Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice. But attrition never slowed you before. Stepping on faces, tripping over limbs. Fighting the machine gun's attention.
Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation. Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders. Crawling in or out, I don't know. But I kneel to the Gods of nausea. . In moments of reflection upon.
Short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg. Upon your frontal lobe. The unexpected siege of the fortress. Thought impenetrable world peace. . Just a few elusive frequencies away.
seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic. and stagnation should never get comfortable anxiously awaiting the answers.
Religion in the corner of my eye. A peeping tom and a hole in the sky. The last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. . Your parents will never know, stalked by child's nightmare.
Dear everything, today I witnessed. A crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details. But I don't think they have ever seen you.
With trembling fingers I trace her jawline. Geometric mystery of celestial design. . Her fragile lips for delicate grins. To spite the sour heart within.
This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash. For these pointless acts of self-flagellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling.
I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair.. It is bright red with random sparks.. My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity.. Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete..
The trivial little things left in your wake. Are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold. That makes us tense.
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus. like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges. and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends.
They heckle the gunshy assassin, led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of school.
She rolls out of bed. With the blankets wrapped around her. Around her dragging like the. Virgin's wedding gown. . There's a scarlet hourglass. At the base of her spine.
Foolish young visionary your proximity. To the corrupt epicenter razes your walls. Of morality walls of protection. Or of concealment temptation of raw power.
Long hair, lace - up boots. Red lipstick in my pocket. I'm on my own now. Backyard of your mind. No more words are spoken. Who knows what's left behind.
You called me last night. To say good-bye.. All I have to do is to delete your number. . Well, I really couldn't break your heart. It's made of silicon.
You crucify me day by day. And watch my eyes bleed. You squeeze my head. but I'm breaking bad. Won't bring me to my knees. Feeling like shit. Walking down the street.
Pure sounds. And whispers of the rain. Broken glass. Reminds me of the pain. I will disappear another day. Stop that noise. And leave me where I lay..