silence, the snake

words stumble into tripwires

the machine starts to churn

igniting the core, finding fuel

the engine starts to burn

one by one they fall

dominos, broken on the wheel

shattered pieces of existence

too burned out to feel

those that hoped for justice and truth

are buried in the same earth

as the ones that wanted to burn

everything to the ground

when the whispers segue into screams

nightmares start ending the dreams

the trap of sleep is crushing strong

who cares what is right or wrong

head games

i heard drums thrum

soul taut like string

ready to break away

ready to scream or sing

a lonely kite in the sky

kissing clouds without a care

dreaming of a love that was

never even there

just a ghost of a memory

haunting corridors of my mind

looking for the piece of me

i had left behind

in the darkness

in the fear

in her eyes

a lonely tear

A pause, or perhaps the end.

I've written in this space for close to 14 years. I think I am done. 

Adios, readers. 

so wrong

the smell of burning sulfur

comes from somewhere close

arms raised to the skies

as a cold wind blows

the scent of hate is strong today

the water red with blood

there is a dream, it's dying 

a face stomped into mud

with masks off we are all the same

to the void, we sing our songs

skulls and bones with a different name

how did things get so wrong

In Me

 There is a void in my days with no way to fill it. If my mind is not occupied with the random happenings of life, there is a sadness that lurks like a killer around the corner, watching me, waiting to murder any hope of joy.

 There is a blank space in my pages with things that I am too scared to write. What if the words rise up from the page, move on my arms, travel up to my face and crawl in my mouth like so many spiders. 

 There is a darkness in my heart that I dare not poke. This animal alive, grinning and slithering, filled with poison, forms dark lips to spit the question, "are you going to act like a pussy, boy?"

 There is a scream in my soul that just will not emerge. The sound rolls around in the box of my rib cage, growing stronger with every passing day, waiting to explode, like a murder of ravens from inside me.

Every prayer a fuck you to the deaf gods.

a desire to burn

fire on my finger tips

words die on my lips

a smile of corpses, mile long

sing the same sibilant song

some foil from last poem still stuck in my teeth

red tongue, black words, gums bleeding

licking lips in serpent dreams

seeking a venomous kiss

a kiss to kill me

a kiss to burn

a kiss to teach me

a lesson never learned

through torn lips

a grin, a grimace

a promise, a hunger

a desire to burn

cardiogram

________________

i like to chew foil, you see

crunched up with every memory

it taste of nothing, only discomfort

a railroad spike lodged in my head

i cannot swallow this 

metallic taste on my tongue

cutting my gums, i bleed

i cannot spit this

rolling this ball of foil in my mouth

masticating regrets, suppressing bile

thoughts rise like corpses in dead waters

stinking, bloated on the side of the road

eyes bloodshot, 

punishment for self

chewing foil 

in a DIY hell