Broken Sacrifices Of Manhood

A warning she said,

that’s what it was,

a glimpse into the future,

without her,

without hope,

I laughed at her,

told her she was mad,

it was a dream,

a scream from my broken mind,

slowing down from a day wrought with stress,

pressure was all it was,

I don’t laugh now,

since it all came true.

Creation Of The Bloated Hangador

You were never a trusted friend,

you never held a place in my heart,

yet you still betrayed me,

you still stole all I was,

even though I never gave it to you,

even though it was never yours,

you bastard,

you fool,

do you realise what you’ve done,

what you made me into,

what you spawned upon this world,

you fain ignorance,

so be it,

meet what you have created,

meet your destruction.

Pronounced Fertilized Eruption

Something wicked,

lurks in the shadows,

something twisted,

is shaping its hate,

something blackened,

is what’s become of its heart,

something evil,

is on its tongue,

something dark,

is taking over me,

something final,

is about to start.

From A Destination Deep Below, They Come For You

Fathoms below your reach,

they spawn,

they grow,

building their kingdom,

strengthening their army,

waiting for the day,

when mankind must fall,

I see your look,

you think I’m mad,

lost all that there was to be had,

but I tell you this truth,

no lies have I ever told,

when they come for us,

I’ll be dead and cold,

long gone from this earth,

but you won’t have the luxury,

and you won’t have a hope.

Teflon Hands On The Stove Top

You seek judgment,

you seek evidence,

you bring destruction to the destroyer,

you wanna hurt me,

you wanna break it,

when deep down inside you wanna be me,

I’m the cause of your affliction,

I’m the holder of your submission,

you come at me,

you better damn well bring your best game,

because I’m not old,

for just no reason,

I’m old because I’m the survivor.

Does It Really Matter

Make me, she said,

make me feel again and it will all be yours.

I didn’t know what this all was,

but it didn’t stop me from trying.

I started slowly,

with a touch,

a caress.

She didn’t even fake interest,

next I kissed her softly,

she showed no signs of temptation,

then I pulled the knife from the table and placed it against her skin.

She looked at me,

there was no fear in her eyes,

she didn’t scream,

she did nothing,

even as I slowly skinned her of her flesh,

she just looked at me as though I wasn’t even there,

and as she bleed to death quietly in front of me I wondered,

what was this all,

and did it really matter?

This Perfect Machine Is Killing Me

Blades of glass,

piercing skin,

tearing open,

the blood within,



draining from its source,

which pumps repeatedly,

without remorse,

this perfect machine,

 this body of mine,

killing me slowly,

its only a matter of time.