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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:18 pm
Getting Away With Lust... Or Was It Murder...
Give it away,
did you forget what I gave?
Watch my skin turn blue, pale and die,
blood seeping through the floor boards this time.
Poe said it best,
that cringe when you hear the heart beating, while not in your chest.
Thump.
Thumping beneath my facade,
my eyes flicker back as I inhale the poison,
so delicately wove through words of woe.
Murder was never on my mind,
until that fateful night.
I was helplessly watching my crime.
I can't believe how close you were...
This is not my heart beating,
I can't think,
accusations,
nightmares,
no more dreaming.
Lost beneath my love for you,
oh God,
why can't I give it away...
These are my very last visions of love this time,
murdering you a thousand different ways each night,
embedded in my mind.
You craved me like I did you...
Lips locked, crimson gasoline dripping down my neck,
aah sweet release...
Despite the bruises and breaks, I feel that what was once inside of you, me, will always remain broke.
Ssssh...
Be still...
Silence...
Hold on...
Here it comes...
Pounding deep inside, voluptuous little pretty smile.
Adoring eyes of spite.
Turn around,
wrapping arms,
choking,
smothering hate that loves to love the hate.
I can feel your figure as blind as I stand before you,
a powerful man,
bastion of anger.
Silence as you hear my distant thunder, pulsing from under the floor this time.
My heart, gave it all away.
Baby you died today.
Blood and sexual fluids combine,
crimson and white.
Running your self through,
fall forward on that sword.
Can your hands trace my face, feeling that evil mask beneath.
When it comes to me, I love to murder you with lust.
The heart...
Has stopped...
Beating...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:19 pm
A Non-Existent Whisper
Solitude.
Hypnotized state of a dead mind.
Drowning in abuse that outshines the last one who flinched.
Joking, I am just joking... Kidding...
Swallowing water,
gasping for air,
yet it is all here, or was it there?
What was that?
Did you say the walls have eyes?
Hey? Can they hear?
Oh no, the voices inside came alive...
Pay attention this time...
Unwinding wires.
Is that picture frame tilted?
Not my desires.
Let me just... Adjust...
Am I here or over there?
Hey be quiet... I can hear the whispers... They're not there...
Confused.
Yesterday has come once more.
Thumbing through letters that I wrote to myself... Oh I love how devious I am...
No one will ever understand, I love myself, together until the end.
Fast?
Racing thoughts.
Fast?
Weaving and dodging those self destructive thoughts. Just a matter of time I guess before I die in this crash.
Fast?
A destination insanity.
A destination morality.
Fast?
The mirror has smeared my face, why do I see nothing?
The lights are off? No. Can't be...
A monster peers back.
A half cocked smile and red eyes to match.
Demon of all demons, clawing up my spine.
Chewing on my head, my thoughts bleed out as brackish water, drown me in brine.
But... In the end I know that my mind is a monster...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:20 pm
Victory Victory Victory
Smack the television around,
that b***h does nothing but lie,
breeding deceit,
endless bars trying to keep the truth confined.
Smell the bullshit in the air,
blooming on the trees lavender and pink.
The scent of doom,
strangling every chance to climb free,
but we need to push forward,
reach high ground by noon.
Don't give in.
Interchanging false flags,
ascending our misery to the heavens,
little do they know that this day we are the ones who dine victorious!
Do the drugs really dull us down to the point of standing idly by?
Or do they save us from the madness forcing itself upon us?
They will never understand,
this empire is built of sand.
Interchanging minds take control,
thoughts smearing their filthy little hands across our faces,
pushing,
smothering,
forcing us down into submission.
Victory will be ours.
Taste the sweet taste once again.
Like paranoia thinking that their transmissions are just lies wrapped around a subliminal messages red taped and flagged for us to find.
Tides of revolution swell and die,
moving to and fro to the music at hand.
But the mountains we climb just force us to degrade everything we have not,
ashes of the past still burn victory for us.
Oh here it comes once again.
How.
High.
How.
High.
How.
High.
How high will they hang us?
A pulley system of snapping ropes holding up everything that falters.
