Broken Christmas
They are like incapacitated animals on four wheels, empty
cases making primal sounds. Their souls are gone leaving solemn shells behind, a shell that once was a grandmother, now nothing,
with a vacancy sign hanging around its dilapidated neck, with blank eyes and a vague mind. I left that sterile box that housed
what was known to be life at one point; I followed a grey path lined with black frozen water. It was like exiting to waiting
room for hell, but Death had forgotten that small in the ground where they were kept. The smell of premature decay all around,
the smell of Death was all around. A broken ornament now hangs from a synthetic tree making a final attempt to warm the dead
hearts of the nearly departed. For they are now just left in a static state with nowhere to go but down that festering disease
ridden hole in the center of abstract desolation.
The End of the World
The immaculate has become tarnished and rusted. It brings
upon a primal fear where no tranquility can be found. Broken eyes sedating in a somber dream. Blood and dragonflies, spider
lilies and tears. What is to come of this new sin. A paradigm never before seen in such brutal filigree, and I, I revel in
the uprising of pure immorality and depravity known as true adoration for murder
Uninvited Ardor
My thoughts that were abstract now replace with thoughts
of you. The dreams that were haunting and violent are interchanged by dreams of adoration for you. I didn’t want this.
I am not supposed to feel that way about you. I am not allowed to dream of you. Whets the point anyway it’s never going
to be real it’s only a game my mind likes to play. Christ why did I have top fall in love with you and start caring
about you, goddamn it I let my self slip again. It’s just another infatuation that should never exist, its felt on one
part alone. This fucking plague, it seems to spread from one obtuse heart to another with the same hopeless outcome. Nothing ever comes out for the unfortunates like us.
Cessation
Love is cruel, but so am I. If I don’t want to then
I want fucking have you so just back the hell. Love is cruel, and so are you. The one I want will ever have desire me. Cruelty
is my motive, and the aspirations of you are haunting me, I know they will never leave me tonight. Love is my enforcer and
the fantasies are always broken in the end.
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Mon Mere
The poison took her looks and the curse took her feminine.
They ripped her open and tried to exercise the demon, still she fights it. A losing battle she will fucking win. Why does
she have to suffer, what did she ever do that was so bad? It rots her skin it cracks and peels. She is the one person it is
supposed to be all right to become attached to, to have forever. I always thought so anyway. Why does she have to go away? Please god no, he will kill himself.
"Without you everything falls apart, without you it's
not as much fun to pick up the pieces."
It is like living without a heart. I would give them every
bit of me, if you let her stay. Who is going to pick up my pieces, I cannot help but wonder these things. Who is going to
check my face and watch HIM videos with me, because I do not want anyone else to do it? I am so sorry that I left you all
alone that summer and wouldn't come home. You told me that you missed me when I'm not there, well I will miss you too. Then
the time I cut myself and came to you, it scared you I didn't mean to I just needed help and you told me that I was your world
I was your little girl and you love me. You asked me that night if I wanted to kill myself. I could never be that selfish,
but if you go what reason do I have to stay. Hell, everyone else will leave me to then.
I don't want her to be gone forever like grandmother
too. I begged let her stay with me because if you take her you're just going have to take me to. Is that worth it to you?
Are do you really care that much? Of course you do, I could never doubt you. Sleeps now for you are tired now they whisper
in her ear, Sumerland is waiting, dear.
"Without you everything falls apart"
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