I'm not scared of dying.
Living seems to be the
only frightening aspect of reality.
Just being is making foot prints at
all the places you been.
Your eyes are fixated on happiness
while the man in front of you has a
tool palpitating for you.
Grasping the tiny member is
like holding a baby carrot
his face was no better to
look at: scruffy face, double-chinned,
and ragingly *****.
Hands behind my neck curates
whats next ...
bobbing for apples and coughing
grudgingly
tearing eyes and exercised reflexes
give to the masterful art
of *******.
smiles are priceless, if met with
the supply of eye contact.
your heart isn't for sale, but
your orifices are.
Hyper-sexuality is the name of
the game.
your *** should be as big as your
ego, mouth wide enough to swallow
beer cans, and eyes sweet enough to
defile.
wiping your mouth
you find a hair.
"this means extra!" holding it
to him.
"I told you over the phone"
Man throws you the money and drops
you off at the local flea bag
hotel.
Waiting ... waiting ... waiting ...
the call of a stranger, can
be stranger than ever each time
you answer.
next guy wants you to play with his
****, while you humiliate him by
spitting in his face

ne more fight in this ******* house.
i swear to Satan i'm going to blow
my ******* brains out.
im tired of your pathetic pity and selfishness of lies
you spread them like a disease.
beg me to hit you
i dare you please.
you kick
i punch
enough is not enough.
slap me
kick me
beat me where its gonna hurt.
wring me out
choke me
give me what i deserve
oh mother, tear me apart im begging you, please!
give me the hard love
give me what i need!
ignore my cries
silence my screams.
give me the pain that
sends me to my knees.
**** me off
wont you hit me again?
im not tired.
i love the way you hate me.
i want to feel the hate
the anger
the aggression.
why apologize
when im gonna **** up again?
oh loathe me
i continue to show my face.
ill stop since im such a disgrace.
same time tomorrow?

I have a lot of nightmares,
Sometimes I dream of you dying in my arms
Sometimes I dream
That I'll never get to see
The end of the war.
I plug in my headphones
And try to listen to a different tune.
But somewhere along the way
I end up playing the same old blues.

He stopped sleeping one night, alone
Keeping his eyes awake, watch
As he lies vacantly, treading
Through tough thoughts, though
Knowing less by knowing, more
Memories fleeting by, now
He begins to itch, finally
Fingers twitching like moth's wings, fast
Scratching at sin scar skin, alone
Until he sleeps forever, more?

As i jumped from the plane intending to take my life,
All i could think of was my darling wife;
how she'd left me a few days ago,
And how her departure has made me low;
She took my kids with little to say,
But a few lines indicating that she'll be far away.

i remember the good old days, how it used to be,
And how i thought that we will be for enternity;
I was very wrong- it is clear to see,
I resort to a song to drown my misery;
There was a time when she was all i had,
And the thought of it then made me glad;
I would ride on my cycle with a smiling face,
Today all of it have become utter disgrace;
she gladly told her friends about me,
Our tender kisses and how i tickled her fantancy;
in eachother's arms, we'd talk of the kids we'd have,
Not knowing what exactly that life would serve;
and many more but little time to say,
For all my folly, this is how i repay.

"My dearest" is what she said,
"For all these years i felt i was dead;
you break my heart with the love that you give,
When tremendous bashing is what i thought to recieve;
i spent the nights thinking you were insane,
You never felt hurt nor did you feel pain;
these kids are mine but none are yours,
I despised our *** but desired the other *******;
i have gone with the kids foerever from you,
And will tell them that you being their daddy, was never true;
you have loved me so much all these years,
My heart wanted adventure, no wonder the tears;
now i take this big leap out to be with this man,
Whether he loves me or not, he is my ideal man;
and incase you wonder who he really is,
i am glad to tell you-he is the one who gives me peace;
goodbye my darling, do what you have to do,
Incase you live or die, i will never come for you."

As i plung through the sky rehearsing these words,
I hoped to meet my makers- my waiting gods;
but here i lay with my eyes wide open,
Still on earth and not in heaven;
all i can feel is excrutiating pain,
From a broken body and self disdain;
i have lost every limb of my body,
No love, nor hope nor family;
what kind of life is this that i have lived,
That even when i wanted, i am not deceased?

Listen.
Shhhh...
You are afraid.
So am I.

Listen.
The Drum in your chest beats,
Mine does not.
Shhhh.
Listen whilst they laugh.
At you.

You are alone.
Listen!
Silence...
I am alone.
Our words eaten by the Dark.

Listen!
you're in a cage.
All you see is the Dark,
It is your friend.
He is your only option.

You're in the middle of an ocean.
Listen!
Nobody is there,
With you.
And often you sink.
The Darkness teases you.
You are vulnerable.
You can't breath.
I,
I can't breath.

You are an illusion.
Society's ghost.
The voice in the back of their mind.

No one can see You.
The true You.
You are the one who walks hand-in-hand with the dark.

And when they do see you,
They tell you to see the light.
Just try, they say.
Ohhhh trust me,
You try,
I tried.
Eventually you realise.
There is no light!
Only Fire...
Fire!
Of course.
You have found your light.
Fire....
It was given to you.
He helped you.
He is your only friend.
Who?
The Darkness.

You go around,
Spreading your fire.
Every time it spreads,
The Dark grows stronger.

Where you was once a ghost,
You are now a candle.
They finally see you.
You burn bright.
You have their attention.
Until the candle goes out.
You go out.
You lose your light.

He calls out to you.
Tells you to take his hand.
He bribes you.
He gives you a knecklace.
It leaves a Dark mark.

He didn't tell you?
My knecklace was made of rope.
What was yours?

Listen!
Shhhh...
Your no longer screaming.
Your no longer alone.
Your no longer in pain.
The Dark is comforting you...

It didn't matter if she didn't get the lead,
She was always going to be the best actress,
Nobody could ever see past her mask of happiness.
For her, the curtains was never closed until her pulse stopped beating and she stooped feeling.

Tiger eyes behind
Silver lines and
Nonexistent badges of authority.
Your somewhat of a
minority without a voice
nowhere to turn,
But turn fierce.
Your teeth sharp as ever
Never better!

Your coat is Fancy,
Your story isn't
You ****** with some guy
to get where you are.
Not very far from where
you started .
So you started to pout
and pour your spout on
Someone else for 200 dollars

Incums great you
roll in the bills(dollars)
Smile is fake, but you make it
because you faked
your "O" face and recited
The other vowels
on their lips.