Force us to degrade,
downsize,
bankrupt.
Is it truly our government who steals from us?
Or is it another lie spun in this ebenflow.
Tangled wires and smoke screen thousand page reports on s**t that means nothing.
Just keeping us trapped in greed,
endless gold piss streaming down your flush red cheeks.
Crimson burning deep under the skin,
open up and drown in the bullshit you voted for.
The tides will come bringing victory for us.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:22 pm
The Creepy Man
Wince at teeth red stained yet still are green.
Paranoia was white washed and shoved behind intrigue.
This was the first mistake to have been found.
Swing those hands around violently,
hay makers and desperate screams.
Touching and feeling never felt so good.
Biting and degrading morals, raping everything you wanted to save.
He was there,
there was nothing you could of done, he was there waiting to force his love.
"They do not understand us.
They will start believing in us.
They will not run from us.
I will carve my name in their flesh making them pay the toll for us."
Another scene,
some more mean intentions.
Flash of gold dancing with evergreen.
His silver tongue spun a web of security,
in a world of pigs they stood above all.
Puppeteering free will which they charge us for.
Manipulation of fate.
This was epic mistake number two.
For each one of us,
except you and I,
we will be the ones to pay for us, the devils game of life.
"Ignorant fools bow down before us.
Ignorant fool give us everything you own.
Ignorant world just spread her legs for our exploitation.
We will crush their very souls,
selling them to the devil for his gold."
A face so familiar, loved and keen.
Moments come where shame disappears like snow.
Yet this one is the most crooked and twisted of them all.
Could it be that our time is up?
This was mistake number three and the final one to end this trilogy of the evil that is inside of us.
That face looking back is you.
"Everyone must die sometime,
I am going to get my kicks in before I go.
Everyone owes me something I must take it now.
Everyone knows I am the most crooked one of all.
This is my world now,
this is number one on top and I will hurt you to get what I want.
This is my time and I will utilize every resource even if it is you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:23 pm
Iron Lungs & Broken Spine
Forgo everything you've spoken, the lies you have sewn and told.
Pixilated blood shot eyes,
flickering violently over the punishment you've dealt out,
full house violence over lovers wins this time.
I have never found a use for foundations, letting the infrastructure crumble and falter.
Soulless,
lacking of beauty,
this back breaking work on the world, so ugly,
it consumes me.
Searching for something I've been told I would never find,
Failing heartbeat...
I can hear the ticking of the metronome, staggering beats,
staggering noise that grinds down through my teeth.
Breaking chains and trail blazing but something inside of me is broke.
Sit back with me and you will see...
Heaven is a state of mind,
it drains me just to dream of a peaceful afterlife.
Breathing in unison...
My heart wrapped in velvet,
protect it from myself...
Ache and groan,
pull out the shovel from your soul,
bury it all...
This time I know what is right...
Look over to me as we drift in and out of life, fading back into what can never be...
Helplessly watching it die...
Crumbling to a fine mist of glass,
blowing back in the wind, to me... My visions are crimson...
My eyes,
my eyes bleed from so many visions...
Show me the way to break these chains, please I beg of you,
just leave me dead and broke...
Don't fix what you would never miss...
This is our last time.
Right here....
Right now...
Hollow and stable minded,
I have been drained for the last time...
I will live in unison with the off set ticking, ticking...
ticking...
This is my burden to bear...
My life to live...
My despair...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:24 pm
Remembering The Epic
Today is dark. Tonight is desolate, but my mind lingers on.
Melancholy plays her soothing song.
I lay on my sword,
I promised myself I would never call to faith, should I see myself a liar,
before I begin to pray?
Crying,
crying out loud.
I can feel that hand on my soul,
dragging me with you,
into oblivion my love for you will always warm you through.
Even death can not stifle my being so pure.
Even though I am not alone,
I can't help but feel like I am the only shining star in this universe so hopelessly lost beneath the memories of you I see.
Blowing through the wind, eyes scan the reflecting rain for a trace of that loving face, a smile that would change this all.
Please.
I beg.
