
Fear my spread, touch my might, a vicious fuck you to all mankind, I grow without care, I strike with precise articulation, a puzzle unfolding, a picture now clear, the wisdom of Solomon castrating my fears, I once had a window, now I have a wall, my home now my tomb, my life now….
“The stories tell of this moment. They tell of her death, and how the ending thus began. But they say nothing of you, or I, for we are not even footnotes in her death. So yes, I know shit abou….” He doesn’t get to finish as Charlie pulls the trigger…
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 