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So goddamn lovely.

Even as your breathtaking carcass rots away hanging from the Tree of Life and Death your decaying flesh reeks of fresh picked blueberries and rain bathed spring meadows.

I would give my sense of touch away forever if i could just caress your noose torn neck one final time before your tortured skeleton turns to dust and blows away into the darkness like powdered sugar.......



I am currently having a contest with myself. How many times can the word "Why" rip from my aching throat before my brain collapses in on itself like a detonated skyscraper? Is there a figure large enough to label such an infinite equation? A mathematician demented enough to calculate?



After the screams ended at a little after 3, our souls broke up like shattered light bulbs and joined the others in the inflamed orange sky overhead.

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PAGAN
11:26 Oct 24 2010

You use words perfectly.

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Crippled by rhyme falling through the sinkholes of time and into the core of this worlds discarded rind I just cant help but assume these thoughts of mine are completely out of fucking line.



Did you see my hand switch the glasses?

Try the wine.



Older wiser now nothing but a box full of cobwebbed bones lies here tell me do you fear your aggressors penetrating leer my dear?....



Better let your memories take the wheel sweetheart.

because its their turn to steer.



Youre nothing but a fucking ripoff waste of space lunatic who needs to make himself scarce in front of my person.

All the tiger lilies bend and decay under the eclipsing moon of this newborn terror

I believe in myself but I believe myself is an error

spun up from dust by a psychotic with a bizarre sexual fetish for blood

masturbating into the sky as He lay comatose in the primordial mud.



Life viewed through the eye of the used needle

dragging myself legless across this slaughterhouse floor like a half-crushed beetle

The strobe light is just playing tricks on your eyes son

now go back to bed so I can tell the Devil he's won.



I cannot watch from behind the mirror as my wasted carcass enters the trance once again

my razor-blade has become dulled by all this jovial conversation

So now I guess I've lost my only friend.

The wind whispers oddities unknown into my cupped ear.



Shriveled.



There is no sidewalk long enough to keep me from walking over the edge of this cliff of mine. A street performer trying to fill up a hat with nickels to buy new guitar strings to hang himself with. I throw 50 dollars in with a grin. Perceived threats from all angles. My hand does not belong to me as I strike myself unconscious under the accusing glare of the street lights.



Naked before the protruding tongue of my own abandonment. My soul has sold itself to an unclean party without my ultimate permission. If I'm still me by the time I reach a phone in the next town, I shall dial my old number just to hear my own once cheerful and gay voice echo through the speaker one final time before I slip into permanent paranoia.

I can hear the twigs snapping underfoot like a dead crow's brittle decaying bones. A cut throat in disguise. She wiped away oceans of tears with but one cleansing sweep of her never-ending red hair...



All the truth I've ever needed to understand lies within the jagged outline of my own freezing shadow. The falling snow binds itself with my blood molecules and I begin to cry curses of agony into the very soul of the crescent moon overhead....



I am the dirt encasing the throbbing lobes of your suffocating brain.

I am the feelings that will never be felt the same way again.

I am the beauty that only can only be viewed from the pauper's side of the glass.

I am this day and this day has passed.



I am the laughing skull imprisoned within the eternal confines of a single black raindrop falling from the Skies of Hell.

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Enaxerandyr
16:09 Oct 16 2010

Best line ever... "I am this day and this day has passed"

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A forgiving inhale.



"Exaggeration"......



Yes Madame Death, I have spoken the forbidden word allowed into the hollow darkness of the esoteric. I sometimes recall your screams of bleeding anguish on the roadway, and I still feel nothing. I am genuinely sorry my Scorpion lover, maybe in the deepest depths of Hell you shall truly see my affliction, an undeniable black spot on the White Silk of emotion....





"Love was strong, but time was stronger....." (The Chocolate Watchband)

Rape before the shadow of the Cross. I capitalize the word for I know it's Ultimate Importance. I am my own star, shining like a broken dream in the streetlights of corruption, and I realize I am indeed corrupted.



What is this ending you speak of Oh Wise One?......You know nothing besides what you've convinced yourself of. Like acid eating away at the faces of Saints, I mean nothing from the blurry perspective of the Universal Rulers.



Hearts on Fire. Entangled. Flying like a hallucination over ever-expanding fields of dead wheat.



My hands are the hands of lifeless betrayers. Digits twitching like burning red and yellow leafs in the Last Autumn Known To Man. I am going to milk this sagging tit of hatred and uncertainty for as long as I can, suckling like a zombie fetus knowing all to well that the end is close at infantile hand.............................

Blaring psychedelic rock guitars

.....and mental scars.



In a waiting room covered with human filth, I wait for my Christian name to be called by my own shaking voice. I reside in the decaying core of societies abandonment. Like an amputee getting off on the Phantom Limb Syndrome.



Every time I close my eyes I sense the end growing nearer, like a gas light at the end of humanities tunnel.



"You better write yourself a folk song and sing it real loud."-(The Electric Prunes).....

I hurt you terribly. I know it and take a certain mentally ill pleasure away from the cruel act I perpetrated upon you. You should have stayed away from me you corpse of a women. I am too rational for this spiritual devourment. Do I belong here? If I dont, do I care?..............Don't worry my beauty, I will regret my words and ideas one day while laying dormant on the freezing winter sidewalks of my worst nightmare come true.