Say it was a mistake, speak to me in lies, pull the veil down before my eyes.
But...
There is a way to escape from it all.
Living through this pain, one more tear must fall...
I promise I will dream, dream grand and great, you will always be there, close to my chest, close to what gives me life...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:25 pm
The Unraveling Of The Brilliant Mind
Sparkling in your eyes, such beauty flashing moments passing by.
Can you see what truly writhes beneath the skin? Contorting abstract views on the world.
Horror.
Absolution.
Misdirection.
Ticking that clock mocking you with each moment. - Ticking. It is passing you by.
Your chance to gain control of the reigns, slipping away, grains of sand in the wind, blowing you blinding in deep with in yourself.
Can you feel that tingle down your spine.
Truth and love upon your lips, such a beautiful voice calling out words of an angel.
Was it that bastion of reason that held you together so tight you crumbled from with in?
So sad that unraveling of the brilliant mind.
Hear these words and understand where this has left me standing here as a man.
Alone? Yes. I have no need for compassion, coal black heart inside.
Afraid? No. The fear I have is more along the lines of falling between the lines.
Read my thoughts and never forget that the path of a man is built on that fine line in the sand.
Truth? Always. Know here and now that I align my mind with what I deem proper at the time.
Lies? Always. Aberrations and phantom thoughts of who we wish to be.
This is no cry of contrition.
This is no plea for redemption.
In stasis I remain inside.
While you see this unraveling of the brilliant mind..
Misdirection.
Ticking that clock mocking you with each moment. - Ticking. It is passing you by.
Your chance to gain control of the reigns, slipping away, grains of sand in the wind, blowing you blinding in deep with in yourself.
Can you feel that tingle down your spine.
Truth and love upon your lips, such a beautiful voice calling out words of an angel.
Was it that bastion of reason that held you together so tight you crumbled from with in?
So sad that unraveling of the brilliant mind.
Hear these words and understand where this has left me standing here as a man.
Alone? Yes. I have no need for compassion, coal black heart inside.
Afraid? No. The fear I have is more along the lines of falling between the lines.
Read my thoughts and never forget that the path of a man is built on that fine line in the sand.
Truth? Always. Know here and now that I align my mind with what I deem proper at the time.
Lies? Always. Aberrations and phantom thoughts of who we wish to be.
This is no cry of contrition.
This is no plea for redemption.
In stasis I remain inside.
While you see this unraveling of the brilliant mind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:26 pm
The Dark Side Of The Earth
Saviors of beauty.
What a soul so white and pure,
stained not from the turmoil of our world.
Forgetting all of our cherished promises, this is what makes man.
Stories of a savior.
Visions of a disaster.
On our tongues we lust for vanity, our souls bathe in sinful beauty.
We walk along that shatter trail, staggering between the lesser of moral fights.
Just as long as we come out on top, keep both hands clasped together praying for heavenly greed. Extend to no one that hand of friendship, leave the weak at the bottom, starving poverty, this sounds so absurd.
Yet you cannot deny what makes you man.
Here on our world.
Even on the darkest side of the Earth we still see the sun.
Even on the Hell we call Earth, we can still feel so cold, trapped in a social predatory food-chain.
When it comes time to realize,
open up your eyes and look at the world blind,
so disconnected.
Metaphysical transcendence,
all of our different deities,
melt and blend into a new God.
Somewhere on the dark side of the Earth...
He sings to us a soft and gentle melody.
Trust in no one.
Only believe in me.
We all see through fanaticism as a smoke screen reason to be so full of hate.
We believe it.
Somewhere between the ending and a new beginning maybe someday.
Maybe someday we will see that sun again, on the dark side of the Earth.
Just believe it.
Just be.
Be forever in it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:27 pm
Oubliette
Fallen and the falling down.
Trapped in this cycle of life.
Only a pin p***k of light will shine for me.
I can hear the pulse of the world as it passes me by.
Trapped and depraved of a soul.
This is a place built inside of you.
Tonight I see the moon light shining so vividly.
Not a wicked heartbeats contempt for me inside of my oubliette.
Give me a hand to the surface once more, I have fallen down.
