christbreath on the windowpane

the wounded shepard,
wounded
still, he tended to me
I had made my homecoming
to the delight of no one in particular
Immersed in a crowd of unfamilar faces
a certain
hostility was felt
i had secrets, my share
but no one knew, yet
I was still looked upon as an abomonation
I took up my arms and began to figh
gnashing my teeth with the ferocity
of hell and lucifer
I failed.

I've lost

The Antitdote of Possesion
With bleeding eyes, I offer my apologies
My skin is boiling off
my autopsy in progress
my anger with you resides entirely within
the battlefields of emotion
your pale ghastly skin illuminates
my face and misery
and with unsplendid candor
i begin to dissect you
with the chance to one day
consume you whole.

A Handbag Fashioned of Christ
I've spent my entire life on the outlying
islands
I might as well live on Jupiters moons
for when I see her, I stop.
I don't ir can't continue. Whisper how
pathetic i am in my ear.
shes pulling me into the massacre.

The Beauty Of A Car Crash. pt 3.

Miss America, girl next door. All smiles when
it counts. Reckless behind closed eyes.
Assume her to be comprised of simply hormones, fake beauty and alcohol.
What she's lacked in IQ she makes up in Blood Alcohol content
and
and
sloppy blowjobs

She's not expecting it.

Guardrails make the prettiest jewerly
for this fluorescent lipped siren

The last mistake was her eyes

mother, raise children.
all she had to remember them by was screams
and a roadside memorial.

Miss America disentgrated into the wind shield
moonlight an eerie backdrop
to the end of her.

Alone, at the end of the world
Im lost
like little kid department store lost
middle of the ocean
running out of life
but not distraught
Im lost
Im not coming home, again. ever.
I love you.

splendid
All the years of you
gnawing away at my face
have worn thin
caustic hands steal my eyes
before i can object
my tongue seperated from mouth
by use of force
i've seeked to find out when
im supposed to become
final.
but my heart is being torn and slowly split
serves all.

A+B_C

Blood form under my eyelids
your icepick dragging the surface
retinas severed by the force of your
transgressions
consume me for the sake of nothing
it is of no importance if you conduct the
symposium of how to destroy my body
through use of brute strength and trauma
take your hands off from around my
neck
I seek to breathe.

bull

a maggot
sarcophogus cocooning it's being
writhing in it's tomb,
it's mausoleum a reflection of it's shame
he must be destroyed

it's life, splintered
the shards of glass, a bitter taste of victory
bellowing from the treetops
it's aura a dissection of it's values
his morals decrepid, the plagues seeking
and seeping

it's doomed
doom

who will save us? who will save the people?
deliver us, deliver us from evil
deliver us from madness

or we will die

and die alone.

we were always the best at being shameful.