wash my floorboards, cleanse the sea, imply an illusion, frolicking free, a moments grace is given, misogynistic fertility, awoken in the early hours, awoken by me, my self sedated, my … Continue reading I Question My Sedation – Twisted Prose

sacrificial not sacrifice, the constant shifting, the blade of a knife, seven sides of a story, sixteen eyes see, a wayward smile, tenure done, tension focused, away we drift upon … Continue reading We Are Insufficient – Twisted Prose

a single malt with a twist of lime, deceiving ventures told with knowing lies, a wisdom broken beneath the skin, an unhappiness seen from the outside looking in, broken beyond … Continue reading Blind Segue – Twisted Prose

a writing not written, a wanting not seen, facsimile smiles, we harbour our fears, and fester our lies, the devil our saviour, a simple restitution, eyes on the prise, cum … Continue reading Wicked Tone – Twisted Prose

sand lined boxes, salt laced drinks, we are the experiments of a dying disease, the human race, not run, not won, a breed pushing towards our own extinction, bleeding eyes, … Continue reading What Was Done Lied None – Twisted Prose

a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me, decided upon by a power trip, wholesome worthless whining, poisoned waters, lies, deceit, we gave all, yet you wanted something else, … Continue reading We Are Not By Association – Twisted Prose

harboured views of a distorted vision, given life by a demented villain, i waged war to the den of thieves, victory continued out of reach, i taught to wield the … Continue reading Whisked Away On A Lie – Twisted Prose

pretend that were dead, for the colour changes there, mystical moments painted in red, sequins glistening in the light, a mirror image, the witches delight, misogynistic infidelity, forward motion, backwards … Continue reading I Sized The See – Twisted Prose

memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me, my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh, searing and stubbornly destroying my everything … Continue reading Play My Tone – Twisted Prose

plastic cries, a wet dreams surprise, my obsession, within depression, knows no end or size, whimsical in nature, defiled inside my squared circle, heartfelt wishing, strangers kissing, divine deviation of … Continue reading Without Within – Twisted Prose

clumsily disconnected, forcibly removed, a future within a decaying box, ashes in the mouth of life, let that pretty smile wash away the tears of a plastic tree, do it … Continue reading Substance Of My Abuse – Twisted Prose

impurities lessen me, the spark of wonder I cannot see, the decay of all things, crest fallen warriors on the road to victory, from a war they’ve already lost, mirrors … Continue reading Insecure Insanity – Twisted Prose

rose covered fields, hands open over the coffin shut, we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves, a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last, breathing underwater as the … Continue reading Green Plastic Flowers – Twisted Prose

twisted demise, sutures over wounds healed, we question when the answers are obvious, love the bad news, regret the new, my fist was full of hate, it found comfort in … Continue reading Painted Windows – Twisted Prose

leather trails along my hide, forsaken grimaces, illuminating wisdom, you cough and I relent, give back not take away, I was lonely when you came, I was lonelier when you … Continue reading Yoghurt Covered Lies – Twisted Prose

sickly sweet with a woven hoof, I lay down beneath the candle wreath, pleasantries aside you give to me, wayward glances lost in substance and abuse, caffeinated nightmares, tailored suits, … Continue reading Woven Pathetic Mess – Twisted Prose

I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside, no warning or ignorance, no standing ovation or cheer, the adult … Continue reading Worms – Twisted Prose

the withered husks of a lesson taught showed me synchronicity was the motionless key, we waded through the sunless snow to find the demonic nest that has taken so many … Continue reading I Saw The Moon Bathed In Blood – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Sequences out of sync, after before I think, a window with no glass, places somewhere nowhere last, wisdom not given or earned, powerful moments, sunsets lost in the darkness of … Continue reading There Is A Separation – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Fear of that fateful curse, a wrinkle in the fabric of self, there is no escaping destiny, for it has been decided before life began, a sordid story of fate … Continue reading Weathered Eyes Look Last – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole