I remember the Arguement as vivdly as the screen infront of me. I remember the power of his voice blasting through my ears like a black night swarming over a beautiful day. And I remember the force of his hand slamming against my body. I remember the pain that shot through my body, the shocks… Continue reading Pain Tolerance
Two non-believers walkin lost in this world, took their baby with them, what a sad little girl. Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs. Never wanted to play, or give kisses and hugs. She’d watch the T.V. and sit there on the couch. While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.… Continue reading The Little Girl
Chorus This is the pain I feel This is the love I haven’t received These are the scars that peel These are the destroyed things I need Pain lost in the 3rd sense Creeping into the forefront Of a withered battlefield Pain brought back from a bang Nothing is left Nothing is remembered from the… Continue reading Destruction Left from the Rapist/abuser
a single leaf falls on the frozen ground silence the loudest noise to be heard deafeningly frigid wind rushing past blowing the leaves around his black cloaked body standing, waiting for something although no one knows what the tall boy with black and red hair standing alone…always alone wearing his Cradle of Filth shirt and… Continue reading Love
Breathlessness fills you As you stare at him At Her Desire and rage
The day I shaved me head was a strange one. I’d been itching all morning….unable to sit down cause my nerves were shot. i was still going through that really bad encounter with paranoia.
A hand made thin and pale. A hand, scarred and reaching, finds no other. Look up and reach out. Surely there will be a guiding light. Surely there will be a sense of where to go. Surely there will be a slap to the face and a sad disgrace and you will doubt again.
ok look at it this way we start out in our lif on this earth in our own little world that we call the womb we breath liquid we are sustained by a chord that links us to a greater being we call mother it is eternaly dark but we have no fear. then one… Continue reading on death-
ok look at it this way we start out in our lif on this earth in our own little world that we call the womb we breath liquid we are sustained by a chord that links us to a greater being we call mother it is eternaly dark but we have no fear. then one… Continue reading death? what death?
i’m on a roll. my spiel? this is life compressed into four pages. my bukowski is showing. if you’re into self-mutilation or self-defacement or art, whichever one it is these days, you may find this a little triggering.