alleged self-sympathy

Paste the sand back into glass...
Stare at me through it and tell me who I am.
This is a lifetime...
You took away
My innermost feelings cascading down the drain.
Your hands tremble as your heart . .
skips . .
stops . .
tick, tock . .
tick, tick, tick!!!
six-hundred-sixty-six stitches can't fix this!
Can't cure the sickness! . .
dwelling in my wrists.
Clouded eyes like blood-shot slits
Your attempts at ammends are all in vane!
As the sky pours blood and it starts to rain
I'm there with an umbrella throwing roses on your grave.
She spent a life-time trying . .
to no avail . .
All the while dying,
not to fail
in life
but to live to the fullest.
Taking one last stride to full-fill ME!!!
Tripping . .
tumbling . .
into her grave.
Upon her . .
merry . .
little way.

The untimely misgiving

cast into my eyes,
A disauthenticicated grin from the hollow black depths of your wicked soul.
Your a fraud and it seeps right through...
your melting, withering, distorting eyes
I cant trust a liar! Even one who speaks the truth!
You fix your abused and broken gaze upon a chalk white face
with the blood red eyes that lust for your sweet veins.
No use begging for redemption,
No use trying to sleep at night
No use trying to speak
with your lips crusted shut
from the gallons of blood you drank to quench your lechery!
These ashes are the inevitable prophecy...
foretelling the destruction of mankind.
a haunting
looming
impending
Fate!
These premonitions shall unwind

End of Year Doldrums

Sitting by my lonesome self
In my dark corner, on a dusty shelf
The love I had for all my friends
Has come to an all-too-jagged end
I once had what I now desire
But as of late I'm worn and tired
Does anyone out there have care for my feelings?
A corpse on a rope, hanging limp from the ceiling.
A dashboard that's laden with shrapnel and glass...
Blood pours from my neck like wine from a flask!
Desperate hands reach for what none can grasp
Her shattered evening...
so longed for, so mourned
My ninth of December,
Her nothing more...................

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To speak of all the beauty past these twisted empty walls
To sit in a corner at the dead end of those halls
The swadows crouched in silence on the edges of your lips
so lonely...
this life...
as the light leaves the sky.
In the dark on a mid-summer's night as I cry
glowing embers reflect and refract as they spy
on the demon in waiting with scarlet red eyes
like voices that come from the hounds in disguise.
If the hate sha'n't surrender and fold in her cards ne'er shall I!