But still I feel the invisible hand of solitude pulling me under.
Falling and falling down.
Forget me tonight, the light of your soul I can see shining through the bars of my self created prison.
Maybe someday you will understand why I stand divided in my mind.
All to soon we will come face to face in the darkest parts of the mind.
This is where you will see me standing with my eyes closed forever locked away in my oubliette.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:28 pm
Bleach & Lye: Prelude
Darling how can your heart be so black. Why did you leave me alone.
There must be lies underneath, I can see the emptiness beneath your skin. I must find out for sure. Does your heart still beat for me, or is that just my mind telling me things. I still remember your smile. Emerald eyes filled with dreams. A cold gaze that I still can see. Hatred and misguided love believe that she will be there for me.
You've pushed me deep beneath the water.
Just another breath would save me from believing in you.
Gasp and scream as the pain weighs down on you. Your face is growing so blue.
Choking on another breath would give you another chance at life.
My mind tells me otherwise.
Feel the contempt I have for you.
I killed you tonight.
I will not repent
I must have your eyes. I want your gaze of love. The only thing that fills the hunger inside.
My pain is born again.
Your love alone cannot tame the evil inside.
I must have the memories placed in glass.
Youth has always told us lies. Never again will I look into their eyes.
Filthy disgusting lies.
You've pushed me deep beneath the water.
Just another breath would save me from believing in you.
Gasp and scream as the pain weighs down on you. Your face is growing so blue.
Choking on another breath would give you another chance at life.
My mind tells me otherwise.
Feel the contempt I have for you.
I killed you tonight.
I will not repent
Love is not meant for me. I am so blind and full of agony. My life has slipped from me.
Why cant you look at me.
What I have done will never end.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:29 pm
Bleach & Lye
Smacked out - One last hit of the night.
A cold and ruthless chemical buzz.
My skins alive - Hands stained from their cries.
I love the crime.
The dead once more become wise as I was em' in lye.
Slipping through the cracks and shadows.
I can feel the absence growing hollow.
I tell lies to calm hysteria.
Collect the eyes and bleach their features.
No more reasons.
Not now - Not forever
Deep inside hate the being in the mirror.
Bleach and lye burn and blister.
Tossing nightmares claw beneath you.
Hold on against paranoia - Watch it beat you.
Twist my words to fit the crime, hear me breathe deep.
As the blisters mark my hands, as the flesh from your face falls white with death.
I have one more table set for two.
Save your story for someone who cares, your name will never be known.
Ulterior motives lie.
Tossing nightmares. - Bleach and Lye.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:29 pm
Bleach & Lye: Part II
Scream as the white of eyes turn away quietly.
(Such revolting eyes - So many disgusting eyes.)
We've all come to see this side of truth.
Laid out on a cold slab.
Declare a victim.
(How coy of you.)
Listen quietly as the same laughs you hear were the ones that promised lies of life.
The very last one to see your youth flush with life.
Was I your very last kiss goodbye?
Forget the meaning of empathy.
The aberrant voices still persist in haunting screams.
Hollow whispers.
(The muse would never tell.)
Lips of God.
(We will rot in Hell)
This is such a wonderful disease.
(A sickness fueled by her hideous pathetic screams.)
Such putrid eyes.
(Her disgusting lies.)
Silence.
Folded hands never show point to the crime.
A soft sound that soon comes to tear us all down.
It's eating us inside.
Pues of pain caress the truthful rantings.
No one is listening as life was laid to rest.
Forget the meaning of empathy.
The aberrant voices still persist in haunting screams.
Hollow whispers.
(The muse would never tell.)
Lips of God.
(We will rot in Hell)
Bleach and lye burn and blister.
Tossing nightmares claw beneath you.
Hold on against paranoia - Watch it beat you.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:30 pm
Bleach & Lye: Part III
Circumincession as thoughts smear.
Her soft hands break over glass and dull mirrors.
I am her fatalism at work.
Wring out and contort her ever pleasure.
(One at a time.)
Memorize everyone of her faces.
With those gaping black holes flooding out liquid lies.
