Winchester Rides The Shotgun – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Worn and suffocating, a pillar of human madness, a throne of perpetual silence, wisdom comes and goes, words lose translation, dangerous agendas hidden from myself, a mirror reflection, a photo kept, I asked the question with words unrelated, the kiss upon thy forehead, sedation, kindness, asleep at the wheel while the driver keels over, an …

Sacrifice The Saint Stealing Blitzkrieg – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

I whispered in the dark to rid myself of the words unsaid, letting go of the past in hope of something more for me, a fundamental change within myself must rhythmically remove itself from my form, a dance unlike any other, brandishing my heart strings, feathering my nets, a severed hand without fingerprints, my code …

Stop Pretending In Your Head – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

It’s the simple things that matter, not the way you check out but the way you check in, there ain’t no score board when your dead just a new beginning, separate today from tomorrow with a whisper of yesterday and you’ll be partway there, it ain’t an ending, it’s not another chapter, yesterday can’t be …

A Provision Lost Without Rhythm – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Fist clenched drenched in vomit, Handed down the path less void, Boils squeezes to pus filled ends, Rashes spread from foot to head, Vile fiends given fleshy life, Dreams of nightmares taking flight, Wasted lives, Shattered thighs, Bloody stools pushed through arseholes clenched, We think we’re immortal, We think we’re gods, Life comes for us …

Cruel Tactics Warm Cold Hearts – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Septic washes ravaged through the door of sincerity, Bashful smiles flung around so casually, A whimper not a scream, Delicious dreams bathed in strawberries and cream, We are the lost night that burns while the world around us churns ever forward until it’s end, I saw with the eyes planted in my head, The breathless …

Parlay Me A Penance – Wrapped In Words

Suffocating within this withered husk, dying flesh over decaying bones, pain filled days, sweat drenched nights, I self judge, I profess to understand, my body, my killer, deaths wicked hand, skin dressed trickery, a marionette, jazz hands at the ready, let the curtain drop, leave the dying to rot...