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A subconscious hallucination of mass proportions
The broken merry go round spins around
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The spiders weep for their long rotten eggs
Thimble woven from brain tissue
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Figures entwine themselves under the luminous streetlamps
I pass by, an unknown dressed in shame
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Peel back the flesh of the twice injected beauty queen
Masses of cockroaches flutter into the air
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Dance around the decaying flesh
Transported under suspicion and shame
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The last thing ever seen was the colors off the wall
Watching dreary movies with unknown people in them
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Walking through dried paper pressed roses
Sadly half-smiled at child balancing tears on a pointed knife
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Frozen snakes drop from the sky and impale us
Wither with me in the snow flaked ground
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Weakened is the candy apple flooding in the lights
Hilarious masks full of distaste sneer at me
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A waxing and waning motion
Hand feeds me into turmoil
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Paint the picturesque words
With the scent of blood in the ink that you use
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He won’t make it
Past the bridge scented with burned lavender
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A chessboard pieced together
From aborted fetuses and the dying old
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I look into the eyes of the devil
And in those moments I had come to realize
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Look at me
I am nothing more than what you were
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Kill the rats!, Please kill the rats!
Or we won't survive this day
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I am six years old
And have lost everyone I’ve known
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Red moons
Play a significant role in the play of death
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We stare at eachother across the field
Glancing between the billowing smoke
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A chrysalis
Transfigured from the abortion of a womb
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Pyrophilia
I have a pack of matches in my hand
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I sit alone in the middle of the rain
Hoping to erase memories and once forgotten pain
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Tie them up with strings galore
Their bodies have no minds anymore
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You can find me
Being cannibalized by fairies
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Forgive me, for I have sinned
This tale of incest that was spinned
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We escape from the pain of memories
Seeing children in distorted photographs
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I stand behind this door with scissors in hand
Dear Father you’ll have to understand
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We live our lives in fields all day
Shuffling around wheat and hay
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STOP!
A stark contrast of white on white nauseates
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I’m so sorry
That I can’t remember you name, face or who I once was
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A contamination of suicide
Strange occurrences of the grotesque
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The candles of our lives are burning
So very, very dim
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Teachers who know nothing
always seem to be up to something
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There's a hole caked with blood in my head
blood runs down through my eyes wide open
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Acid rain pours into the eyes of children
blinding them from the forbidden rage of their captors
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