Dead |
I'm going to vanish from the face of the earth for a while. Those of you who will find me are the ghosts of my past. Those of you who never see me again, remember me as I was. The time will come when ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:32:00 GMT |
let me |
I break my fingers off in her mouth
Silly little girl made of cloth and thread
Butterfly wings
But now the dead have opened their eyes
Inside of my skull, stirring rigored limbs
The shaking will pass...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 23:56:00 GMT |
s(no)w |
Bury
me
in
snow
before
I
murder
you
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 05:36:00 GMT |
hm. |
The wind is nothing like an embrace. It never is. The cold air doesn't caress. It never does.
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
hunger |
Rend the breath from my lungs to stir the fallen leaves, and in the cold evening air I am the rain from the sky, tears from the heavens, blood of god. The angels weep bitterly for every one of their s...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 14:53:00 GMT |
siott |
Staring into space
Inebriated from the blood
of a thousand honorable deaths
The stars number less
than do the bodies in the wake
of the man called massacre
the man called catastrophy
A universe reflec...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 07:56:00 GMT |
i breath |
i breath
and perhaps
i will kill you all
bloodless
solid-gold
murder
torn from nightmares
like skin
from bone
perhaps i will
if i still breath
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:10:00 GMT |
-.- |
o.o
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:21:00 GMT |
feeding |
the stars burn black
in a sky made of autumn
with a moon like the pale bones
of her dead god
we march like an army
billions of insect legs
millions of biting heads
mandibles in my fingers
tell her to...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 08:24:00 GMT |
running |
I keep running. The breathing of a violent madness hot upon my neck. My hair stands on end. My heart explodes in my chest, my lungs catch with agony, my legs shred from the force of it. I keep running...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:38:00 GMT |
