Sunday, September 18, 2011

more olf stuff

I feel your criticizing gaze bore into my skull
just like this world that crushes my vertebrae into dust
I'm the forgotten rose in the closet
deprived from water and sun
I'm wilted
limp from exasperation
I'm crushed by this high voltage darkness
like you always have
ignore me as I melt into this eternal abyss
Originally posted April 24th, 2008
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Wicked Wonderland

I'm the crimson queen of broken hearts
Decaying in my house of cards
that rests upon the chessboard field

that pesky little Cheshire Cat
perched on the Mad hatter's Hat
the door mouse's fate is Sealed

Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee
who's riddles confuse me
speak of oysters who from their shells were peeled

we are all in Wicked Wonderland
that rest in my royal hand
with my scepter that I wield

Originally posted April 18th, 2008
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Blackberry Abyss

My Mother always said
be Careful what you wish for
her voice was like needles in my eardrums

I wished for a blackyberry PDA
nothing happened.....
one cloudfilled day the wind whirred and licked about me
    I lost my footing and fell over
                   A Cliff
and clinging to the edge i saw a bush
                  a thick jucy blackberry bush
and once agian i could hear
 my mother's needly voice saying
Be Careful what you wish for
as i plummeted to my death
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clandestiny

stop
to take a breath
after you choke upon the curdled words you screamed at me

Stay calm
as you stop drop and Roll
After you set yourself on fire to watch the sparkle of the flames

scream out MY name
maybe then you'll remember it

hold on to your safety-pinned memories
as I disintegrate everything you've ever known
I'm just reciprocating all atrocities
then finally I'll leave you All alone
with your withered remnants
Touché
Checkmate
I've won
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Decomposing Butterflies

the decomposed butterflies feed til dawn
no soul is safe from scarlet tainted grip
Angelic Demons are of Satan's spawn

I stand appalled just like a doe-eyed fawn
as angels lost in hate begin to slip
the decomposed butterflies feed til dawn

from Heaven's light to fiery flicker drawn
nightmare of fearful victims flesh they strip
Angelic Demons are of Satan's spawn

paralyzed I watch their great brawn
the descending monsters take prey to rip
the decomposed butterflies feed til dawn

the Bright moon like the dead is wan
like bats with acrobatic twirls and dips
Angelic Demons are of Satan's spawn

they Come for me hungry now all hope's gone
upon my face is fear my blood they sip
the decomposed butterflies feed til dawn
Angelic Demons are of Satan's spawn


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