Sunday, March 27, 2016

meeehhhish

nothingness.

that is all life seems to be.

a ball of nothingness.

                                  I thought it may be grand at one singular point.


                                        I was wrong as can be.



            tar. tar. tar.

                         take me to another
                               bar. bar. bar.





(stop)

hands,
whet with desire,
a desire,
I cannot provide.

                                      wet.
                                covered in drool.
                          a pool of bloody gooey drool.



vomit once agin. 

so sick. 
can't stop. 




              why is this happening to me ...? 




I miss being normal. 



hands,
wet with bile. 

                    make it go away. 


make it all disappear. 

                                  the horniness,
                                     the ailments. 
                                         the self loathing. 
          
      
                                                                       Please. 
make it all stop. 



;!

                  monsters collide
                      somewhere inside.


                                   their scare tactics begin mindfully.





          drip,
         drip,
            drip...


                       blood down the back of my head.
         

                                   black goo.
                                        .. ... I never completed the journey.


the monsters
come for me. ...


they are a part of me. 
they are me. 
I am them. 

keep your mouth shut when you're talking to me

            sleeves over my mouth
keep the spit from dripping
                                     on my chin. ..


                  keep it shut,
          keep the words inside.



I tried. 


I tired, 
Silence.


                    mind floods, 
                          overbears. 


                                the words tare,
                                       a silent tear.. 
                                               it is all too much to bare. 
   

Saturday, March 19, 2016

No. 1

Mush beneath my bare feet,
a growth, 
a breadth, 
a thought. 


Silence swirls through the air,
its energy, 
its flight, 
its purpose. 


Blind from all senses.
Become some thing
Fall into some one. 
And it all melts away.