The Twisted Roads To My Madness
….“A plan is only as good as its desired ending, and if you don’t have a thoroughly thought out ending, you’re in danger of having a bad day all round. Now, I don’t say this just to be a buzz kill, I say it because not only are you without a focused outcome, but without […]
….“We didn’t choose you man, fate did, we just showed up.” he says with a callous grin. “See, for me, you could’ve been anyone, from anywhere, and we still would’ve jumped you like we just did. Unfortunately for you, as fate would have it, you weren’t, you were you, but we are still us.” Clyde […]
woven flesh, sewn up dreams, a cut here, a cut there, blood everywhere, my sweet denial, my dying queen, the lies we told each other, the cries we hold dear, purpose built betrayal, dirt turned, holes filled, not sexual, but sensual, you foretold me, I broke you, blind, but we see…
….Fish after fish hit the ground, twitching and twerking their way across the car park until there are a thousand or more flopping around on the bitumen. Then as suddenly as it all started, the clouds filter away and the sun beats itself down upon the homeless fish, while Joseph and Keaton stand before it […]
A frozen winter, waves within the sea, last rites given, a widow behind me, a broken heart cut in two, as the devil asked of me, a bet, a payment, a deal wagered in the wisdom of tomorrow, resistant was not my game, he severed the connection, remade my shape, flesh roasted on the skin […]
As the sun sets, and the stars rise, I see a difference in your eyes, an emptiness I cannot deny, and then I stop, a look again, and see the image of another me, standing before me, being me for me, while I am nothing, I am a tree, a plastic something, setting, while the […]
….“That’s when I awoke from the dream that had been my life, and saw through new eyes, eyes that had seen this moment of clarity, and I knew then and there, that there was more for me than just what I had.” he says as he rifles around in the duffel bag that sits open […]
Broken, but not stained, the hardened manhood, flaccid days are gone, wooden structures, built against the grain, a goat, a deer, my seaman smeared across your face, die in the digestion, of a place not named, perform my ritual, swallow not spit, regret, forget, forgotten, a name lost, but carved in my chest…
….“The quotation was forward to you as a request, not a suggestion. You required work to be performed, and I require a costing more f said work. If we cannot meet at this halfway point as originally agreed, then I shall be forced to take my business elsewhere.” Savo grunts through a mouth tightly clenched. […]
A single task given a new world mask, hidden in sight, plain and free, poser with a chip to focus, lies upon the system of a uniformed silence, I asked to give it, yet never received it, purpose driven, without a hope, we paved the way, while the path was lost, a cracked egg shell […]
The dawn gave me eyes that life had failed to see, a wisdom of nothingness, a sea of thankless tries, I asked, but yet yearned to know, purposed for the heartless, while the open door of willingness was shut, haggard whore, sinister bore, I questioned to last, without seeing the first, rot, rotten, letters added, […]
….He looks uncomfortably back to the sea of dead cars that litter the road before them, and bites down on his bottom lip. “What’s wrong Stewie, y-you know I didn’t mean anything by it, right? I-I-I, I would’ve died a long time ago if it w-wasn’t for you, y-you know that, don’t you?” He turns […]
….“HOW GOD DAMN LONG ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME SIT HERE WAITING FOR YOU MCROY!” Donovan cries out from behind his makeshift shelter. “TILL YOU DIE OF OLD AGE, YOU SLACKED JAWED OLD BASTARD! AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, I AIN’T THE ONE HIDING YA PUSSY! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I AM! YOU’RE THE ONE […]
Dying to die, living to live, I asked the question of those around me, but their hand stayed, their hate no reprieve, my emptiness suffocating me, my release not mine to give, I cant escape the walls of living, for the world makes it not so, yet the flesh that houses my spirit, weak and […]
sail down to the city, where my name is none, see the lights, bleed the devils son, a hunt impossible, a sea of cum, worshipping whores of sexual flavours, a system, a sum, polarising insanity, incessant lies given life, names told, cries held, sinners of a different cult, brothers, sisters, mothers and sons, purpose driven […]
I lost the thought, to know the name, of my reflective self, an image of me, his face all twisted, his eyes empty, a blissful existence, of someone not me, a hidden self, only I could see, answers lost in the insanity, of forever spoken, the mirror broken, but whole to me, for it was […]
A sparrow, it was I think, the devils bird, lost in ink, we scoured through, we searched the night. we wish, the wish, not of the light, I wanted more, but it had less to give, a burden life was, my gift, was its release…
….“We who craft the delicate pathways between heaven and hell, are the same beings that sever those cords and leave the unworthy to rot midstream, as you now do.” she says with wide uncaring eyes scourging Bethany’s very being with their glare. “But do not think me heartless, for that is not the case, it […]
….“You ain’t the shit!” Devon spits through clenched teeth as he tries to fight his way out of their grip, as he glares hatefully at the smiling Leon. “Fact is boy,” Leon says with a curl of his tongue as he dips the tips of his fingers in Holly’s blood and rises back to his […]
….“Did I know she was going to do that, is that what you’re asking?” Kyle says as he looks up across the table with sorrow filled eyes, clumsily playing with the handcuffs that are tightly locked around his blood-stained wrists. “No, no I didn’t think that thought even entered my head. I was t-thinking about […]
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 