There is no substitute for your love


That sweet alluring nectar

Of the God

Who sucked me in

Teasing suffocation

Inhaling rotten skin

So good, so mean, so clean, I see

It’s dizzy being free

I ride the spiraling



Never pay the fee

Through illegal skies, I”ll fly

I’m young so it’s okay

For me to play with sugared knives

And waste away the day

Sudden traumas tremor

I feel the fire now

Licking at my feet I sense

A threat to burn me out

Hot showers of my crimson spite

Begin to splatter down

Upon the heads who turned away

The truth’s a battleground

Laughter sees

A starry night

Pouring from my belly

Sliding into atmosphere

Scents of sweat and lavender

She isn’t who she thought she was

My wretching body

Sick and numb

A blurry warmth

A fatal tongue

The devil rips my twisted gut

Scares me straight

He always does

Now I regress, I must confess

Chewing toxic crayons

Colour outside the lines

‘Til my heart is sobbing

I know

It begs, It pleads, It sighs

Only then I will surrender

I sleep

But never rest

The night salutes, “I’ll see you soon,”

Morning whispers of regret


No Mortgage.

Blundering about the day

Wishing I was dead

No longer can I bear the pain,

or undo what I’ve said

I’d like to heal this ache inside

For what? I am not sure

Maybe during this time on earth,

I shall find the cure

Is it worth the trouble?

Spilling blood,

the tears-

the sweat?

That answer, I may never know

For now,

I pay my rent.

A Certain Kind of Torture

I am awash, with violent thoughts;

cannot control my ponder.

Remain asleep, each painful breath,

awake –

I am no longer.

Passing time, ticks away,

beneath my heaving chest.

Puncture all my future beats,

heart –

slowly stabbed to death.

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The End of Us

come on, hurry up.

run with me!

a little bit farther, we’re almost there –



do you see it?            

right there, high up in the clouds. see it dancing?

it’s beautiful.


what is it, you ask?


it is the end.


do you understand?

it is the end of you, me, and everyone else on this god forsaken planet. but

don’t cry.


the beauty will

come fast, hot,


violent, but quiet.

it will wash over us, returning us all

into the

stardust we came from.

A Tidy Goodbye

I’m at the end of the road, I’ve hit a block.

My so-called life journey, has come to a stop.

With no hope in sight, only blood soaked in fear, I waltz to my grave;

dance of death is now here.

So I’ll tie up my secrets and toss out the key,

knowing that one day, 

that stone will be me.

Miss Mary

Miss Mary, Miss Mary, lock the door twice

Something is coming that’s not very nice.


Miss Mary, Miss Mary, please cover your eyes

Something is hiding and has a surprise.


Miss Mary, Miss Mary, don’t make a peep

Something awaits until you fall asleep.


Miss Mary, Miss Mary, pray to your God

Something’s behind you-