30 July 2011

Bestiality?

The first time I fucked you
You were like an animal
A desert beast
I did everything I wanted to do
And you let me
I know we are animals
Love is in a cage
A memory of the past
But I never thought
That the act of you and I
Could be so tempestuous
That some would call it bestiality
Our union was not sanctioned by God
But only by our own primal influences
And if I am the Devil
You are the slithering snake
You don’t care if lust is love
Or if you look me in the eye
But our deaths will be all we know
When this game comes to an end
And I don’t care if there is a God
Or if your betrayal makes any sense
Because I would rather be dead
Than to live without you for another day
Let me die in your arms rather than suffer
Another day
Fuck it all to hell
Eat death
And fuck all of the wayward angels to hell

26 July 2011

Amy Winehouse Death Poem

Fuck death anyway
What does it mean
We are all going to die
No matter how well we live
Leave a mark you bastards
Instead of hiding in the shadows
The corruption of the world surrounds us
Eating away at our souls
Hypocrisy at our throats
Choking our artistry
27 club
We were all used
Passion made a buck
A fucked up list
That we should worship
So screw it all to hell
I don’t give a fuck
Everyone on that list
Would tell you
To just goddamn grow up
They gave their art
Nothing more is owed to you
We take their deaths as ransom
For the banality of our lives
They paid the fucking price
Does it matter
Shall we suck off the grim reaper
Death is welcome
For us all

19 July 2011

Her Uncle's Hand

Her Uncle’s hand was clasped tightly over her mouth
She could barely move from the force of his hold
Don’t scream, he commanded
Don’t make a goddamn sound
I’m going to let go of you
But don’t scream
Letting go, he attempted to touch her breasts and crotch
Once again, she let out a blood curdling scream
He put his hand tightly over her mouth
Silencing her
Alright, I won’t touch you
But don’t scream
Don’t make a fucking sound
Do you understand
She nodded as well as she could
Against the force of his hold
I’m going to let go of you
I will not touch you
As long as you don’t make a sound
Again she nodded in his grasp
He released his hold
She remained mute
All you have to do is watch, he said
He unbuckled his belt
Pulled down his pants
And pulled out his erect penis
He proceeded to masturbate himself
In front of her eyes
Until his messy climax

16 July 2011

Necrophilia Poem

Welcome to the game
Drag all of the pink roses
With you to your grave
You were pretty honey
When you were alive
But now your cold dead lips entice mine
I want to feel your dead flesh
As I caress you dear
I see you now as pure perfection
Deserving all of my worship
My goddess
My icon of love
You left this world forever
And far better off are you
The warmth of a living girl
Does nothing for me
I want to put your cold dead arms around me
You are not missing so much
The living hustle for a buck
I use my spit as lubricant
On my blood engorged cock
Slide it oh so delicately
Into your lifeless decaying cunt
I smell you as God meant you to be
Returning your corpse to the earth endlessly
All who abused you in this life
Shall suffer the eternal tortures of hell
The church bells ring
The children play

14 July 2011

Cutting Poem

When the stares turn to shock and rage
All they see are the scars I bear
How could you do this
The story starts with the knife I used
Dragged it across my arm until it felt good
Blood hits the air as the brightest red
This is my pain
Now I am in control
Wipe the blade clean
And wash all the scarlet stains away
Sometimes I cut along my upper thighs
Beyond detection
Cannot talk about the feelings
That are ready to destroy me
No use to cry or get angry
Drag the sharp edge across my leg
Oh God it feels good
Pressing so deep to find what I need
Emotions inside me are going to explode
Until I am dripping my blood
Far away from this life is where I want to go
When my heart is in a golden cage
Everything is spinning out of control
Need to take a hold
With all that I have left inside
Forget the shame
Do not ask me why I do this
Let the rivers of blood subside
As I put away my knife

09 July 2011

My City Could Kiss The Mushroom Cloud

Weakness
See it all around me
Every day
Rarely meet a strong person
You give a fuck what someone else thinks
Life in this world is a joke
Let us kick back and laugh at it all
No one really cares after all
My city could kiss the mushroom cloud
Would you fucks care
Naw
Too busy sucking each other off
If death came you would welcome it
Prelude to something crawling up your ass
You don’t give a shit
Cowardice in your spine
Run the yellow light
Punk
A mother kills her child
No one really cares
They are just bored
Afraid to go home
And confront their own
An asteroid may hit the earth soon
The ultimate cleansing
The human race has to prove itself worthy
Otherwise
Fuck it to the last pit in hell
Assholes