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Sympathizing with Appliances. You open the fridge knowing there is nothing even close to edible inside. Still your muscles reach forward and your fingers grip the greasy handle. You lift the eggshell lid, revealing that all-too-familiar fluorescent hum.
And it strikes you. Like hunger, like envy churning in your gullet. And I realize it, such a strange sentiment. Such a strange concept that the fridge and I had something in common.
Lost Causes and Silver Linings"I don't watch tv." He says as he flicks his cigarette.
Marlboro red's, always.
"Oh..." I mumble
"I'm sorry. I just assumed..." I say,
but I stop
'cause it's all wrong again,
"Go spew your bullshit to someone who's willing to swallow it."
He is acidic yet sympathetic,
soft, always soft.
"Get on with your life..." he pauses with split-second hesitation,
"...and stay the fuck out of mine."
I see concern creasing betwixt his brows, wrinkles of remorse,
And I think maybe, just maybe
he'll miss me
'cause god knows
"I'll miss you..."
"Don't. Just don't."
His words reverberate through my veins; lava cauterizing arteries.
"Why do you insist on making this harder on yourself?
You knew the situation was temporary,
and we aren't even the same people anymore.
I'm not the same anymore...
I'm sorry if you can't understand but that's just how it is.
Penitence.It was sheer magnetism. Gravity.
Some might even call it fate.
When I feel the undesirable pull of death
I follow storm clouds patiently,
waiting for God to release himself.
UntitledIt wasn't outright. It wasn't intentional.
I mean it's not like you meant to but still
here I am
with an "accidental" scalpel
pressed to my underbelly.
Surgical steel threatening my navel.
And I shoulda known better.
Shoulda seen what was coming next.
There's a sickening sloshing flop
as intestines distend from my stomach.
A thud of blood and mud as they saturate into the soil.
I stay to watch the steam of body heat rise up from my organs. Dense vapors dispersing into the morning mist.
And I expected pain or possibly death but there was nothing, a vacancy
"Just a taste..?"
Fangs and a forked tongue
snake in the grass.
"If she is the one you want then go..."
Diseased.I can't think. Something is wrong with my insides. I can feel the twist of intestines strangling my stomach.
It hurts like cancer, like leprosy. Gang-green in my gullet, chemical burns in my bones.
and it's in me
it is me
memories like lava
acidic liquids cauterizing life
Goodbye Means I Love You“How can you be so obtuse?”
Jessica’s eyes look crinkled, contemplative.
Slowly her expression softens, confusion creasing into her facial features.
“What happened to you?”
And I’m silent, staring back at her, blank-faced and stone-still.
Why should I explain it? Why even bother to say sorry? I wouldn’t mean it anyway.
“We need you, ya’ know. The both of us do.”
And for a second I stutter, faltering in resolve.
“You’re the strong one, the practical one. What are we supposed to do without you?”
For a moment I remain undecided, entertaining the thought of giving up,
staying here with my family and friends.
“Jess…you know I can’t. You’ve known for quite some time.”</i>
I pronounce each syllable with intention, trying to force understanding into he
Love and Long DistanceEven if it was me, somehow I feel it wouldn’t be enough. Still… always.
How could I say it?
I could never be
What you want me to
You’d pull me under
Just to save yourself…
So hey, guess what? You’re still not here.
Not that it bothers me.
Not that I believe you’d actually tell the truth anyway.
I am a toy, hardly worth playin’ with.
Too far away, always
And sometimes I feel that you love me,
And and and it is stabbing
because how could I doubt you?
the beauty of an immaculate nightmarei.
I remember the warmth, how it whispered across my skin like an enigma.
A shy silence, a fluttering murmur.
I remember the electricity, static butterflies sparking in my stomach.
An energy quivering, vibrating my organs.
There’s chalk in my skull
I am streaming
whimsical tufts of white
I remember something in the water
like cotton or oxygen
frothing bubbles of fabric
She seemed to prefer clean sheets
sleeping on sterile satin
silken and garish
Still I yearned to look past
the ammonia and immaculate mattress
wanting to love her for who she was
to forget all that she had done.
Googily-eyed pacifist, straining
Always the chopping, butchered
then glued back together.
Almost cruel. Almost.
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
DriftingMarkings on the wall
Burning inside my brain
And driving me insane
I fight and I scream
But it's no use, it seems
Madness will take over
And claim me as a prisioner
SoullessI traded my soul for a little more life
And was given a body that isn't mine.
Now I've been employed by death
To be a gatherer of souls.
I use the one life I was given
To destroy the lives of thousands.
Why did I make such a choice?
I should have let myself die.
I never deserved a second chance.
I never deserved power.
Now I must use it for evil.
There's no good in this world.
Evil has swallowed us whole.
All that's left is rotting souls.
Where is your god?
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
I Can See the Stars They ask me if I'm ready.
I only nod and stand.
Two others hold me steady.
I'm strapped to a metal table.
The straps are tightened so I can't escape,
Of which I'm certainly able.
Suddenly I can see the lights.
My heart is almost giddy.
Soon the other land is in my sights.
I'm wheeled in and almost blinded,
The cotton is placed in my mouth.
In the background, a knob is winded.
A headpiece comes into view,
And is placed on me like a crown.
The pain is soon to come, I know this to be true.
I've prepared myself to fly past mars,
And all too soon the lights go out.
Now I am able to see the stars.
TartarusThe smell of death,
sulfur burns with the air.
As the icy winds,
burns every inch of skin.
Home of the Titans,
and the wicked souls.
The dark abyss,
a dungeon of suffering
For it is a prison,
a true definition of hell.
For that isn't the worst,
not by far.
Tartarus is a God,
as his realm is him.
If you ever fall in,
you will never make it out.
For once you're trapped,
the he will never let you go.
My forest feedsMy forest has no trees,
and why should it?
It's made of limbs
and salt crusted joints.
It is a horrible place,
but it is mine-
the way you soon will be.
GroveWe ran until our legs were no longer weapons,
We hid in the Grove 'til shadows disobeyed our intent.
We sidestepped and dodged, firing back
in bursts of defiance, making one last stand
As threats are made of removing ribs;
My fireworks convey that I've heard enough.
My weapon in hand was her own,
and her words before the battle...
have to go home
Clarity Through Pinhole EyesThis leather-faced beauty, once belonged to me.
Empty-headed nostalgia stained to consciousness. Watch the concrete-chunk agony leak through pin pricked eyelids.
Still she cannot feel it.
Thirsty fingers reaching through the wax rib-flesh. A quiet pleading; smoke curling through the eardrum. Voices taunting
t h o s e h a n d s
To mutilate the most tender, fragile muscle.
Oh and it burns
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