The Twisted Roads To My Madness
The candle gently flickers in the breeze at first, before the winds come down upon it like a violent storm, relentlessly thrusting itself at the small flame. He casts a fevered glace over to her, and then back at the flame. “Do you see now? Do you finally understand it?”
Stay classy, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? I mean seriously, when some fucking numb skull gives you a wink and says, stay classy kid, how the fuck are you supposed to take it? I guess to really understand the meaning behind something, you really have to know what sort of situation it […]
“West was where they told me to head, but I knew it was a trap.” he says as he slowly runs a finger over the rim of the glass, allowing his flesh to drink the cold water into the deep crevasses that twist and turn their way across his flesh.
“Of course I understand,” she says with a bemused smile upon her lips. “But you realise if this goes ahead. If the world needs to see with their own eyes what has happened, it will rest upon your shoulders to usher in that factoid.” He raises an eyebrow in wonderment and twists his lips in […]
The knife twists perilously in the air, ever driving downwards, towards the already blood stained rather below it. With exhausted eyes and a reflex long shot, Jarmil watches as the knife digs into the soil, and sucks in his last breath as a powerful hand rests itself upon his shoulder.
“That’s what I mean Damon, you can’t be trusted.” she says with a evil grin upon her face. “I didn’t realise it was a negative.” “You wouldn’t, your kind never do.” “My kind? Are you shoehorning me into a category?” “If I could, I’d shove you in something far finer!”
The blade digs into the flesh, tearing at it like a newborn baby does its mothers teats. He lets out a gargled cry for help, while he helplessly stares into her glee filled eyes. “W-W-Why?” he stammers. “Sometimes there is no way lover, sometimes it is just what it is.”
“So you tell me that now, when we have grow close. Why couldn’t you have said something earlier, like real early. Before I…” “Before you what?” he asks with a bemused smile upon his face. “Before I actually started to like you!” He laughs softly, “So you do like me!”
A walnut brown, twisted frame, hard bodied surfer, semen stains shorts, blisters on the palms of hands. surgical percussion, transgender lies, mythical bathtubs falling from the sky, wanting wisdom, while believing lies, whispered words of intimacy, an exit turned into an entrance, friendships lost, weathered worn, my eyes darkened, forgiveness nevermore….
Dollars for the insults, with pennies for the clowns, a Wednesday worthy of substance, a substance unworthy to be found, hallowed fortress given strength, a watched kettle on the fritz, my name dragged through the sand, a witness gone missing never to be found, your fondness was a virtue, but my blade was too quick, […]
They stand staring out of the doorway, mesmerised at the nothingness that quietly sits before then. “Do you think it’s true? Do you think what it said holds even half a truth?” He snarls, bering his teeth like a rabid animal. “If you don’t want to answer the question, don’t!”
A showdown of the former self, wisdom lost in the snow of serendipity, we perfect false realities upon ourselves, hiding even deeper than before, a mirror held before you, a window broken now, eyes are holes we see through, our mouths through lies are told, sin is given like candy, perfection is the painting, life […]
When I was a child, who knew nothing of the world, a child of ignorance, a child without care, the world moved forward, and time ticked as well, life became a masterpiece, life became a lie, lost in the ignorance of the child, who is not to helpless to care, struggling as an adult, cracking […]
“It’s a frost you fool, nothing more, nothing less. Had you looked over the itinerary before hand, you would’ve know that then, not now.” he growls through gritted teeth. “To do that, I’d have to know what was happening before hand, instead on the fly?” “You’d say anything, wouldn’t you!”
The door was locked and the room was empty, the woman says she has made her own hair, fill the space with what is lost, whisper in silence for you to see, because you know that it is blind, can I think the same, do you want me to see, when you are already unable […]
Within the darkness a deafness starts, regurgitated from a story past, told without the real names said, a deed of dastardliness was performed, piled upon the old and new, buried beneath galvanised flesh, vindictive processes, flatulent and forty, feeble and alone, a mirror masked in indifference, a lie standing within the truth, see the mirror […]
Windows to the soul, a twisted road to the sin of who is hiding within, all those dreams I had when I was you, all the images bad and shiny, blackening my door, holding me at bay from the world beyond me, locking my eyes away, the mirror fades, the door unlocks, the sickness of […]
Sickness in the lies told, a ghost of the past, a mirror of the child I was, a life lost in those eyes, I gave you my all, and then you left me, you saw me for who I was, a pale imitation, a locked doorway without a key, hide the wickedness, bury the hope, […]
He places a hand on top of Sandra’s and squeezes. “How’re you holding up honey?” She nods her head, and smiles softly. “I’m doing okay Papa Joe, how’re you doing with it all?” He shrugs and curls his shaking lips.”Me, I’m looking to kill me some piece of shit traitor!”
He bites blindly down upon his fingernail until it is drenched in a sea of red, then hisses with pain before moving onto the next finger, repeating the process again. “Can I try some?” a voice asks. He stops and turns to face an older gentleman sitting next to him.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 