You think of a city, perfectly deserted, and when someone asks what music plays in their graveyard, a place where nothing else exists, only bones and in all his wisdom, God tells you they are your motherís and fatherís bones and their parentsí bones before them.
If you could pick any music to play there, you would pick a violin concerto and let it play until their eyes no longer haunt you and their bones are quiet and await with patience all the splintered and crushed bones of their children.
writing pain with blood doors found once thought lost to die and die again just to feel alive few would pay the cost of martyrdoms' of pure existence finding transcendence through sin forever trapped within a world of hunger and agony walls come crashing down love seeks red tinged lust eyes dilate ragged breathe gasping the mind thrown to it's knees now floats free a tableau of horror on the bed guttural screaming raw nerves plucked like harp strings and you smile in harmony in an endless...
sunk low in the unbearable abyss avoiding the unknown, what lies ahead in the mist, waiting in the dark for someone carrying gifts
the time is neverending holding fake smiles, within the blending wearing certain materials keeping up his appearances to be perceived as threatening
written out scripts to perform flaunting their perfume already worn dreamy eyes to compel, hiding the scars that had been torn oblivious to believe this was how he was born, shunning away of his truest form ...
Paper plates to avoid doing the dishes A small garbage can so you donít overfill the one we already have Donít say anything at all Sleep in fear if you can sleep Question everything you love Think about those who betrayed you Realize you live with monsters
inside the fear I gasp I beg to be released from this terror long shadowy days the beauty of the brightness the garden shaded over with violence
calm is disrupted in an instant with little time to think you have to use your instincts life happens in a moment and so does death horror can fall upon your head anywhere at anytime I prepare in my mind and I pray I will be safe
I don't like feeling this way so I block it out all the things that could go wrong and the dark scenarios a person can face
After the wedding He wrapped her in chains Heavy naval chains Every year he added another link To tame and crush her The pressure of the iron weight Only made her stronger And when she felt her knees Begin to buckle She broke free from her fetters As if they were made of clay He ran for his life For he knew what he had done She would have squashed him Like a roach Like a hornet