32

it fucking swells
turns the oceans instide out
crustaceans on their backs
and whales sick from the oxygen
it fucking grows
the impending doom upon our sea life
the ocean it fucking swells
it brings its own end
along with those seaside dwellers
their lives are over, their homes are gone
at the hands of poseiden
his mighty trident
his fucking will
his fucking will
HIS FUCKING WILL
unearths the undersea volcanoes
it unearths the business of fallen heroes
and between our hands
no one is a hero
everyone is fucked
everyone is a piece of god damn shit
and I know
because I live the life you live
and I fuck the scum you fuck
and i confide in the wealth you do
we are one in the same
you fucking masacre of a human being
you fucking regular.
you fucking mess.

31

i am the remorse you feel with others hands between your thighs, the beating palms down your spine, and the curved massacre from deaths sowing tool, the terror, the famine, the variable, to your feet and back to your knees, the terror, the famine, the regret, i sink into your skin and swim within your sin. I am the hatred you feel staring back through this collection of gray matter left from your filthy existence. the terror, the famine, the release. youll flow through time, forgotten and lost, the way it should be. the terror, the famine, the resistance. i'll be the memorys so fond, the way you wanted to be remembered.

30

its after hours in this meaningless struggle of a bar
concave in funds keeping only the faithful within its doors
under lock and key
and those doors, have locked me out refusing to let me swallow some poison
i'm no longer content with this empty street
and this empty pint glass, i've filled it with my own vomit.
what i've just spewed between the product of blown glass and extensive heat
is the remainder of my childhood
the few drops of passion left
the forgotten memories
i've fought for them with tooth and nail
i'm under review against gods court
and lady liberty has her own fucking line drawn
lacquer and liquor
lime and bile
bottoms up
forage for food alliterate every single dream you've dreamnt about me
sin into a series of heathen pride
i don't even know myself
but i'm pushing myself to years of decay

29

and this is the end of days
and sand blows across our blotted skin
rorschach and the unwilling make us all the more tired
weight on out shoulders and blood on our camels back
assassinated the holyness among our shepards staves
their robes wrung of all their blood
like famine across the plain.

28

the past is the past
and the future is fucked
because im drowning in a deep sea of bones and table scraps.
i'm feeding your filthy fucking mouth
with dense doses of codeine
this brick house
oh this brick house I call my castle.

I FUCKING LAID EVERY BRICK DOWN FOR YOU
follow this road
follow his lead
follow her seams
let them lead you into temptation

stone by stone, i'll kill the witch in you
warlock I am and demon i'll die.
can you feel the witchcraft spewing from my character flaws?

theres no ring on my hand but there's a ring around my head
protected by the grace of heaven
and walking on the flames of hell
i'll take this hacksaw and cut you down
into centimeter thick slices of fucked flesh
meat on the table where you belong
claw you will
but your talon's theyre useless.
the mercury i've force fed you
i'll drag each piece of skin through shit
sew it all back up.

i hope you enjoy the taste.
I hope you swallow the knife
i pray you'll fix this hole in your chest
because the heartless no longer control me.
and the good graces of your heathen lord
well his robe decorates my chariot.
grab your abacus and do the math.

27

not often do I bring your ends about myself
i leave that to the hunters and the killers
but I would love to see you suffer so terribly
I must be graceful because no one can catch me
in this act where I pull bone from flesh

its gotten to the point where I can look in the mirror
and only recognize the father I never knew
morphing all the curves and remains
from last nights 40 ounces and 40 proof
the bile and blood staining the toilet
and the forgotten promises to raise my children right

its true i've needed to get away from myself
even taken the 5 a.m. through tokyo
looking for my empty promises
but i'll never throw whats left of myself
away from the ones who loved me the most
the crying child unaware of the scum you were

vocals and money can only go so far
especially when he was of age, the funding became extinct
the love i've seen perish in myself
and the myths ive seen fade with advances in science
will never amount to the disdain i hold for
fathers in this country

without saying a word you could have brought
those dreams of dinosaurs and robots back to my dreams
but without saying a word you destroyed
the small things that your supposed to give in youth

im truthfully quite thankful I dont have all of your traits
the ones where I abandon messes i've made
I can smile and take all your shit or lack there of
because that's what men do
we spill some blood, and we clean the mess
with all the trimmings

but youre one of those pilgrims
pillaging the rightful owners of the land you sold
just like your soul with no regard
to those who depending on your loyalty
but whats that worth, Arthur died years ago
and Excalibur was quickly buried
honor seems more of a threat than a promise in my eyes

the reasons I doubt myself and who I am
all lay blame to knowing people such as yourself
walk this earth
and still sleep soundly at night.

