Saturday, November 21, 2009

Fly Fuck

Climb on, lets go for a ride. Grab hold. You don't have to stay long. Let me take you somewhere you've never been.

Come on child, just relax. Take my hand. I'll help you through this. There's nothing to it. Just be still.

Pull the wings from a fly. Bite the head, and watch it bleed. This is real. This is how sex should feel.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Tonight I speak from the heart.

I feel vacant. Hollow. Empty. There's no soul inside of me. If there had been I sold it long ago.

What joy do I bring upon this world? What light? Wherever I roam there is only darkness, confusion, and anguish. I have left a great stain on so many lives.

Perhaps there is reason to be proud of that.

Should I revel in that which I destroy? Feast on their torment. Glorify the horrors for which I have created with my own hands?

No one would ever know. No one except for me. Can one be cocky if they can not gloat? Sure. I know it. I know who I am and what I have done. I have no regrets. I feel no shame. What I do would disgust the worst of sinners.

So that is how it shall be. I will continue to live in this dark shadow, gripping the life that I have created.

Forgive me not.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Hammer these nails just six inches deep. Pierce the skin and through the bone. Tie a red ribbon around my eyes so you can't see the tears I cry. Washing away the dirt on my face from the mud you bathed me in.

The sky is as black as your heart. May lightning light the darkened night. A spotlight to shine down upon your hands, soaked in the blood you beat from my chest.

I can see the fear on your lips as you speak lies to the world. Feed them more shit then you can back up, tongue in your mouth spilling it out. Blasphemy. Blasphemy. Blasphemy.

In your mind your doing what is right, but deep in your heart your full of regret. Remorse is the stain slapped on your face. Too filthy to cry, to fucked to look back. When did you die alone? Alone to the wold. Nowhere to go, nothing to be.

Reach to the sky. Bury yourself. Down on your knees, fight for your life.

Blasphemy. Blasphemy. Blasphemy.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Tonight I write of love, tonight she shall see mine.

I kissed them, I kissed them. They tasted so sweet. One ring, two ring, a farthing one and two.

Silently I wait, creeping in the shadows, waiting for my love. Everything is so quiet as my heart begins to race.

I run away to save myself. Darkness is my refuge, silence is my drug. Tonight I feel alive, somethings pulsing through my veins. She's unleashed my love, now I'll never be the same. Who knows, maybe one day.. someday.. I will give her a call.