34

i fucking hate anger, I hate rage
I fall victim to whims and enjoyment from succubi
my hands are frail, chapped, and colder then
Shiva's snatch
come warm me, come inform me.
dont tread on the tracks on my back
with promise of something real
and dreams of something tolerable
who breaks the camels back breaks the politicians stride
manhole and broken smiles
dont forget that i've treated it well
the small egg you've given me to nourish
a trial perhaps
but dont greet the hellish ghouls
that you see when you look in the mirror
with the same prowess you let me enjoy
i'll stone your god and follow up the bombardment
with a cigarette cloaked in cocaine
how does it fucking feel
worthless and probably wishing you had done things a different way.
well I dont fucking care anymore
because we spend out whole lives digging out own graves with our own toes
and the dirt in my nails I could sell to ancient settlers
tell them its gold
tell you its your lifeline
tell you its the last chance youll have to keep a piece of me.

33

my hands are outstretched my wingspan at its fullest
and I can only beat my own ego into the dirt so far
as to regrow it from its seed
the truest hatred will regrow
the saddest stories will still unfold
a different epic, a different face, a different life
but the pain, it still ails me
the fear of nothing beneath the surface threatens my pride
IS THIS SHELL SO HARDENED TO PREVENT INTRUSION
Oh, Helen, your city her walls
your court in jest
who am i, why are my own hands beating my own chest
bracing for corruption the palace walls
traversed by demons in leagues with the devils
and the carrion will manifest in between my sheets
selling the scent of past lovers to the hounds
and their razor teeth, and her razor talons
and her flapping wings
harpy
and the fate we all predicted
a life spent shallow, alone, self righteous and sowing my own fields
all in effort to wake the soul trapped under the media bliss
and the glitz and glam of a good fuck
well i've traded in my halo for a liter of gin and a case of rubbers
because ill never unearth that fallen soldier
he's joined the ranks in valhalla
wielding their weapons against I
and face to face
I wont remember those days
I wont remember those words
I wont remember the grave danger in loosing oneself.

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.