26

vandalize the cauterized wounds breaking our traditions
not enough science to fill our lungs
nor enough socialism to keep our pockets full
manifesto's to bring militia's to arms
against our own souls we take up fire arms
we can scribe will's and testaments on parchment
keep our secrets within our concrete walls
but bricks will bring out the strength in our weakness
your shotgun will ring
hell's bells will sing

to doom is our prophets foresight
from redemption is our means of transportation
but the throbbing in our skulls
creates the beat to our hearts
when our esophagus's are filled with others bile
and the streets filled of carcase and carrion
crows feast upon cornea and christ's blood
the ripper, he loots the disemboweled
cash for all of the abandoned merchandise
money in a world breathing upon is own deterioration
cash in your chips
buy yourself a raft to live your last on

25

years in the making

beneath your deep blue eyes

lies a civilization

driven by its own god

the masses aquatic and dreams

of mountains from erosion

in the past craters grew

from glaciers

and hatred spawned from love

sex demolished hatred and created.

a new

but you and I..

we are wasting away

24

you're sinking in your own skin
and I've taken root here
along your side,
so i can watch decay
in time lapse
my own therapy
precautions to never follow your path
King of the forest i'll become
and hours turn to ours
as we own each and every second
that passes under the blood red sun
possession of an hourglass
and mallet in hand
to smash every grain of sand bringing us close to death
neutrality
and bulimia
keep your body
to frail to sink any deeper
and with time on our side
you'll survive in suffering
and i'll crush my own hopes and dreams
to remain here
with you

23

Sunstorms and sandblasts
Sunstorms and sandblasts
get ready to be strapped to the earth
because I've got chains of Eden
which I'm prepared to share with you.
These will keep you amongst the sandstorm
burn the skin on your back
you'll be fucking naked from thus far
on your knee's begging your savior for salvation
with seed.

To the beat of Heavens drum
Babylon calls will immerse you amongst ivy
behind every door you open, you find riches
and I follow behind
to meet the traps you've laid
that irrefutable stench
I find it intoxicating
engulfing like the seven sea's
these past few years
all add to fucking nothing
you've learned nothing
and I've learned to much to recount
too much to reform into sentences
without a second glance at the books i've read
I can hardly tell your still among our race
with all the lie's youve spit

22

Permanence becomes a posture
we all hold our knives to
like throats of lambs and babys born
on the cusp
without decision
am I this or that
am I this or that
fuck what you read in history books
because nothing you know
is permanent.

Procedure becomes a chore
blindfolded and given our last rights
along this country highway
all waiting for the damnation to take
our hands
and shove our mouths over
grenades become the dental dam
keeping Novocaine in your blood stream
so when we cut
we bleed
chemicals
I just wish this heat was off my back
and choking the life out of you instead.

21

within this micro brew

we call sanity

I can feel a swelling

deep within your pores as you

leave my bed colder than

that ice box between your fucking thighs

wrap yourself up for the winter slut

cover up with your pity

and stand knee deep in lack of conviction

I've hidden the key to your dreams

inside my nightmares

deep within the culling in my throat

purr you piece of trash

because i'm no longer feeding you blood

and when you can't pick your fucking feet up

from the mud you've been sinking in for years

i'll finally feel redemption

not in the form of a song or dance

but in bitter revenge

as I watch 

these rapids shred skin from your bone

exposing muscle

which becomes a meal

for the sand bag you call a friendship

20

and the generations
they age on
pillars set in stone, begin their decline
into the such soft soil
the same soil we let our souls
plant their children in.
to grow into worthless wastes of space
causing mayhem amongst the already born
each day, a new dawn
each dawn a new place caught in upheaval
the spawn of Christianity
and matrimony
becomes the axe splitting skulls
leaving crimson hope along the stateliness
when a hearts caught against a current
it cant seem to become the salmon
and is left to float gently back
to the once safe home it knew

but this fucking heart of mine
I let it shine on thine eyes
and im no fucking quitter
and you'll feel my embrace again
whether it be around your neck
or waist
ill hold tight, onto that strand
of hope you let drop to my grasp
my heart could portray
more than you could ever imagine
i'm one of the blessed
immersed in a puddle of greed
corruption calls my name
I choose to ignore
and follow my own plight.

