Crown me Spoiled. |
Cage my soul and slice it into pieces.My spirit, yours to mold; mould into perverse memories of freedom.Will, my lack of in it; apathy, for the cause of it. Dissension.Imprisonment: My being is settle... Posted by Bearic on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 03:24:00 PST |
Still |
Torch of life, the flame should last. Bathed in gasoline in glows.Brighter than the rising sun.Match set a light; the ashes of past - scattered in the wind they blow.Quicker than a loaded gun.Burning ... Posted by Bearic on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:39:00 PST |
It’s only a matter of time. |
I'm breaking skulls again - to syphon through this muck.Drinking nitroglycerin - fetters in my spirit: I'm stuck.Odds meet their end, which is just my luck.Seamlessly devouring my soul in cotton writ... Posted by Bearic on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:07:00 PST |
Fail. |
Words, sentiments fail.All coloured red, slashed, and splashed across my face.Empty, drained, my commitment full.Agony, my epiphany. Seethe on the reeds.
Don’t these demons dare foreshadow my li... Posted by Bearic on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 09:22:00 PST |
Is it? |
Bending into the tempest, I’m sown in the air and nailed to the force; the wave of disappointment. Crushing me; swamping you.Drowning in aftermath, alone I stir. Blinded clout forming a hazed mi... Posted by Bearic on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 04:22:00 PST |
Raven’s red fist - painted - home part three - awaken. |
And with a raven's left talon I claw the initials out of the entrails of the wooden pane.The scars that bare surface mount my expectations, but can they find the same place of mind?Trailing my though... Posted by Bearic on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:55:00 PST |
Sloth. |
Gelatin mold; I've become a stain on the floor.Prickly senses, diluent dreams, the voices in my head scream for something.They fall on deaf ears, benevolence born in fear, and antagonise me; patronis... Posted by Bearic on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:35:00 PST |
SuddenBliss |
This lonely sarcophagus has become my comfortable abyss.Sinking into the padding of my rubber walls; bashing my torso against their bulk I fall.Smack into the middle, cut on the sides, and bleeding o... Posted by Bearic on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 10:26:00 PST |
Ballistic. |
They say beauty's only skin deep, but I love the look you keep beneath - the flesh; beneath the bone. The mortal coil I know as your home. The scars are only surface memories, yet there's still plenty... Posted by Bearic on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 10:16:00 PST |
Fluke |
Charging, forcing myself forward, and slipping through.Driving, passing the exit I was supposed to take.Leaving my skin on the pavement.Shattered remains of thus.Perhaps I will learn from this mistak... Posted by Bearic on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:09:00 PST |