Showing posts with label bloodyviolent poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bloodyviolent poem. Show all posts

Friday, February 10, 2017

violent agendas

I don't go to theaters anymore
The violence on the screen
Doesn't make me hard
But if I close my eyes
The reels start to play
Scenes on the screen of my mind
bloodgutsgunssluts
tortureviolenceshutthefuckup
madnesssicknesspervertedangels
on bone trees, eyeballs dangle
Odin gave his eye for knowledge
I am stupid as fuck
And I see
As the real world vanishes
Blurrrrrrs right in front of my eyes
The screen in my head
Becomes my reality
I am the Alpha
Omega
theta
zeta
the movies in my head
will give cancer to PETA
my violent agendas
black roses in my garden
i water them with my fears
while my word drowns in tears

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Words In My Head [From the Diary of a Killer King]

The insistent buzz of words in my head
Are the screams I continue to ignore
They are crying and cursing me in words I don’t know
After two thousand years of this. I am bored.

Like all great men I too have killed
I’d be a liar if I saw I wasn’t thrilled
But I am a liar so this is what I’d say
All that sex and violence wasn’t that cool anyway

Just looks great and gory but its quite shitty in reality
In my bloodstained glory I can not bask for eternity
Some pain, even I can feel, I swear this is for real
I have cried when blood smeared the shine of my steel

So as I drink soup from a bowl made of skull of General Kwgahin
I write this little ditty, crossing words on a book made of skin
My pen is made of bone, think I need some more bloody ink
It was tough writing this, I know how to kill but not think!
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At least I'm talking of heartbreak and the pain of the soul. Maybe I should!