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.