The gluttons mouth a tireless beast, feasts on wanton needNo conscious thought to maintain grace, survives on only greedWho gorge their bloated souls in lust and choke on foolish prideThen feign at shock, at hardships fought, to find that love has died Now show yourselves, misled folk, with roars of selfish rageNo longer can your … Continue reading Reign Over Love
Darkness opens below me I stare down until it swallows me I cannot break free The undercurrent of melancholy Tosses me, beats me Then washes me away Into the deafening isolation Loneliness it seems Is louder in the silence I'm caught praying for apparitions Something in all this nothing Even a trace of your face … Continue reading Another Week In The Black
Poor little Ned Was asleep in bed When he woke to a worrying sound What did he hear Something most queer His heart it began to pound He tried to hide He ran outside Circling round and round They searched for him But it was grim He was nowhere to be found Mother thought And … Continue reading Children’s Rhyme: Little Ned
Monostich: Your Heart Is Like IKEA; so all encompassing, men are lost for days, some weeks, some never seen again.
I can't make sense of my own hand in front of my face, trippy. This stuff works quick. What did I take again? And where am I? This happens every time. Why didn't I leave myself a note? Maybe I did. I can't see one though. Looking, looking, looking. Wait. What am I looking for? … Continue reading A Handful of Nonsense