Suffocation from the inside,
as my body slides itself into the next phase,
leaving behind the me I was,
and replacing it with someone who wants to break you,
can’t you see what I’ve become,
can’t you see the truth,
my eyes don’t lie,
I wanna break you open,
and taste your inside,
I want to lie inside you,
I want to be you too,
I want to break you open,
I want to do it,
I want to be bad,
and I want to do it all to you.
Pictures in the sand,
words written with our hands,
letting the moonlight come down,
spreading the word of its name,
giving the gauntlet of desires another run,
looking for the brightest flame,
burning the two ends as one,
joining the inside out,
bathing beneath the sun,
letting the rest play on,
as tomorrow is gone,
and today is all that remains.
Tomorrow it’s gonna be a harder day than today,
the blood still hasn’t dried,
the flesh hasn’t started to decay,
but tomorrow the flies will come,
they’ll eat out your eyes,
they lay their eggs,
tomorrow can’t come,
let’s lock ourselves in today,
let’s go far away,
let’s not sit here and watch our own bodies rot,
laid to rest by our own hands,
a pact of suicidal discoveries,
thrust us into a forever locked in decay.
Let the words bathe you in their intended light,
sing along with them as they dance before you,
drifting into the night,
leading you towards an unknown fate,
a fate less promised,
granted,
to be a silver sea of depression,
while you dance the night away,
as the words bathe you in their intended light,
and lead you towards an ending,
into the night.
Polished roses,
broken windows,
blood on the floorboards,
a hole in her head,
we skip the gravestones,
we see the pain,
the invisible assassin,
the sinner instead,
my mystical pony,
the trigger finger fiend,
your sweet caress,
my blindness,
your caress,
my erection,
let the seed of creation,
wash over your face.
Don’t see my sickness,
for it is beneath me,
don’t stylise my disease,
for it is killing me,
a birth born of solidarity,
a sin created outside the first born,
weathered eyes,
a broken heart,
lies forgiven,
a hate,
my personal suicide.
Tourniquet wrapped in sin,
possession,
perversion,
my justice was not meant to be,
my sin too great,
my life not free,
I took the gun that saw the sun,
I pulled the trigger of my lie,
awake,
asleep,
a focused desire,
a target on your back,
an ending not for me,
a place you go,
where you’re never coming back.
Mistaken insecurities, given to waters not rode, we fly, suffocated excitement, horrors undone by mirrors ignored, see the reflection, for his eyes are empty, yet his body is full, a walking disease, my monster in open waters, see me, sacrifice the silence for a bitter winter, while next year, we will start again, with the executions of today’s hero’s, for they lie to survive…
Fluid ounces, building blocks, we sow the seeds, we bleed the flock, mistakes are made in tandem, you deliver a sacrifice, while I look forward to the second life, pour the fluid, drink it down, replicate the pleasure, fake it, failure is a mirror best reflected upon, see me, see my self, see my hate for the image I portray when I am not who I pretend to be…
My muse of wickedness, how subtle you simmer in the sin of your own flesh, eyes worn thin, a smile crooked and wide, pulsating flashes, fleeting moments when tears were hidden, we few of madness, we suckers succumb to disease swept from the sun, a vanquished enemy, a red tongue, have my memories, light my candle, for the door beckons the guilty, the darkness guides my way through…
Flow the songs of madness as my blood runs cold, sticky intent, fools gold, my sickness now yours, my grave unmarked as the hole is bigger than the football field played in as children, bask in the darkness, farewell to the flesh, a mirror is my forgiveness, a lasting nothingness set free, forgive, my self loathing, my bitter enemy, my isolating companion, my self, me…
Watch how wide it opens, as the world around us die, as the sun, the stars slowly burn away, we run, we whisper towards the end, seeing the darkness become our normality, a victim of stupidity, a questionable ending, a lie, told through the lips of the most trustworthy face, how can eyes deceive, when the stars show no tears, when the falling comes down on you, when the flames die out, when the ending comes for me, does it also come for you?
Sounding boards around my eyes, blinkers flashing before my ears, down is around, up is beneath the ground, we are breaking, fires burn underwater, stigmata on my hand, crosses on my lawn, we are impostors, we are all pretend, stay, slip away, there is nothing new, there is nothing old, there is only the decay of what is, what was, whatever may, my simplistic murder, my rusty cage….
It’s eyes judge from the corner of your room, proclaiming your pittance, subjecting you to your sin, tomorrow it will stand there again, mocking you, displaying what you have done, a punishment made only for you, by your own hands, for a sin cannot be undone, when the knife is trapped within its chest…
Dig the hole to bury the past, let it rot in a box of dirt, decaying, returning from whence it came, the body of flesh, the carcass, the sin, let it decompose into the land, let it give life to something new, something that it cannot undo, as it did you…
Feel for me, I’m slipping in, I’m drowning, beneath the world that’s dying, feel my skin, feel it peel right back, the flesh within, it’s taking me, away from you, a dream empty, my eyes ashes now, I’m blind, I can’t see, I can’t feel the flesh peeling back, it’s taking me, away from you, it’s dragging me, down again, this perfect drug, that is not you…
Defective concessions, invading our connections, vampires within us, draining each other dry, a mirror of intimacy, bathed in the static of our insanity, as we scream silently, our eyes, tell the lies, for within the god you think you may be, is eaten away by the devil you are inside…
She cried, while I watched on, not wanting to be seen, for the time was far from right, my sickness was also my curse, a twisted little lie, a skin suit in which to hide, I toil away like a possessed infant, waiting, wanting, masturbating to the memories locked away in the eyes of my mind, storing her tears, for they lubricate that which ebbs my flow, my inner self, the devil below…
Shadows on a street that has no name, glitter gliding through the snow of memories, forged in what now sounds like a fairytale, figures dancing, blood congealing where it falls, tomorrow is your day to shine, while mine was a yesterday long forgotten, changed by a today locked inside….
Catch me if you can, but don’t catch my disease, for it’s not for you, it’s not even for me, break the walls down and suffocate the insomnia of broken sleep, a nightmare hidden inside ones mind, the monster in your head, fear the beast that torment you night a day, for you are the fear, and you are the saviour of your misguided psyche, as it’s fed my virus, my human disease…