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The love you show to me is twisted around your finger like the keys to the Garden on a rusted chain. Collecting eyeballs down by the river while mellow acoustic guitar emanates from a crack in the Earth nearby. I've wanted this for so long that I've completely lost interest. Your chin feels like wet leather under the caress of my judgmental hand. I saw a tree perfect for a noose over by the emerald waterfall earlier. Do everyone a favor my lost and confused seductress.

Begging for this tyranny. I am shackled and frightened by my own deadened nerve endings. There is nothing anyone can do besides sit in a broken rocking chair and wait for the dirt. This is the exposure you fear with every vein in your crooked heart.



All I saw was a blurred face yelling at the moon before I entered the trance.....



Pulsing pulses beating down a ragged door.

I understood it all right before I hit the floor.

She spread her legs and said she wanted more.

The night is a whore, the night is my whore.



This irony is commendable. The day is longer then the lobes of my brain. Continue down the mossy path towards unknown horrors. I feel something for you, but that something is already dead.

Brilliant ideas of human closure. The dead skin blows over the beach sands and catches on the feet like discarded poems written in haste. I can't look to the sky when there is none. I dont have what it takes to spit into the eye of my own greatest entrancement.



A scathing intolerance. The skeleton's hand tightens around the joker card till the pinkie breaks off like a piece of clay. The Promised Land spins before you like a kaleidoscope insane.



A corrupted forest where snakes hang upside down from the trees nibbling perverse fruits. Hear their cackles spread out over the dawn like a bloody mist of guaranteed torture.



I took the tasteless wafer with an unspoken knowledge that by nights end I would purge the body of our Lord into the gutters of tomorrow......

This is too much to handle. The dice spell out an unattainable pride as clear as day. Clear as the night your firstborn gave himself over to the grip of dusk.





Walking down misplaced sidewalks chained to the pavement like a dog who's outlived his usefulness. I remember these scenes so clearly from the tattered novels read in Great Grandfather's attic after a lashing and a kiss goodnight on a cheek of bluish hue.





I refuse to remember. Dehydrated at the very foot of this deadened dawn. All the flesh looks the same, regretfully the same....



Uniform's of certain placement. Marching in a crooked line with the rest of my confused and afflicted kin. You tell me to sleep when i'm dead, and I reply with a shivering nod, waiting for the sandman to run out at me with a scythe from the nearest concealed corner.

The dead leafs caught in your gray hair remind me of my place within the human spiderweb. I shall come back stronger next time and you will fear what you do not understand even more. I cant believe how such a pitiful synopsis was reached. The laughter of my restless spirit with make countless choirs of demons strike up a howl that will echo unceasingly within the chambers of eternal regret. Forevermore can be reached with a single thoughtless leap into the void of challenged theory.



What do you get a man on his deathbed who has it all?



I forgot that you only like to be kissed by robed serpents. How could my reasoning have been so flawed? How far do I have to run into the morn to escape the imagined eyes within my own psyche? Time does not permit me to do away with these birthright delusions. With but a single copy of these myths I penetrate this Satanic woods. If you see me sleepwalking down the hill before first light, shoot my bloated corpse in the skull to end this whole destructive mess.

I see it for what it is now. The taxi's will stop running when the world does. I cant recall the last time the abyss stared up at me so pathetically. I laugh and we shake hands, but the truth is, I can't even be in the same world as you.



They pick the colors of paint that suit their absent minded retaliation and disregard the palette. I know as well as my clock currently strikes midnight that one day my kind will be avenged. If not by God then by simple process of elimination.



Elimination of time and space.

Dear Nightfall,



I screamed down your throat a minute before dawn this very morning, and if I'm not mistaken, you screamed back.

My shadow hums the song you hear in the half conscious space between your waking and dreaming life. Existence is just a 9 letter word used to better categorize God's hallucinations.



I fell backwards into unbelievable agony as the shards of spinning evil pierced my lighted nightmare. I'd give anything to feel the soothing white out drawn clouds once again. The reverend says ive lost my faith, but I say my faith has lost the reverence.