Tag: tell me

A wickedness ten miles long, a thrusting fish, a tight wet thong,  a longing for something, a right thing so wrong, the nothing of my memory, the sabotaging of a condom, the badgering, the blackmailing, the child in the middle of the mine field, the smoking gun, the bloody knife, the candle stick, the rope and the fucking pipe, the reasons are many, the rooms lost in place, the versions we tell are all incomplete, for the mirror is empty, the eyes are blind, the whispers are many, my hell is where I sleep…

Like a whisper given to a story untold, we are the blood of those that went before ourselves, the bold, the brave, the forgotten, the now old, we are the next wave, the pioneers of our own demise, the destroyers of the miracle that was left behind, for our tomorrow will be forfeited, as the today is too late, while the yesterday is but a memory, within the shadows of a forgotten line…

A wrong that is not even close to being right, a light so dark it’s midnight, watch my words, see the dawn of a winter so cold, a summer relentless in its heat, fire, famine, disease and death, glory be it, blessed are we, the few, the simple, the final two, the inseparable beings, the mirror and me, a hop, a skip, an Armageddon away…

Secluded intention given to fly,  dictating governments, with pornographic content, the internet’s secrets, the true nature of the beast,flooded with pictures of women, naked and free, clogged to capacity with pictures of penises, harder than ever could be, for today is lost in a world of idiocracy, where wisdom’s not given, and stupidity is for free, hate filled rants, peace not given a chance, religions a plenty, love not enough, the icing, the sugar, the cake, the tombstone of what tomorrow could be, the end, the beginning, for you, and for me…

Bruise me with your fists, break me with your will, iron out my insignificance through the glory unto you, build the wall outside my own and show me what I could have, then never let me have it, abuse me, sedate me, hate me, past the horizon of tomorrow, find the star imbedded in my skull, and make it shine red, make it glow, stroke me, make me blow…

Why do you see me, in the tree of pity, within a sea of suffrage, you tower above, while I look below, the tree of knowledge, of tomorrow, after the flow of another mirror, we are, you and I, you and all, nothing more than dust, in a memory of trees, when trees existed, before the fire, burnt them all down, like a memory, like you and me…

Snakes and silver arrows, bloody beaten mindless violence in my eyes, pieces falling from the puzzle that is my mind, experience unstable desires, destroying another life not mine, worshiping a deity that is not your god, suffrage, breathe in the light of deviation, cascading forward, like an animal in the headlights, take a moment, and smile motherfucker, cause the cars going to hit you soon…

Which mirror do you prefer, which darkness is the darkest, bewildered magician, secluded ritual, be mine, see within the smoke of today, long for it, wish that it will see you, forgive me, forget the moment of passion, feel the knife, wish it away, torment me, with your tainted ways, protest the salvation of tomorrow, as you suffer with me today…

Misguided play toy, make the sinner sing, bleed the flesh, mark the scar, break open the intended servitude, want, need, take me, lust over that which you own, wash away the flesh, silence the cries with the knife of skin, subject me, suffocate me, cut me, scar me, make me, replicate me…

A schism of another sun, a blinding light, a burning flame, a licking hot wet tongue wrapping itself around my anus, sucking all I ever was through my shit hole, mocking me for what I am, subjecting me to my own depravities, a wish lost on a worthless breath, a wanting of something better left for dead…

Horrible foe, my mirror self, starring back at me, wishing away the tomorrow, purged of the inner bile, forged in the cataclysmic decay of today, we are few, we are nothing, the flow of a movement is delayed on the indifference of your breath, rotten like your soul, you are my decay, while I am your disease…

It’s arms fall around me like dead eyes starring forward without hope, I cling to what I call life without care, the darkness descends, the endless song begins to sing, I hope for the suffocation of life’s hand, I cry for a deliverance, a witness, a moment, a world, without a friend, a feather without a moments notice as it drifts slowly down, a silence without an end…

I walk with new intentions, with renewed aggression, for I’ve removed the scars across my eyes, I’m ready for you to see the me that you don’t know, now that you’ve kill the me you thought I was, push it down your throat, fight the harshness of suffocation, breathe, not to survive, but to die, breathe, BREATHE, BREATHE!

Succumb to the noose that hangs from the tree of life, for it threatens not only your tomorrow, but the carefree attitude you give today, a threat from life itself, a curse, a promise, no cure, sedate the pain, feed the beast beneath flesh, a farewell of fondness, a kiss on your dying lips, a festival of death, with no tomorrow…..

feed the horseman’s steed with your self esteem, while I regurgitate your obsession, as you eviscerate your deception, lies upon bloody lies told to the mirror of my eyes, the lower you dig, the deep your sin goes, help me, don’t bury me, fuck me, don’t deceive me, love me, don’t become me, my mirror, my reflection, my selfish masterpiece, me…

The jovial beast,

it craved what I stole,

it wanted it back,

it wanted its soul,

but I had changed it into an impossible thing,

once the soul of a child,

was now a corporate whore,

 lost and persuaded,

drugged and raped by all,

a religious event,

now a monumental money spinner for the rich,

so fear me if you dare,

 shield your eyes of the truth,

 let the snow bells jingle,

 let the presents be plentiful,

but know me to be true,

I’ll come for you this year,

and I’ll take more than you want me to…

I note my words of worthiness on the paper before me know they are full of malcontent, I riddle a lie within a god, I sin within a sin of man, quiet are it’s words, as they are screamed at my soul, so you hear the music as it sways, can you feel the beat of the drum ignite, for a nothingness of epicness is drawing near, sullying it’s song with a wickedness so strong the beat cannot resist but tap along, so stay a while, dance with me, hold my hand, and know that I am the lie that sits inside your chest, waiting to die…

a grey mist remains of what was mine before you ran away, soundless moments,  a useless motion,  an emptiness that cannot be contained, an emptiness that cannot be touched, yet it’s felt when you touch me, can’t you see, within the sea of what is and was, that you are something that I can never be, for the mist that remains, is the mist that was the same as me, the mindless drivel of who I can never be, for you see, that within this all, this mist of who I wish you would see me to be, I am not me..

A twisted crescendo bathed in blood, a violent viola swagged in mud, simplicity a weapon, separation a sin, suicidal denial, without a within, structure and purpose, dissolution a disease, rerouted in disillusionment, segregated in sin, your wickedness I saw, your sap I did taste, for tomorrow now yesterday, and today a long way away, forget the past, ignore what will be, as I lay down beside you, as I thrust myself all in, like a river I erode all you are, beneath my seed of sin…