vicious-verse

I feel the rage breathing down the back of my neck again like the dragon's breath. Lock myself back in this cage feeling the beast rattle my bones wanting to be free again. Without you there is nothing left but this hate, violence becomes my addiction when the love begins to turn gray. I will keep clawing at my walls until they start to bleed losing sight of myself I want to howl at the moon, and devour the world. I still remember what it is like the way they scream when there is venom in my blood stream. Offer myself upon the alter laughing inside when the ravens come to feed. My heart is death when I lose sight of you,

Little girl, You've been hurt. Betrayed by those who should have been the most loyal, hurt by those who should have loved you, scarred by most everyone you ever met. I know the shadows in your heart, how they obfuscate every minute of your life. Nightmare paths in forests of wakefulness. Lost, Alone, Deep in the woods. One day, you will learn to walk. One day, you will learn to run. One day, You will be unable to move, frozen, stagnate, bewildered. You're eyes flitting frenetically, in the headlights of your sudden life. Girl, It will be OK. Take that step off of that ledge that seems so terribly, unfathomably high. Do the unthinkable, T

Don't you know Don't you know I am a zombie for you, I will choke upon your bones, don't mind if I grind down my teeth while I suck your marrow out. Don't you know Don't you know I am a demon in disguise, want to devour your soul, I will start off slow, lick it up, lick it down, while you become a part of me, swallowing your eternities. Don't you know Don't you know I am just a vampire, baby, and I want your blood within my veins, I will make you mine forever, or you will be nobodies never. Don't you know Don't you know I am only a monster, want to place your organs on my self, your head on my wall, and your heart in a jar.

I’m sure of nothing, no one; we’ll never be ourselves. Our lone device is left to searching through bins and vessels on drives and circles one by one, houses upon houses secreting pills and thoughts and air behind their stealthy doors and bellies. I stab into each of their ugly little anthems. What is mine? What is mine. Windows caught on Christmas trees pathologically white the pale hypnosis of television bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit. What dares to go on living in there? Dawn comes drunk and begging shrill and shameless, undiscerning ‘till the string breaks high above the plains ‘till it’s e

I do not cede your life to you. All things begin in my aching bed. Baristas, starmen, nothing has survived the light. The living lose their space to me. The last fond ritual before the ghosts will be allowed their speech is the moment that I really live, when I breed all neurotic wants at once: to king, to beggar, to whore out every figure yet to be betrayed by gross approximation and dumbly muddled by these dumb fingers. The all important touch is just a disillusioned brute hanging like an ugly halo around an arbitrary mass that hosts your hidden magic. And I kill the world to have it. What bizarre and dissolute intelligence births its

Of nebulous form shifting- A thing without name, Through dark ages drifting. A thing Man could not tame. A thing given all the world’s blame. “I am the grand gallows, Death rides from me And surely Hell follows!” All of a wrathful spirit In the pulsing nucleus of eyes- Nightmare pits of howling cries. “I am no balm, but bitterness!” A thundering egress- A shattering sound of rage. “I am the blasting wind And the whispering of the World’s end…”

I had a friend who confessed his dirty little secrets in my ear, until it became a poison poured down my throat and I began to choke on his perverse lies. They never see my wrath until it is too late to compromise and I laugh when I watch you bleed beneath my knife. On your knees you beg for mercy, I have none left to give my heart is in eclipse. The devil will dance with me upon your grave, the raven flying above is my guardian angel.

It's all you've got, even as it starts to rain with finger lights, 'cause life is a lonely night of cigarettes, while in pain, one by one, slowly the songs are sung. Harmonizing with a lost chord in between the rain that falls, 'cause life is a lonely night of cigarettes, drumming in your head; the thunder that never comes. Wearing one shoe don't know where your socks have gone in a motel room— life is a lonely night of cigarettes, running out of matches, and damp rising from the floor. Sleep arrives when you're sitting, staring into nothingness of blue— life is a lonely night of cigarettes, sensory deprived, and living