Swallow The Key To The Casket |
I'm writing this outside your window.
So I can look at the stars,
and listen to your voice.
The stars are talking to me.
They sound so beautiful.
What a lie it was,
when I said... Posted by Luc[X]s on Tue, 27 May 2008 07:50:00 PST |
The Pigs: Part Two |
Jacob reeked of selfishness. His ambition to make money off of his pigs constantly emcompassed his thougths. Everda... Posted by Luc[X]s on Sun, 25 May 2008 10:53:00 PST |
The Pigs: Part One |
He heard it from downstairs, it sounded like his knives. The cringing sound of h... Posted by Luc[X]s on Fri, 23 May 2008 01:39:00 PST |
Astronomy And Anatomy |
Welcome to the scene.
Now we'll crush your forsaken body,
until the your dust awakes the dead.
I feel the pressure,
every second of my life.
I feel the pressure of the earth and the sky,
closin... Posted by Luc[X]s on Sun, 18 May 2008 08:23:00 PST |
Pouring Sugar Into My Poison |
See the trickery drip from your lips.
They're soaked in lies.
Your kiss reeks of death.
I'll be the windpipe,
until it caves in.
Then I'll be part of the pile,
of your horribly disman... Posted by Luc[X]s on Fri, 16 May 2008 12:58:00 PST |
Room Twenty Three |
I wrote it on the wall,
all over the wall.
The paint drips down to the carpet,
and the fumes fill the room.
I brushed those letters on their,
so delicately.
The paint drips.
The paint dr... Posted by Luc[X]s on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:05:00 PST |
I Dream Of Dr. Seuss |
The walls are its ribs,
the ceiling is its spine.
Wading out in the blue,
it swallowed me whole.
The walls are its ribs.
We played a game of cards,
on the deck.
Hearts and diamonds,
were t... Posted by Luc[X]s on Mon, 05 May 2008 01:51:00 PST |
Rewriting Your Rough Draft |
Maybe I'm wrong.
I gave up too quickly,
and dropped the anvil on your head.
Your precious head.
It doesn't look to bloody.
I'll do anything to save you.
Just wait.
I'm nailing thi... Posted by Luc[X]s on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:08:00 PST |
Writing Letters To My Cancer |
The whistle blows.
I'm framing your photo,
and mounting it on the wall,
along with all my other beautiful failures.
There are so many portraits,
it's depressing.
The other wall is naked,... Posted by Luc[X]s on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:02:00 PST |
They Always Make Violence The Answer |
A ghost for the eighth time,
and there's blood all over the walls.
Suffocation was my fate with my other loves.
I can see the massacre you're preparing for now.
How you'll spill my blood on the... Posted by Luc[X]s on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:12:00 PST |