Thursday, October 16, 2008

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.

1 comment:

Sarah said...

you have a very interesting writing style. I'm not sure I follow the poem in it's entirety, but I really like the second stanza.