I am no monster.
(A heart still beats deep- Not yet dead inside.)
Forget the meaning of morality.
I am above it all, I will rise above it all.
You keep looking through the glass.
As if I was a child.
Pushing my madness into a deeper Hell.
The sickness in your eyes.
Drowning you in bleach.
(Inhaling the burn of your cries.)
I am content watching you die.
Rack her up.
(A saint like pose.)
Her starving ribs will soon be robbed of flesh.
Her screams are just as clear as the crows at light.
I see her beauty from her eyes in the palm of my hand.
Flood out the infection.
(Rotting cupids damn arrow.)
A sick twist in her smile.
You keep looking through the glass.
As if I was a child.
Pushing my madness into a deeper Hell.
The sickness in your eyes.
Drowning you in bleach.
(Inhaling the burn of your cries.)
I am content watching you die.
Forget the meaning of empathy.
Her aberrant voices still persist in haunting screams.
Hollow whispers.
(The muse could never tell.)
Lips of God.
(We will rot in Hell)
b***h you ******** lie.
This time I will axe you all alive.
(Feel my anger take everything that makes you whole.)
No part will be found.
No hand to point me out.
No legs for you to crawl to God.
Your eyes will always remain mine.
Bleach and lye burn and blister.
Tossing nightmares claw beneath ME.
Hold on against paranoia - WATCH IT EAT ME ALIVE.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:31 pm
Bleach & Lye: Part IV
They say the first one is the best one.
I can feel the callouses in my hand crack and break.
Wringing out the life from those voluptuous lips, I can't see your smile my dear.
I promise I will make it quick.
The tools of my trade are cheap. I need a gallon of bleach and a very polite and sharp knife.
I can still feel that deep and damp rain that keeps on trickling down.
My knife burns the flesh, skull cracked on the pavement from that fall so high.
No matter where you go, I will always be behind your eyes.
All roads end in the same way back to me.
Slipping through the cracks and shadows.
I can feel the absence growing hollow.
I tell lies to calm hysteria.
Collect the eyes and bleach their features.
So who are these people? What do I do when they scream for mercy?
Well for all purposes and intentions I have no plans on letting them go.
I wish they could see what I see.
I will repeat my firm beliefs as I dig them into the ground.
All of their promises they left behind.
So slow, how slow? I will let your lungs burn underneath a plastic wrapped chemical bag.
Bleaching the screams deep and down, letting those words come out clean and profound.
Forget the meaning of empathy.
The aberrant voices still persist in haunting screams.
Hollow whispers.
(The muse could never tell.)
Lips of God.
(We will rot in Hell)
So close and, so close... Hold on.
You're just a manikin for my twisted games, I will make you so beautiful.
All this time you could never see, just how... I feel.
You keep looking through the glass.
As if I was a child.
Pushing my madness into a deeper Hell.
The sickness in your eyes.
Drowning you in bleach.
(Inhaling the burn of your cries.)
I am content watching you die.
Lies.
Bleach and lye.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:32 pm
So Hollow Is That Winter Snow
I don't remember how I have come to remain so cold.
I have never given myself a way to climb from this hollow cold hole, my grave.
Like the winter snow.
Like the coldest winter snow.
I drown alone.
Freezing under the pain.
Pain of letting her go.
Watching the souls come fluttering down, cast in white.
Whispering little lies as they sting the flesh that has scarred up since yesterday.
Was it worth it to dream of crystal clear nights, her warmth melting me deep inside.
Escaping me like the prettiest of snowflakes, so close with in my grasp, yet she just seems to slip away.
Moments melt away like the shade.
She is the dawn to my demise.
Cold and unforgiving winter snow, so hollow.
Nothing can be said for sure, I think she drowned that day.
Her tears, washing all that pain down those flush cheeks.
I wish I could be the hand to wipe them away.
They fall so gently from grace, her beautiful face, turning into snow.
No one would ever know.
That she was the reason for this winter, so cold.
Like the coldest of winter days.
I can never remember how I let her down, failure of all failures fighting to never fail her.
Like the coldest winter snow, so hollow.
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