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SoftI am lying in bed. It is so cold, my fingers have turned red. I hear you unlock the door, your footsteps echoing on the worn out carpet. You see my light is on "hey!" you yell. I yell "hey" back, and you move on down to your room.
I wrap my silk robe around myself, covering my pajamas. "Hey man, you wanna drink tonight?" My lips form the words, whilst my mind races, waiting for the answer. "Ha-ha, sure". "Cool, I will go get my brandy then." I slip into my room, grab my recent ex-boyfriends South African brandy and take it into the lounge, where you reside. My eyes flicker to the glasses you have set up, and the pure whiskey winks at me as you pour yourself a glass.
"Fuck… we need some coke!" you exclaim, as I pour a nip of brandy in our striped water-drinking glasses. "I'm gonna pop down to the shop, you want anything?" "Ha-ha, no thanks, I am in my PJ's and can't be bothered getting out of them!" "Sweet", you say, as you grab your keys. "I'll be back" you call as the door shuts. I am
The sound of my nails pulling at the bricks echoes around my circular enclosure. I keep pulling, although pain is shooting along my figertips, through my hand and up my arm. I am determined to escape. I must escape.
The wind whispers through the small, barred window above me. Its voice biting viciously into my flesh and searing my bones. I pull my velvet dress tighter around my body, hoping to warm myself against it.
Beaten, I sit slowly on my bed. How many days, weeks, months have I been locked in here?
Looking around, it would be almost easy to think that my jail contained an Elizabethen princess. A large, ornately carved four poster bed with silk sheets and lace blankets... A large (unbreakable), gilded mirror and a rusted old chamber pot decorated, and served, my space.
He dressed me in fine clothes. Clothes that, on the outside, I would have died to have. Flowing dark red velvet dresses, wine coloured skirts, black lingere, corsets that squeezed my flesh into pulp, but made me loo
Lie down in the forest of orchids [a murder vixen].
I hear the lobotomised swarm of insects.
Swarming towards me, coming for me, running at me.
They perch themselves on my decaying shell.
They know I am alive, alive,
They know I can feel, feel,
They want me dead, dead,
The candles are burning low. I cannot gather the energy required to pull myself from between the silk black sheets that grip my thighs. The lighting is dim. I need to light more candles. But instead of crawling out of bed and lighting more candles, I pull the sheets up to the stubble on my chin and lie on my spine, glaring at the cigarette stained roof.
There is a deafening knock on my door. The sound resonates in my ears, climbing down my earlobe and resting in my cochlea. I groan and fall out of my bed. I rise and stumble to the door, scratching my arse on the way. I unlock the cheap chain and turn the plated silver knob.
"oh. It's you" I groan, letting her in and returning to the womb of my bed. She smiles vacantly and closes the door behind her. I hear the rattle of the chain as she locks us inside.
She smells like an ancient mosque. Like she always does. She sits beside me, her long black nails scraping down my thigh. I watch her hands move in their sensuous attempt and wish they
Adonta ta Mele
His hands are cancer,
His eyes are plasma
inhaling my virus
[deleting the one who painfully exists].
His mouth is brain fluid
swirling around my veins, encountering my rapid motions
[poisoning my psyche].
He is my depravity
my soul with no voice
singing to a choir of angels risen from Hitler's grave.
He is my chrotid artery,
severed and decaying
continuing to live when
His persona is mine,
dry, sardonic and dead.
He is alive,
in a plastic martini world.
I swallow his glass dust
and hate myself for it.
Chained to the moon he sits
shivering in the warmth of the
His paper skin is torn by
black ink needles over his
The rain drips, e.v.a.p.o.r.a.t.i.n.g
down his naked
Pallid grey eyes fill with salt
as a mixed psychosis spills into his cupped
His silent screams of indecipherable messages and
black voids of suffering are passively excreted from his sanguinary
Borderline and bleeding, he speaks of
broken dolls, lost words and
His sinuous junkie arms move [like a child reaching for forbidden candy]
as he reaches toward the invisible thread of hope life promises
Walking back into the dark he mutters to the moths as his
eyes spil glass... transforming him into a bleeding
ZombiesDead rising from the graves
To prey on the living
Driven by instinct
And not by thought
They're nothing but tools
Used by an evil mastermind
To destroy mankind
And create a new world
A world of despair and darkness
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
You can hear the sky ringing, ringing with the sounds of war
The ground has turned to ash, cinders left behind by these fucking monkeys
Monkeys and their petty quarrels
You can feel, you hear the sound of burning
A world destroyed by a race who was left behind to care for it
Humans and their ridiculous fighting, the never ending fighting
The ghosts take you into the space betwixt spaces, and you can see all
You begin to live vicariously, watching through the eyes of another
And when one pair of eyes goes dark, you find another
And like this, you witness the fall of empires
The destruction of nations
The end of all
You watch as society collapses and rots
You watch as worms devour all
And the snakes start to sing
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
The ossuary"Please preserve the reverence of this place,"
says the sign at the churchyard gate.
She chuckles and gets swallowed by the iron mouth,
slips between its lips
into a whirl of death
like a soul into Styx.
The upper lip belongs to Heaven,
the lower one to Hell.
She blends in with graveyard's teeth,
after all, the hem of her dress is decorated
with a line of tomb stones.
Spirits of good will enter beside her,
leaving horns and wings by the gate,
causing the lips to quiver.
Wandering between graves,
they reminisce all macabre experiences,
to the chamber built with femurs, ribs and clavicles.
In the ossuary
under a bone
ghosts ignited what used to be
colder than stone.
Skulls on the walls
shed tears of emotion,
as much as they shuddered,
since commotion like this
ain't common in dead places.
As the jaws draw closer together
and all Heaven breaks loose...
Eyes of the NightEyes of the Night
Common people mutter that the night has eyes
They never know whose eyes those are
Or what they see
The dimensions of vision may differ from theirs
But nobody knows what that might be
Creatures of the night always look at our world differently
We who are living see from the light
The creatures of darkness see from the darkness of the night
Pupils glow like the eyes of the cat
They dart to and fro as though watching us pass
Then they hide with the first signs of morning light
To await the falling of another night
Bloodlust.This world is merciless,
Cruel, unforgiving, and worthless.
But at the same time the world is amazing,
Wonderful, forgiving, and breath taking.
The cruel is what I see almost all the time,
The breath taking side is so rare its almost a crime,
People bully and hurt others for fun,
When you're in the corner and covered in their tall shadows its hard to see the sun.
What doesn't make sense is the innocents are always afraid of these people,
What makes even less sense is they believe the things that turn out to be so evil,
I hope the people who call them names and push them down know that they might be alone,
I hope they know that those mean bullies make them feel like they have no one to turn too, that they're on their own,
I think that the people who get hurt don't stand up for themselves because they're afraid,
Its weird how someone can be afraid of a peer yet not be afraid of a blade,
Sometimes I wonder why other people bully the innocents why the make them go through so much pain,
The little ones stay in their beds and say good night to their day. They snuggle into the sheets and hope to dream sweet dreams. The moon shone through the window and the pillows are fluffed just right. Sleep would take them very soon this night. A creak in the house, the wind through the chimes. Taking their turns with rhythm and rhymes. The child’s smile fades as he drifts even deeper. Not thinking quite clearly of creaks creaking closer.
When the Night comes close don’t open your eyes. When the Night comes close to sing sweet lullabies; to whisper the sleep into your ears. Don’t whip open your eyes because then you will see. To fear the Night is to fear me
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