little files of problems. come screaming from the mouths. backwards fill the empty bag. and take out all the angst. . walk towards the echo. shaving the skin.
[Punjabi]. Hasdey, hasdey, Mahini!. Chando teen chamka mari.. . Unka jaadu hoga hota vich hai.... . [English]. Smile, smile, oh, beloved!. Three moons are shining..
why do you cry. is it because your helpless. do you need direction. do you just need somewhere. to lie your tired eyes. . now i wonder why. if i never met you.
god is sleeping. on my bed. calling sheep, for his. caravan. pictured in light bulbs. soaked in alcohol. soiled conclusion. warmed instead. . oh no. temperature rising.
so peculiar the way she dances. and she makes me follow to, follow to. follow her feet, follow her feet. she breathes atony. i blame no one but myself.
Blood raining from the skies. Storms raging in the night. Death foretold, billions to die. . Fires burning, roasting flesh. Rats feeding on the dead. World dying, it's the end.
Embalming room, body lies. Lying stiff, still alive. Filled with formaldehyde. Fluid slowly takes the life. Stomach punctured, torn apart. Chemical injections start.
you look posessed, like a dark coal hearted girl. cramps in the neck, as the snake retracts and coils. fireflys swimming in your head. and the splinter is... my twin is dead.
Buried - alive - in the - coffin. Maggots - pour in - eating - your flesh. Larvae in your eyes. No one hears your cries. Eats all you insides. Devours you alive.
i'm not your lover. it hurts to discover. you and your other. naked on the floor. . crawling around, around inside of you. everything we do is insignificant.
Lying in the tub. Need to spill your blood. Throats and wrists are slit. Now it's time for your death. Body slowly drains. Pouring from the veins. Blood is rising high.
the perfect life. the white picket fence kind. the upstanding type. the perfect lie. we've all got demons inside. that tear out the pilgrim dressed in white.
Sadist straps her in the chair. Pulls out her teeth, cuts her hair. Toothless bitch gives bloody head. The fucking whore will soon be dead. Drill into the cranium.
she walks with her head so high. she can't even touch the ground. her scholarship didn't provide. wisdom beyond college now. her parents feel funny. they know what's best for her.
Insanity. Rage Unleashed. Need To Kill. Blood Will Spill. . Drill The Head. Lust For Death. Mutilate. Victim's Face. . Force The Drill. In The Skull. .
i can tell you're angry. but thats just no excuse. and that won't stop the hand. that has to teach again. stop your violent eyes. because no one can hear.
Tormented by his lover's death. Need to recreate the flesh. Seeking perfect body parts. Experiments about to start. . Dismember to bring back the dead.
shadows on the. wall of reason. staring back at me. with maternal infancy. terra firma. hard to swallow. to ground eternity. and molest reality. . feelings complicated.