19

and i've been living in exile
from all these fantasies that
have come to haunt each and every
step I take
all of the breath that i've wasted
trying to burn your house down
run you out of house and home
but for nothing
stain my palms with
the ink from a black rose
so I can wipe the residue
all down your back
and further
the degradation
that i've grown accustomed to watching
every harvest moon
as the werewolves
come out to play
with your first born
which will be come your last.

18

slaughter of the youth
the sprouting buds of tomorrow
yes we will grow towards the sun
no we will not change
we will not fix the issues at hand
instead
turn shoulders to pillows
and heads to dreamland
where we will never wake
not for a moment
never to reflect on ancestors pleads
for 180's in our lives
and when our time comes
to rest our useless head the pillows
our youth won't hear
the screams we never heard
but the haunting echoes
will continue to
bring pestilence to nature
and concrete to forests
and death
to the fiber keeping
the planet in its correct place
good job to us
as we sit and watch
deterioration become a reality.

17

are you writing for a cause
musing for a chance to change
bring an uproar amongst
the most steadfast of broken hearts
who are you to tell us what we would do
fuck off, no one knows me like I do
I can choose my actions
and predict every stupid move you make
funny to fall into the place I put you in
so long ago,
thine eyes are clouded
these eyes are wide open
and I've seen the path you're treading
just remember to bring some fucking
form of direction
itll be the first time in your life.

16

the magic of fireworks has faded
no longer does my chest feel impulse
and my body no longer shakes with
convictions
these blasts
have torn
my ribs apart
in past moments
left me stranded and in awe
the maturity I know wear as a veil
keeps childhood under lock and key
a mask of chasity is keeping me
this terrible syndrome
where I just cant seem to see
the light behind the gloom of these years
here's to growing older under
a bright moon
and a shrouded sun

15

are you worth my weight in gold
or are you just a silver
example of all the other whores
this is the last time
you'll see a face as nice as mine
between your legs
we all know your worth the stains
on the concrete and the cracks
causing construction
but you'll never be fixed
harboring such things between
your shoulders
inside that skull of yours
the one I fell so deeply in love with
is the same one that I would love to see
tied to a stone and thrown off this bridge
instead of me jumping id push you down below
after all
you are a bottom feeder.
a lost soul
let me guide you back down to earth
i've a lot to offer,
a poor creature like yourself.

14

pulling teeth out of that carcass
gently tossed to the roadside
by the monster
jaws of death bit deep into your thighs
you fucking whore
let the devils grab onto your heels
as you float past fucking heaven
into the surrounding lands
where your become a piece of
nothing more than tanned hide
its disgusting
how you walk these streets
arms open wide
to welcome disease and famine
like the harbinger
of your own end.

13

I'd like to be noble about my hatred
make it at least commendable.
but then I take a look back into this mirror
and I dont give a fuck whats become of you
the trials you've put me through
the glaciers I was forced to climb
letting me fall back to where I started
monsters beneath the sheets
throwing lies like
the arm banded
into the flames
scorching our manhood
as you laugh into those tubes
feeding you estrogen
fuck you and the sex you belong to
youre all fucking cunts and whores
destroying men like a Chinese baby
throw us in the garbage,
we are so easy to play with arnt we
but truthfully
its ignorant to fault someone
for being pure

12

It's uncomfortable in this skin
time changes everything and residence
becomes a word used only for home
no longer for soul within body
I reside elsewhere
unattainable under these walls
but still everywhere when you are not looking
my heart pounds against my marrow-drained ribs
creating an abyss between house and home
much like feuding countries
over opium, much like an American drama
played out again and again
held to a different light each time
producing a lifeless torso
and a skeleton missing its own canine's
well, throw your fists up in rage
and redeem yourself with skin to flesh
break something keeping me moving
if im not broken down, ill end your time-wasting
existence.

