AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR
He bites blindly down upon his fingernail until it is drenched in a sea of red, then hisses with pain before moving onto the next finger, repeating the process again.
“Can I try some?” a voice asks.
He stops and turns to face an older gentleman sitting next to him.
Day breaks and the sound ends,
the last song plays again,
a morning,
a bird,
hijacking terrorists given cause to fight,
we see a window,
we bury our dead,
wait and watch,
see the flowers grow,
watch them open up and spread themselves over,
the open air,
sedation,
segregation,
watch the waves of madness,
tears of happiness,
fleeting moments,
watch the waves of madness,
segregation,
sedation,
sunlight on the water,
blood on the pavement,
see the flowers growing,
a bird,
a morning,
the last song plays again…
Table lords and whores,
freedom told through liars’ eyes,
ideas given as fact,
forgiveness a lie,
wolves hiding while your children are dying,
the fields of our fathers riddled with betrayal,
an infinity away,
stars in their eyes,
how will you die,
foolish desires,
endings unwritten,
the lasting lamenting,
time healing nothing..
The car comes to a sudden stop, and Catherine takes several deep breaths, before casting a nervous glance towards the passenger seat. Simone stares back at her with empty eyes, void of life.
“S-S-Simone?” she stammers, as she slowly reaches out towards her.
“I’m FUCKING dead, I ain’t gonna bite!”
“Last time we saw something like this it was a darker shade of red, not this bright fucking neon shit they’re trying to feed us now!” Morris grumbles as he upends the bowl onto the floor and casts a vicious glance up at Silas.
“You don’t fucking eat, you starve!”
Deluded from a missed opportunity,
dark star lost in the day of obscurity,
a portrait of patriotism soiled in dead flesh,
degrading wisdom,
dying sun,
we are not sharing,
we are not one,
you give yourself,
while i give none,
there is no us,
weathered days,
wintered nights,
lasting longevity in a womb of sin,
forgiven forgotten,
death from within!
Deceptive view points,
misconstrued ways,
my distance is a mystery,
my eyes only look one way,
lopsided arguments,
earth cold and bare,
the reluctance,
the fear,
the thought,
passiveness wasting time,
concentration a lost thought,
we’ll strive,
failure for fortitude,
solid sin,
we crave affection,
the deludes of a scattered soul,
the end..
Picture the blood of a sinner,
see it run free,
a bloodless corpse is found,
a sea of red does it float,
I was not on the rectangle shape before it became less,
I wished I was,
but I never saw it there,
they deviated,
they pretended,
I called your name,
but hearing was long ended,
see the eyes,
watch the jelly spring free,
I was an open book,
that you stopped writing in…
Let me see,
History repeats in a haggard troupe,
venom on the side boards,
blood stuck in their throats,
a blade for all who came,
a swing,
a sway,
a blazing sun scorched in a sea of red,
whimsical washing,
pittance and pillows,
faceless love,
we are devious in our ways,
intent shaded in a mirrorless room,
forgive me,
for I cannot forgive you…
cardinal sin within me,
gripping throats as we’re stuck inside,
watching the world sway from side to side,
desperately looking through closed eyes,
wondering why you didn’t ask for help,
when the world had nothing else to give,
change your ways,
give flight to sight,
open your eyes and see,
sing the song within,
let the sun in,
prisoner no longer,
let me see…
“I envisioned more of a slope, to give it more of an uplifting feeling near the end as it came away from the rest of it all,” he says, as he gestures this way and that way, like a children’s cartoon character.
“So, why’d it end up looking shithouse then?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you the truth about all this, it’s just that I can’t. You see here a man of power and discipline, someone who knows who they are without virtue or sin. But,” he says as he looks down upon the boys, smiling nervously.
He hits the roof with an unstoppable force, tearing through several layers with ease. As he hits the concrete floor blow the air forces itself from his chest, while his body is quickly surrounded by a pool of red.
“BRAVO!” a figure cries out, as he claps his hands enthusiastically.
“I saw it that night. I saw what it was, and I saw what it did. No one believed me then, and no one will believe me now. So away with all your talk of money and lies. Let me continue forward alone with my nightmares.”
“I’ve seen it too.”
We’re going down,
captain lover man,
whistled tunes of sarcasms,
drinking coffee regurgitated by monkeys,
what if the song changes midstream,
washed wisdom,
unfavourable reviews,
sunshine in the Arctic,
a want not given,
a need taken,
spiritual endings delivered by babies crying,
we burn the bridge,
while we’re halfway over it…
Let me see,
cardinal sin within me,
gripping throats as we’re stuck inside,
watching the world sway from side to side,
desperately looking through closed eyes,
wondering why you didn’t ask for help,
when the world had nothing else to give,
change your ways,
give flight to sight,
open your eyes and see,
sing the song within,
let the sun in,
prisoner no longer,
let me see…
Medicated mourning,
holes prepared before the numbers are counted,
a mirror of ordinary,
swallowed by a far fetched plot to disregard and disrespect,
windows cracked open,
riddles made from substitute rules,
a few minutes before the hour,
the wicked widow walks with a slant,
her shadow nonexistent,
her twisted soul unkempt,
silent and lost,
a forgotten moment,
a song sung,
a whisper undone…
Wings degraded by the sun,
as a world ruled by monsters becomes,
I cried for the mothers,
who suffered over the death of their fathers,
those tears dried up as limbs we cauterised,
then fed to the homeless,
starvation of another’s touch,
unbecoming the simplest of playthings,
while the north star shines,
another mother gives birth to their bastard son…
He comes to a halt, still waving a hand wildly over his head, giggling like a school girl to himself, every now and then pointing, and winking at some of the reporters who call out his name, demanding his attention and answer to their important question that must be answered.
“Fur is far better as a clothing accessory, than it is to be growing from your arsehole, so shave it, wax it, cut it off, just don’t keep it growing.”
She blushes brightly and clutches herself tightly.”B-But nature made me that way, so shouldn’t it be?”
“No it should not!”
I salivate to the thought of it,
wetting places untouched for many moons,
lust filled eyes undressing you,
a wasted lie to tell you to,
manipulation of the empty flesh,
chewing the remains of a blackened heart,
secrets giving in foreign tongues,
we hypnotise the conservatives,
rationalising the fevered dreams,
simplify,
mesmerising,
defeating a purpose,
wishing for something,
when there is nothing to see,
hold the tideline,
as we see the blind,
guide the children into a tomorrow,
we can never be part of…