Red Meat

04/30/2013

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Fighting all these chains
To escape into a wonderland
Run free with the butterflies
Sore with the black crows

Get shot down 
With blood splattering on the ground
Hit pavement 
With your brains smeared on the concrete

Walk up to the corpse
And cut into it diagonally
Rip the guts out into the open
Smell rotten flesh

See crows pick at the insides
And let your pupils grow
Big and wide
With a sick grossest stare
Into the mangled body
That nurtures 
The maggots



































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If I screamed at the top of my lungs
Would you hear me?
Would you acknowledge the terror at the back of my throat?
Pumping through my heart
Sending fear into my blood stream

If was drowning before you
Would you save me fro the water slowly filling up my lungs?
Would you be the hand to pull me up?
Or will you be the tide 
That pulls me under

When I’m torn down and defeated
Will you be my savior to pick me up?
And give me the strength I need
To face the world that’s constantly against me
Or will you break me down
Until I’m consumed
By the worms and insects
That roam the earth

Who will help you?
When I’m gone and pushed away 
Into the back of your mind
Where thoughts and memories hide
To later become a blur
And fade away 
Like your compassion and mercy













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The gritty sand in between my toes
Also clung to my tongue

It made a grinding noise
Between my teeth

Giving me a headache 
Making my nose bleed

I feel the blood began to run
Thick, down my lips
And began to drip

Its pleasant sound
Of the droplets pitter-patter 
On the grains of sand
Made me react
I began to wipe away 
The blood from my face
And spit out the taste

The ocean spray remained the same
Except for the saltiness and bitterness
That made its way into my veins

I grind my teeth 
Making a scraping sound
Filling the quite calm air
Reminding me of bones being rubbed down

I walk along the shore and shiver
At the thought of you 

Now that you’re gone
I can’t help but remember 
How much I loved you




















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Dead corpse
Lay in your coffin
Where your body will be consumed
By the maggots and mice
That surround you 

You wont feel a thing
I can promise you that
I can’t say the same
For the critters that
Tare at your flesh
And enjoy your taste
It’s sad to see a vermin go to waste
Even they are more worth it than you










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Dreams

04/10/2013

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Let us dream
Of dreams that please our minds
Let us dream
Of dreams so extreme
That’ll make us jump at night

Let the wind do the talking 
And the night engulf you
Sound asleep 
You lay in peace 
Until dread stops you

Twist and turn 
Inside your brain 
And see the nightmares began to spread
Guts and gore
Blood shall pour
All through the darkness 

That implodes 













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She sat at her desk hearing the teacher speaking to the class about paying attention, but her mind was far from the lecture. The thoughts going inside her head were playing out over and over. She’d grab the scissors and stab her thigh.

    This played in her head for 15 minutes or so until she finally reached for the scissors and punctured her leg, the blades reaching her femur. She yelled in excruciating pain and began to shake. The scissors handles were the only things visible. Blood poured on the floor and screaming filled the room. The teacher was in shock and then entered into panic. The girl sat calmly with tears rolling from her eyes and spit on the sides of her mouth.

    Then she took her both hands and twisted the scissors deeper into her leg until she felt a crack.












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Dressed in black with red lips and porcelain skin showing off your white grin. You’re seduction sweet pure tantalizing desire. You walk swiftly across the room I can smell your alluring perfume thoughts rush to my head lust threatens my hands. I touch your soft skin then pull you close to taste your bitter sweet sin that’s dripping off your ruby red lips into my mouth, dancing with my tongue, and going down my throat. You pull back out of my grasp I need to hold you so I go forward. You slip out of my hands like silk spin around and walk away, I follow the silhouette of your curvy voluptuous body and the clicking of your heels. You lead me to a room with dim lights. I close the door behind us and begin to take off my clothes. My tie comes off first and you begin to unzip your dress my tux comes off second as you peel off your dress my pants come off third and you’re standing in front of me nude. I let passion take me over and pull you tightly towards my body, heat surges off your skin as we kiss and fool around scratches on my back as you release pleasant sounds. My lips are guided to your neck onto your shoulders my hands caress your spine I look at my finger and take off my wedding ring placing it near yours on the coffee table knocking them over as I lay you on top of the glass staring at your eyes being surprised at the beauty and wife my brother has. You grab the back of my neck and pull me on top of you letting your spine lift off the glass. Friction has taken over our bodies and we begin to sweat letting out sighs of hot sex. Once we are done we don’t say a word just put on our clothes picking up the wedding rings on the coarse carpet floor smiling at each other so later we can explore the sensations that carry us away into sin.














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This will be the last time I ever see your face
I’m leaving here  tonight in hope of fate
And a better place

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

Begging me to stay
Is such a sweet sight?
To bad my headlights are too bright
Crash into my arms
Drench my sweatshirt in tears
Watch me pull away
With a smile on my face
Ill trace you’re cheeks
With my cold fingers

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

Grab my arm with fear
That I’m leaving tonight
Dig your fingernails into my skin
Make my flesh sting
But I bet its not going to hurt as much as what I'm going to do tonight
Think of this as a favor that I'm doing you
How can you say you love me?
When you cant do the same for you

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

It’s a shame doll face
To see you cry in the rain
Now back away from the car door

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is…










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The hunger of the starved is gleaming in their eyes, as if to say they feed off of hope just to survive. The lonely and forgotten embrace faith to find love in the emptiness of their life. The human race pushes everything aside and gets sucked into envy and money. They take what they have for granted and in its place put misery. They fall into a place where mercy is no longer allowed, until they’re left with their sorrow pain and hate. Until their only alternative is the gun in their hand, but they don’t think about the bullet making its entry way into their temple leaving the heart racing and dying down while the blood splatters on the wall and runs down their head. With their eyes left open to see regret. They just don’t make out the fact of the failures and choices they’ve made. Death and then happiness is what rushes through their veins, head, and then hands. When they finally pull the trigger darkness happens and they are left alone and lost to deal with the damned.






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Disgust

03/14/2013

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Hush
Don’t say a word
Let the pain collect inside your gut
Until you feel sick and throw up
Let the acid burn the back of your throat
Let your knuckles turn white from the clutch you’ve got going on
Stay on your knees and let your hands tremble
Let the tears run down your rosy red cheeks
Stand up look at the mirror and thrust you’re head back down onto the toilet seat
To clutch your safe haven






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