11

trickling down the stale concrete
the walls holding me back from the aether flow
static shock and post traumatic stress
are inevitable
the rain's will weather tomes, as well as
the bricks leading me back to my home
when theres nothing left to feel
thats where we all return
defeated and abandoned
crying and scared
defeated and abandoned
shaking from lack of iron in my blood
i could build battleships and airplanes
with the metal leaking from my pores
overload and repeat
overload and repeat
overdose and repeat
overture and fall asleep

10

double my amount of despair is incredibly easy
it just takes a few stabs of aggression at my soul
it takes a few nights alone waiting
for you to care about me like I care about you
perhaps it takes a double negative with out have and despair
which in turns multiplies into much despair
for now the creature sleeps within my ribs
he's alive and he means business.
because every night i feel him
he grows
everyday I make the effort he grows
because you leave nothing for him to feed on
but my own body
if he were well nourished he would enver grow so deep
but my despair is thick
it is the primordial substance
which keeps my feet on the ground
and doesn't allow me to lift off of this battered ground
that reeks of singed hair
and burnt flesh.

9

I enjoy being a wasted youth
my body bathed in pestilence
i enjoy being the carrion of which
doves fall into
i love the taste of severed skin
on silk bed sheets as I
kiss my own rings
and demolish the living beauty
that is my scared face.

8

glory in exchange for effort
ive gotten dismay in exchange for my crop
my seed
has been spread needlessly to nobodies
but my hands cant grasp eternity
because gloves fit much better in colder weather
and snow falls upon our backs
only when we are looking for the sun to shine
upon the stone paths that we frequent
turning stones over
to sunbathe each surface equally
pulling back my hands to the brink
as the bowstring on this device begins to tighten
and prepare for the let go of its life.
your skull will be beneath the head of this arrow
and the blast will equal the big bang
splitting your skull into fragments
your bone will become shrapnel
and your cortex will be come a trojan horse
passing you through the hospital
back into my fucking heart
where you will never ever leave me alone.

7

being as lonesome as i am
i try to find hidden meaning
in things with no obvious meaning
but the hidden meaning
is somehow missing as well.

well fuck the changes
and fuck the afterlife
because im gonna come out of this coma
swinging for your fucking head

6

as we speak, i am throwing it all away
into the depths of tomorrows lineage
the line which will bring
the dead to their respectful hells
and leave them staring into a heaven
that they will never get to see again
because down below
the one you worship is only yourself
and the one you hate
is only the one you worship
stuck in a repeater
you find yourself
alone.

5

youre a harpy
claws, wings, feathers, empty
luring in men without hope of tomorrow
they are just settling for death
in the arms of a bastard creature
im sure he could stretch his arms
for anyone willing to spread their legs
and let their thighs become the walls
to his coffin
isnt that how it goes anyway
you renounce the right to be your own person
and follow a sad set of beliefs.
isnt it a shame.

4

i feel disconnected from the
blades on this fan, that im strapped to.
youve left me here for dead
eyes fixated on a lime green
blinking the witching hour into my soul
but a whore's a whore
you can change her clothes and spray her down
but a hose is needed to take her crown
her crown of oozing soars
and dripping genitalia
well i hope that when the cold comes
and youre looking for shelter
you realize that your fucking pussy
could fit your whole body in itself
so quick, create a rift, you filthy fucking whore.

3

territorial rifts change sticks
and stones into verbal atom bombs
breaking our guard and leaving
a small shell
that the ocean permeates
with its serene sound of the clap
of white caps on the unbruised shoreline
which is taken to its grave
by the screech of a Siren
luring the corsairs to their demise
oh bountiful breasts
and flowing golden locks
don't encompass me in death.

2

although i can proudly stare into your eyes
it really wont change the growing swell under our feet
i can admire the curves your body has shaped
but I cant touch the faith
because faith isnt one of those tangible thoughts
its one of those if only thoughts
one of those
if i was left out to dry would
you lift me on high from bloody gates
and under a cape of hate would you feel my back
and the muscles within start to wilt?

1

I want to climb to the top of metropolitan civilization
grab the reins holding my blood beneath my skin
become something out of human shell, permeate my layers
this blood under my skin will become the form
that we all break creation under heavens wings
atop
the highest
of this tower
gazing amongst
the broken social
scene which haunts
the crimes we pass as fair
from here, i can see the light from
from the building you left me lifeless in
but as of now, ill crush creation between me mitts
and watch the pieces of the ones you left me for.
fall into the pacfific.

summers here
im alone.
but its all my fault
because I cant
treat anyone
the way they deserve it
unless they are not worth it.
im looking foreward to turning
you into a mold of the life
I once was.
Here we go.