I am scaring myself currently and I like it.



Poetry. ?........./



If you despise me so much you should end me. Oh God, I am begging you, finish me off like a bad trip. Is this too much realism for you?....Who am I talking to?......The fucking night is who I am talking to. I know for sure I am the only one awake in this realm right now. My teeth are fucking razor blades, and I smile like a cut wrist.











Do not attempt to join my faded puzzle pieces together. You will wish you didnt, laying atop a heaping pile of rotting angel flesh.........

.....Is this the beginning of the end? Or has the end already begun and finished its cycle? Are we living in a state of suspended animation and borrowed time? I reap a great understanding from this all encompassing sickness. An understanding that transcends the 9 to 5 lifestyle of desperate clinging. I am the static laden confusion that emanates from your nausea ridden mental paralysis. My ideas will continue for the insanity shall. Onwards into the starving void. There is no tactic you can utilize to stop my pleas....Beat me to death with your sorrowful wishes of contempt drenched disagreement. There is no right or wrong, cant you see that? I will follow you into the early morning hours, my eyes closed like a dead wooden puppet.



Sleepwalking.



Your existence is nothing more then a forced greeting in the chambers of enslavement. I can taste this synthetic hope, a salty misery with undertones of white noise and midnight coyote calls.



Echo...................?.....................?.........



Am I screaming??????.. I'll end up there again, I know it, I can feel it, my brain cushioned by governmental sedation. I will do what I am told as long as I can see the other side of time before daybreak. What does this mean? The planets will align just long enough for my orgasm of blood soaked adrenaline.......................

Your ginger hair curled upwards under the halo as if it were burning plastic attempting to poison the sky. Look at all this mess. My tears are completely wasted as they spill onto your favorite black lace gloves like rusted buckets of misery overflowing into a clogged drain.



Catatonia sounds inviting. What fun I would have strolling through the winding hedge mazes of your loving deceit, staring out the window onto the graveyard below. An eternal stupor of isolation.



Last night I caressed the cheek of the Devil, and it felt just like yours. Smooth as a clear April stream with sandpapery undertones, like a lizard draped in heaven spun silk......



Your spirit isn't even worthy enough to dispose of your own body.

The bloodcurdling screams roll over the hills like a foreboding wind in these deepest depths of autumn.

A clawed hand snuffing out the candle of any possible future gain. Regret is a rat nibbling at my lungs with a shining rodent's smile. A smile only a reaper could love.



I've worked so hard to be the outcast, and now I reap my reward, a syringe laden sidewalk that stretches as far as my delirium drenched eyes can see before I blink out of this existence like a defective match.

She walks through the woods like a crumbling building, a section of flesh falling off with every demented footfall. Ive imagined you before, an other-side mindfuck meant to plague the viewer for life. A life of welcomed solidarity and volunteer imprisonment.



THIS ISNT A JOKE she laughed as she ripped open my throat with the ease of the practiced devil.

IT IS TO ME I cried back, the blood flowing out of me like ethereal streams running into canyons below.....



Another winter survived is another winter dead.

The Saint Ignatius Emergency Room was brighter then all the constellations in the universe that night.



Just for me.



So fluorescently inflamed that I could barely feel the chemicals eating away at my organs like acid dissolving pencil erasers....I'll wake up in the hay loft tomorrow looking out at the sunrise with my broken fingers twitching and a prayer on my lips like I always do.....



Just for you.



Why couldn't I have died like a normal person dies Mommy? When I meet Jesus do you think he'll know how to fix my head?....

This sarcasm does not suit you oh sweet tongue.

Gazing into your bloodshot green orbs I see a hint of the person you once were before I broke you like a toothpick after my nightly feast.

You were always such a bashful little whore.



I am the sun lurking in your night before it turns to morning light I am the dead wrong in your mind slowly becoming the dead right I am your mascaraed eyes before they lose sight I am your feeble feminine cries right before your pretty little heart gives up the fight



I am your Eternal Master and I shall forever control your flesh with all of my will and might.

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Skulln42
22:44 Oct 08 2010

No words besides the fact that I love it. It's amazing.

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SkeletonsOfDystopia
23:49 Oct 08 2010

I wrote it from the perspective of a person within the BDSM underground. I've always thought that shit was crazy as hell and I wanted to capture maybe some thoughts of an individual involved in the lifestyle. Thank you for your kind words.

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The forest feels constricted. The tree's are rubber bands waiting to snap upwards into the soothing white chaos above. My hunger for the end consumes me as I stumble into this snowy cavity of insurmountable vastness.



I wont look at it if you dont.

I wont touch it if you dont.

I wont live if you dont.



This is nothing more then all of our nightmarish infantile screams coming back to haunt us threefold now that our flesh is older and riper for the God's to feast on.

I cant imagine the pure unfettered hate. I will reach out to you in a parallel universe and our minds will touch somewhere within the trance of trances.

There must be no limit to how many times the knife can be brought down upon a beating chest for you.

I feel your misery deep in my loins like an oozing liquid fire. There is a certain inaccessible poetry contained within it, like a bible written in invisible ink.





There seems to be no separation between the ground and your cataract shielded eyes.

The look in your eyes reminded me of a woman cutting her heart out with a broken blade just so she could replace it with a diamond of rarest worth.

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Morphine
04:14 Oct 02 2010

wow, love. wow.

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