Tag: self gratification

Forget that the night is real, for all you need to know is that this darkness is fulfilling its wanting need, its purpose, suffocating each fighting breath with its hold so tight, a symphony of stars, playing the songs I like, a wetness thick and cold, my body, my me, slipping through the mirror of insipidness into a word that failed to be a reflection of what was, but a world reflecting the darkness of all things into reality, energy disbursing across the endless vastness of reality, birthing the two headed beast of another mirror, birthing the worlds within worlds, not reflecting the lightness, but a world reflecting the darkness of all things into reality, release, fornicate, see the mirror, see who you are without the hindrance of who you was told to be, be, see, fornicate, release, be free to be the me you was always meant to be!

Passive motions hidden in grander illusions that find themselves masked in the forever of the incessant ramblings of a injured animal, stroked beyond contentment, thrust into (FORCED OUT FROM YOUR PATHETIC HOLE!) the face of forgiveness (REGRETS NOT FORGOTTEN, BUT NEITHER REMEMBERED!) see my smile, know my pleasure as you feel your pain (FEEL MY ECSTASY!) summon that which was not given and face the cry of another wisdom given, tomorrow, next week, next year, forever and a day, she’d no tears for we are (THERE IS ONLY ME NO WE!) all (I AM EVERYTHING, I AM ALL, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND KISS YOURSELF GOODBYE!)..

Blind eyes looking for answer not to be found, tears (RIVERS!) flow free like thunderous rain clouds emptying their payload upon the broken earth, twisted (RED) forms jitter to life, converging (REALITY SHIFTING) into something new, something worse (BEAUTIFUL) than anything we could ever envisage (SEE ME FOR WHO I AM!) fear the coming (SEE ME FOR WHAT I AM!) share the fear of my beginnings (KNOW ME FOR WHAT HAVE DONE) wish for something else, wish for anything, wish for release, because there you will find me…

Providence of a stolen minute given to false musings that reflect an accidental yearning (AN ACCIDENTAL YEARNING!) forcing oneself to repeat a moment again and again, gratifying the selfless ness of the moment with a wickedly soiled ginger thrust sharply between wanting parts, seeping with sin of self, back arched, muscles taut, teeth clenched as the finger digs deeper into the fire that will not lay dormant, resistance is futile (FUTILE!) resistance is an undesirable reaction to a moment on ones own hand…

Rate my sickness as it comes from within, (feed me it call) subject the interior of the venomous pit to a taste of saliva and blood, reflect (remember when I ruled your taste buds, remember when I was the only thing inside) succumb to my call, rejoice in my touch (it YEARNS to be held, it YEARNS to flood you with its gift) succumb to my call, rejoice to my thrusts, (taste the staleness of my salt as I have kept it for you) succumb to my call, rejoice in the infinity of my ecstasy, savour in my completeness, for your time will soon be here, soon the darkness of my forever will swallow you as you swallow me…

Midnight rides towards you like a hurricane of unwanted wishes, subjecting (fornication of a twisted sin within your pale princess legs) your very essence with its silent touch (fingers of slimy darkness caressing your parts uncharted) decades of harrowing tales of mistrust and misguided servitude lost in a single (many times over, single is a wicked word lost in a sea of catastrophic memories wiped from the plate that recalls your every movements) moment of deceptive manipulation, befall a beauty, signal for salvation, but accept (for there is no denying) your hand of pittance and share in the violent ending of first yourself, and then the rest of your pathetic followers call humanity…

Dry reaching from listing to you spit those words from your half-open mouth, listening to your scratchy larynx run itself against the hairs that secrete your throat, whispers of fortitude, simplicity of a man-made hell that whimpers from within the bastard that your birthed from the bowels of your own infertile sack of dismay, (faggot!) savages, words full of hate and remorse, sexual promiscuity questioned for no reason other than to drawn pain from others, a move only made by those of weak ilk ($) servitude, pulsating pathways of blood rushing to fulfilment, resonating those final moments without, within….

SUCCUMB TO ME!! (forged within the bowels of all that humanity stupidly evolved from sits the doomed bee keeper tending to his flock with smoke and mirrors hoping that the confusion will keep the weak distracted while the powerful are removed from the field of play so he can continue his weaking rule of those he professes to love yet does nothing but destroy their pale meaningless lives) SUCCUMB TO MY WORDS!! (facilitate the erotic membranes of your genitalia with fingers worn to boney stumps from years of scratching at the door of no rewards, languishing in a self-imposed fetal state, a self-imposed prison of your own making) SUCCUMB TO MY CALL!! (do. you. hear. it?)

Sickness of self-doubt mirrored in their eyes, self-deception hidden in the blade of a knife held against my flesh, splashes (violence has come home again as my shadow self shows no remorse) of red paint the sea beneath me (segregation of self and sin$) bathe in was, suffocating in the now, slipping into the tomorrow of a sadness that leaves me lost, suffocating, suffering, pass unto this, savage, compartmentalise what is and what matters when the (when others don’t) suffering matters little to what matters most, stake your claim, salivate, it’s too late…

I was compromised by the foolishness (self-absorbed lies we tell ourselves) of an unwilling play toy, twisting my fevered dreamed marked by the blood of a virgin sacrificed on the blade I somehow held in my hand (more lies!) the cockroach called for my regurgitated words to be held against me on a trial by fire, there was no time to beg, no care (NO TIME) misery has made its assumption on my fate, my hand had bestowed its denial, my soul (LIAR!) has been cast into eternal damnation for a crime that was not mine (lies slither off your tongue like the waves of a dead sea brushing the beaches of a shore that is slowly eroding away under its salt grasp, hinder your lies and accept the fate YOU desperately deserve!)

