Gargoyle's smile big. |
It's not who you are.Rather the way you stare.The sensation you get on the back of your neck.The standing up of hair.I'm well.I'm born.But I'm sick.I'm dead.I have many doppelgangers.One for every bra...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 07:34:00 GMT |
southern lord |
To be written
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:55:00 GMT |
if it was up to me i'd free Charles Manson |
Writhing in a garden of flesh.A pig basking in mud.Drinking the dew from the grass.Wiping the sweat off my brow.Placing lilies over her breasts.Looking over my shoulder.Seeing death, but feeling her g...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 09:07:00 GMT |
a humble boy is a happy camper |
he doesn't strive to suck you dry
or steal your riches when you die
he is the one who would dig your grave for you, not rob from it
thinking nothing of himself
never asking someone for help
for the fi...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 09:02:00 GMT |
Shallow grave |
meet me here when the sun sets.
don't bring your filthy bathroom jokes or your ginger smut.
no panda loving hippies or peewee in his therapy.
just a yellow bird and a deer abortion to appease th...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 09:11:00 GMT |
Opening me within a gesture |
Changing face.
Spilling a dark matter.
pouring knowledge.
half full and worthless.
Dead and broken.
Snagged by a violent undertow.
I see her at the bottom of the river where many day's were spent...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:17:00 GMT |
A morose memoir for the misanthropic. A paperweight for the masses. |
Defiled by the godless touch of a dulled humanity. I cleanse myself with mud. Sharpen senses, stir my blood. Increase the already rapid flow. Chisel sinew with the bones. ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 08:59:00 GMT |
Frostbite |
A kamikaze blazes through unsettling skies.
Thriving off of the enemies shaken morale.
Defying the holy scripture.
Abiding by ones gift of choice on the basis of mortality.
And choosing to stand again...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 23:08:00 GMT |
So glad to see you well. |
Water laced with a subtle sweet taste;
Vodka and absinthe to give it a chase;
Why let the day go to waste?
When you could allow the mind and body to decay freely...
I put on fake eyes and pretend to s...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 06:28:00 GMT |
painted tiger stripes and technicolor dreams to make you numb |
Acid washed cuts in a world of apathy.
Crawling through a tunnel of white and seeing black at its conclusion.
The conclusion resembling where it all began.
A grotesque subject she is standing under th...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 13:07:00 GMT |
