Rictus

inside

we all grin

wrapped up in skin

the sum of our sin

inside 

we all steal 

moments that slip

from our fingers

inside 

we all feel 

feelings uncalled for

in any time and age

inside

we all die

every day

killing ourselves to live

lashes

the flowers of noise bloom
                                                                         in the corners

of my room


empty ghosts            staring silently

    vacant eyes

painful dread





all my life i have

lived only in my





head

shards

words...shards
pierce through skin
they fester
you dig
they go deeper
removal?
impossible
chew on the aftertaste
bitter, bitter, bitter
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I don't always post drafts, but this one has been lying in that folder for ages now. 

The Victim

if you looked at the knives in his back
buried deep with edges so fine
you'd want to change his name
to Mr. Pommel Porcupine

he is the victim, crouching
in the pool of his own tears
the water is now dirty and cold
ripples rending reflection unclear

he tries to reach for the knives
at least he pretends to do so
the look in his eyes is pleading
his wounds never stop their bleeding

does he seek sympathy?
pieces of silver, or time?
the teeth are filed on the piece of shit
that we called the Pommel Porcupine

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The potential to rage tirelessly is strong with this one.

cannibal love

a shy gravity
that pulls at our skin
till sinews and marrow start
to revolve around each other
like snakes in heat
the beat of our hearts is out of sync
creating a music
that only we can hear
like drums at a ritual sacrifice where we
cut the heads of all sense and logic
for what did they ever give us?
but doubt and pain
and we eat the brains of our enemies
sitting on our haunches
laughing
in the light of the fires
burning
with flames that lick the moon
but it's alright, you touch my face and tell me
everything is in tune
----
Have you ever wanted to scream? Did you?

drugged on punishment

Hark the bite of winter
Fangs dripping blood of sinners
Intolerable and unforgiving
Punishment seeps in deep tissue

The pain it hits
Like an off-market drug
You are out of your body
Floating on thoughts

You view yourself from above
Writhing like an animal
Trapped in the paroxysm
Of an alien passion

Then comes the silence
In the aftermath of violence
You watch the magic leak
From the bones of the world
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Alien visions of a world traumatized by pain and lust. The hunger that sits in the pits of their bellies, snakes unfurled and ready to strike down those who disobey. There is nothing sacred, there is no truth. There is only what we do and how we suffer.

And of course, I love you. 

regurgitator

all wisdom is a reflection
on the dirty glass of self
chew shit and spit shit
that's all there is to it

regurgitator
motherfucker
did you ever
think a single new thought?

words strung in a dirty litany
plagiarized emotions
tedious contortions
do you even know the meaning of the shit you preach?

the sound coming from your face
is only noise without meaning
even you would hate yourself
and then think that it's demeaning
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Just getting it all out of my system.

Hang on, or don't.