Silence if the rotting flesh, insects burrow deep inside, forgiveness a thing for those that live (not I, not I the dead) for those without a breath, for those without a beat, forgives is another word their rotting brain can’t reach, suffering, damnation, scar tissue, for sleeping soundly in a bed of soil is not to be, the devil made that so, and when I speak of that name please know, I mean humanity, for god is just another word we use for ourselves (profanity), but the devil is what we are (sinner hear me true), so blame the devil, and blame the wicked, blame whoever you wish (LIAR) for in the end (ALWAYS) that bitter place, stand only man!

Parlour tricks don’t feed my hate filled soul with the pleasure I so desire, shallow illusions deal nothing of the pain I wish to eviscerate upon your mortality, come take my hand (severed from its twisted Fran) and dance this with my demented caricature, misery (not with the fate of company, not the love of it, but the desire, THE WANT, separate the head from the shoulders with blades as tall as the sky) separate the serpent from the arm of its master, confident saint, severed god, sinners all and more to see than misery (not with the fate of company, not with the love of it, but the desire, THE WANT, so separate the head from the shoulders with blades as tall as the sky)

Dissolve the stitches of aggression as I state at my reflection with hate filled eyes, my stomach (burn the bitches) turns like a boat on a sea of tribulation, my sin sinks deeper within (forward with the saint who sits on my shoulder) blood dried over the scratches of mistaken cowardness (fool), clutch what is left of the water that spirals down the plug hole disappearing like each breath that leaves my chest, sacrifice (a burnt offering) what I can to show your words hurt less (than the back of your hand)

Retrofitted personality given desire by need, food not being just for thought, it sickens (this SICkness) the muddy waters deep below the foot of MANkind, radiating a vibranCY that cleanses the incurable decay of the dead(-ying) flesh that strips itself from the skeletal frame that struggled to move forward with each drawn out step, a far cry from were we (you and I) once stood (do you remember? Do you still feel the touch before the world imploded? Do you still agoniZe over it all, even though this sickness) SICKNESS (robbed me of anything of who I once was, leaving a decaying shell that will forever remind you of a lost moment that you failed to grasp before it all came down around us) you and I….

Muted tones of green and red (mould) finer lines drawn across the surface, blood dried like cement across your face (youreeyesstucktogetherlikethelegaofadirtywhore) seething with rage the eyes of the succulent morsel that perverted it’s own sin to stand tall above the rest wages a war of not words but deeds, deeds dirty and true, deeds layered in the rottenness of forever, see these deeds (feel these deeds in between your legs) for tomorrow’s comings gestate in today’s foreboding light…

Darkness falls with the setting sun but this ain’t no love song, this is a mess of entrails and cum, show the toad (sinners all) fate reveals its shallow call, hollow and dripping with the diseased (useless) seed of man, it screams as its dying breath is drawn a million times over (a billion and more x 4) while the hand of fate keeps stroking faster, draining him of his life-giving (bastard thinks he is the maker of his own kin) essence, removing the segregation from the pool, resetting (realigning) the board to its default mode, removing the sophomore sinner from the food chain, removing his genes from the pool!

A woven epicentre pieced together by rascallion (BETRAYAL) brutes who reason their thoughts against the stuffing of others, doub(dilute)full regalia has below the hashtags sent, withered sin within my costume of hate, (segregation) HATE! words designed to ignite the fire of absolution inside thy gut of anger and ignorance, a pittance for your beliefs, death for your refusal of mine, stay your desires (SEXULIZE) lay not with who you choose, sinner within sin, 5 letters, 5 ways in, cast the vote, sign the form, suffocate the different and protect the mirror images of ones erection as it spills its seed (its semen) across the face of those ithethemhismen(bastard sons of bastard sins) REFUSES to reproduce with…

Birth (death) is a deception forged (CREATED) in a suffering of subdued rhymes gifted with invisible numb3rs lost within thr33 broken panes of glass that tear flesh with delights of a r3dn3ss juicy and free flowing from a skin once untouched by the dirty hand of the sickness that slithers within this grotesque shell I find myself trapped beneath, suffrage of stolen eyes without sight, lost connections giv3n sanctimonious offerings collected like a tax upon civiliZation, a wave, a river with a pointing finger…..

Gritty teeth filled with sand, your voice like a razor blade across a car door, scrapping the rust of countless moments before, SANITyfied with this 3ndl3ss profanity of life, staleness of wickedness, torch(es) held for wavering moment lost (but not forgotten), simplicity of all, nothing, everything, a like for a wink, this is not what is, this is what isn’t! Do you see? (UNDERSTAND) do you understand? (see) blue pages with yellow images, written, lost, found and seen again, for(HATE)give a word said, for(HATE)get a word unsaid…

Please see my sign(s), resort to FOrgiVNess, savage is the end times of what I once called (what I still call) my paranoia, see the flesh fall, witness MY RESSURECTION that is hidden in plain sight, force your eyes OPEN, see salvation in the eyes of those already damned (myhandsalreadyholdtheirsinswithinitstight), don’t feel for me, don’t pity my plight, I AM the master of my night, I sing for my sin TOnight…