Tag: FOWC

Poor twisted me, poor twisted you, carved my name on the insides of your brain, cut the flesh with little to no care, serendipitously malfunctioning through each twisted moment into the next, surrounding, surrendering, suffocating everything that was and could be, flimsy facts lost in the night, like an eighties saxophone moment in a soft rock anthem, languishing beneath an ending already written, poor twisted me, poor twisted you, carved my name inside your brain, forced myself upon a frail version of who you thought you were, taste my seed as it impregnates your insides, for while your body withers away, my being grows, poor twisted me, poor twisted you….

The wicked man loses sight of all the in-between that slowly slips away and instead focuses his hate on the failings of all a twisted flower before him, slowly the flower wilt as the man wickedly scolds the dying plant with all his sickly sins, forcing the flower to burden itself with his undoings as it battles for life, but with no sun or water it slowly falls within itself as the twisted mans hate burns a new level of disgust into the flowers once beautiful form, then, as it takes its last moment the man so wicked curses it once more with his hate, for he never deserved the flower so grand, but his hate, his jealousy, proclaimed across the skies that neither could any other, and then he left, looking for a new flower to suffocate, that wicked man with no remorse…

Subtle hits of salt and vinegar explore my nose as my hands drive flesh beneath my nails, sunlight burns like the heart of a flame while destiny sings its wicked song, acrobatic humanoids dance with skill, balancing on rope across the sky, scissors without remorse powerfully cut the rope into separate strands like hair, slowly death drags them downward, as graceful dainty fingers clutch desperately at the air, dissolving into nothingness as bones snap through flesh, tearing, ripping, screaming, followed by silence before the crowd erupts into wild cheers of excitement, turn slowly they disappear back to where they come and the tent comes down as the show moves onto the next town, looking for its next victims, looking for the next sacrificial sacrifice upon the altar of immortality it so desperately seeks…..

Happiness in a divided regurgitation, splatterEd across the floors of sarcasm, while the flag of disgust flies proudly from the throbbing erection of what was and will never be, throw the wind of never could into the vast emptiness of vivid dreams and see what births, seclusion of the wicked, inclusion of the bold, foresee patterns of violence, foresee an ending in blood, divine endings, stories be told, a religious proclamation, a new god is born from the scars across my chest, reverberate the silence as I slash the glass across my flesh, feel my power, feel it drain beneath my feet, as a river grows to wash everyone away…

Secluded signs masked in a battery of hate and shit, misshapen scars beneath the flesh that wraps around my tired bones, liberal explanations given for a lie that was far from perfect, satisfaction be damned in this insignificant proclamation of whimsical variations, signs shorn in the flesh with blades of steel, forgive the turbulent journey, let the seal release as the door beneath is given tenure, and the new suffering is identified, for though this flaccid flesh lingering morsel may be what has escape into the next chamber, it is far from what will remain after…

Within the withered thing I call myself, I am a lost shadow of nothingness, broken in the forever of a loneliness created by self, as the river of dreams lost drowns me beneath the hate of my own insecurities, scream upon deaf ears, cry with eyes filled with empty tears, hate within the hate of simplistic hate, fear words with greater hesitation, sin for those that hold no power over their own desires, crave an opening, drain the completeness, take back what is broken, see the signal, dine upon tonight…

Subliminal messages burrowing in my brain, circulating around and around like wasps at a child’s birthday party, violent upheavals discrimination nothing selfishly subtracted from the sins of a dying breath, scream subsequently at the darkness as it slithers it’s horrible hand into your nether regions, suffering times the departure of my existence, resend, rewind, request a forgiveness of time stolen by the lonely serpent that swallowed all I was as the world ended…

Stuck like a fly within the spider’s web, discolouration between the purples and reds, dissecting the words that were said, hating the images that dance in my head, violations of my imagination, an impurity inbreed, seclusion, delusions, words unsaid, a dance, a movement, simplicity of the undead, let the shadows rise as the daylight falls, insanity, madness, we fear them all, hidden within my schizophrenia is my sanity, my self, my child like soul, forgiveness within reach, but lies told by all…

Fight! Fight! Fight! Tear the flesh away as you reveal the hidden thing beneath the skin, a monster who’s here only for me, awash in the blood of a wasted life, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with arms open wide, free from decades of malfunctioning binds, projecting my image across the skies, masking my truths in your lies, painting messages across the empty walls of your mind, leaving my mark across your face, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with a knife in my hand, can’t you see, this is me, wanting to take back what you have taken from me, can’t you see, can’t you see, this was me, this was my forever, this is my knife, this was yours life, because this is a fight! Fight! Fight! This is a fight! Fight! Fight!

Stereo sound roaring in my ears, discomfort disconnects the feeling that transcends fear is with what was, pittance for a morsel of insanity bathed in the winds of resentment, pacify the unbelievers with words suffocating the downtrodden, can’t you hear my cries? I’m being eaten alive by my own self loathing, hesitate me, fucking hate me, obliterating what is with what was and never could be, shadows of a mirror, believe in me, see me, hear me, suffocate me, believe me, kill me! KILL ME! KILL ME!

Kill the father of the beast, poison the child and watch it scatter, find the bitch that carried it for an eternity before it was time to birth it into this fucked up world and bleed her dry, capture the sinner, prepare them for death, suck the marrow from their bones for dinner, twisting and turning we bend further downward towards a forever that never was, sinister, segregate, make the demon bastard pay, drown them all in its blood, hold them under, let them kick, forever never seemed like it ever could until death knocked on my door and took everything but me, for now I see, for now I be, and you death, will face the hand of man…

Watch the waves wash away the twinkle in my eyes, a sadness malformed within the complexities of an imaginary insanity lost beneath the madness of forthright convictions, salivate the sadness of tomorrow, signify what mistakes will be when they are yet to be that, break the mood that would be filled with a sack full of bastard children, obliterating truths with lies dipped in the shadows of a goodness that once called itself hope, forget what you came here for and turn back the hands of what can be for time, is nothing other than a trail from what was, to what is.

With no intention the segregation is designated, victimised insanity lost in the innocence of forever, yesterday’s insignificant mistakes twist into today’s grievances, topple the kingdom built upon the suffering, entice the eccentric landlord of thy own demise with candy and chocolate covered shit, replicate and reciprocate a lie, fornicate with those who are not yours, while yours withers in the pain of ignorance you built around what is and never was, show us now as you prove scruples are lacked, witness how your morals dissolve, the bidding of a shadow, the suffering of your soul, forever to be a stain upon all that it touches, for when you neglect the apple it will rot  in your hand…

Keep the curve well oiled as the wall falls before us, decide how it ends and let the darkness swallow those unwilling to meet their own suffering, then dwell in the suffocating of those who truly ingest inside themselves with a glee trodden ignorance of the inner brilliance of insignificance, decoration to those who see only the face value of their charms and lies, disguised by the regret of medication taken to push down what is, not what could be, the value not whole, the sale not complete, oil the curve, avoid the downfall, suffocate the innocent so the guilt can survive, turn the blunt knife into the cowards who try to live by a lie of ignorance who they pathetically are…

Scratching at my insides, wanting out, my leper, my messiah, my scars inside, thrashing about like a demented child, killing animals and playing with fire, my disgusting insides like an overused vagina, scratching at my insides, wanting out, my leper, my messiah, my scars inside, blood washes over me from above where I can’t see, dominion within the house of the bloody devil, gestation of the Antichrist, visitation from an angel, pins and forks within, like a demented child playing with fire, my scars, my messiah, my pathetic shadow, my mirror to the inside…