Battle me...

The hell fuck ground (of misunderstood)      

This persistance
we call existance
has to return to ring
to continuity
or sing , aloud
misunderstood throws out the shroud
and alas no connectivity
is aloud ,
a fucking travesty
to the fuck awful
unlawful
cavity
inside and bound
by a lack of clarity
I think
to sink
down
to the hellfuck ground
my hands cover my crown ,
another
of all mothers
twat faced
and shit laced
yet again clowns,
why not
is a word forgot
I tell you this
for I will not
take the piss
or wield the poisoned hiss
or the fatal
apple eden
bullshit kiss ,
for I know
the show's like this
it blows
out your nose
as the breeze
from your sneeze
and the crap
from your ass
never  recedes
to end
so don't ever dare
call me
a rare fucking friend .

With the shot of a gun you took a life
With the stab of a knife you were forced to run

I saw what happened 
So now it's my turn 
to put your life to an end 

After you'll wish I       never existed 
I'll make you bleed 
And on your pain I'll feed 
I'll smile as you coward 
and wish for the torment to cease

After all 
it's all fun and games 
until the tables are turned

He comes to me in my dreams
He rips apart my seams
He rips apart my soul
And grabs my wrists and pulls
Me across the floor
Through a heavy bolted door
He locks us in
And returns to pin me down
He smiles as I frown
He begins to pleasure himself
And coress me
As  he uses his claws to tear off my dress
I try to scream but there is no sound
After he was done he allowed me to live
This is the gift he decided to give
But the truth was apart of me was abandoned
There always to be hidden
And never again me found

What's Coming  Around    


So what do you want
from me ,
you got each eye
so that I can't see ,
I try to look
kind of jolly , happy
I'm blind and I'm struck
by impossibility ,
the kind bestowed
upon , unwantedly ,
my ride you towed
the one you rode
for free ,
now I'm alone  
for your hilarity ,
the break
of my bones
a responsibility ,
to take but you don't ,
though my soul
you squeeze ,
such audacity
is attoned with ease ,
a flea's mentality
is at home , with you it seems .

An ignoramous ,
a blood swigger
you're so shameless ,
a truth rigger ,
your totally blameless
so how do you then figure this
a little miss painless ,
a gold digger
who makes no sense .


Reality devoid ,
depravity you employ ,
internally
you're a cavity ,
who strips me of all joy .

Self obsessed
and mercenary ,
your husband , a press
for the money you bleed
you're a self centered mess ,
you think that you're the best
but I know
as I don't guess
you've got it coming , from me .








 

Crazy Me , Sane You    (SP Summerscales)

I like crazy
it is my way
clarity , reality
it is too fake  ,
you always want a go
at me
your so perfect
and  now blame free
what you don't get
is I can see
that things aren't what
they seem to be
devoid
of all
responsibility
paranoid
and with the gaul
to try and judge me
but you cannot buy the call
of a bird who's free
there's only you who'll  fall
when your up in a tree
looking down on all the small
that from once you'd feed .

You used to class me
as your mentor
now your nasty
and judgemental .

You cheated the test
that qualify's your fight
your only the best
at living a fat lie
you've a phoney zest
inside a faulse life
with such adamance
at always being right
but you jumped the fence
when things got tight
the pounds the pence
only shine a light
on the shallowness
of your plight  
but at least I can rest
when I sleep each night .



 

Thanks For Nothing    

Thanks for nothing
you piece of shit ,
just keep on humping
you dirty bitch ,
you evil two timing , slimy witch
how many more men
did you actually pitch ,
I hope that you got sore
and with a nasty itch ,
you then had the gaul
to try and take a piss ,
over me on the floor
well , guess what you missed ,
you're a total whore  
that I abhore with a fist ,
a bacterial form  
rates up , higher on my list .

You tried , to take
the lives , that I did make ,
you lie
then castigate
to try
and get your way ,
you're a mother fucking fake
scum licking , hooker , waste
cash plucking , dumping faced
cunt sucking , nasty place .

You can stand around
growl you hound and frown
but I aint going down ,
never
to capitulate
not ever
will I start to break
you're a twat from hell , who I hate
and that for now , is us to date .

 

swagger

I know nawt of love
I'm a stranger to shame
I deal only in lies
and the reality of pain

emotions you can keep
emotions are my tools
I keep them in my bag
to cheat, betray and fool

You think you know me
you know nothing

you are just sheep to me
nothing more than meat to me
your pleading, nawt but bleats to me
you shout at me
you cry at me
you even try your smile at me
but in the end you'll come to see
your words and charms don't work on me
you'll think hard ' how this came to be?'
that I'm the last thing
you'll ever see.

Forever Mine

I want to transform her into a work of art
Paint her in the crimson byproducts
Of her soul laid bare, contorting her body
To the perfect shapes and shadows for the photographs
Before delicately devour every delicious inch of her
Awash with passionate purity, the hue of
Love and hate, rage, seduction… and sex
And I don’t even have to touch myself
To feel the orgasm coming, that heat between my legs
Shooting through my veins so hard I scream
Brought on by the image of blood flowing
From her beautifully broken body, in rivulets
That speak to my heart, with the forever unspoken
“I love you” that I never meant anyway
When all she has ever evoked is the longing for violence
And the desire to destroy something beautiful
So to keep it forever mine

"Broken Woman, Broken Man"


I'm crying and shaking now,
lowing long, wailing and steeled.
My knuckles are cracked and bloodied,
punching nothing but the dimpled tarmac
in a pool of teeth and offal.

Saliva - mine - is rolling away,
over my grey lips and off my chin
falling silently onto her broken face.

Waves of violence course through my arms,
a crush of power visibly shakes my tired triceps
as I dutifully pound my fist again
again again again
again, through
and past her useless skull.

I pause to howl and wail,
like a battered child at Christmas.

Wiping my spit and mucus
from my neck and chest
with snapping fingers,
I move backwards
and feel the rusted, stuttered barrel
of my hundred-year-old Webley pistol
push against her bruised thighs
and the torn flesh between her legs.

With a blackened finger
on an unoiled trigger,
and my other snapped digits
wrapped around my lazy, bluntly oozing prick,
I slide the reddened steel gun-pillar
into her for the last time.

Biting my tongue
until my own filthy blood
falls from my lips,
I cry out once more,
scream at her
and start to beat my weakened chest,
as I push as much of the corroded pistol
into her as I can.

Like cattle, I bray into the air
as my gun-hand becomes wet
with blood and semen
and I begin to strike myself
as hard as possible in my bruised testicles,
waiting for some life to appear in my useless cock.

But no life comes,
and I lose interest,
turning my fingers now
to her ugly torn breasts,
beating them, as if they were drums
allowing air to escape her bent trachea
and for a while we groan together,
her - motionless and myself a broken wall.

I gaze ultimately at her eyes,
both smashed apart yet closed,
staring somehow.
Her tongue,
cut apart and black,
lazily resting between her broken cheekbones.

And with a final glance at her dessicated frame,
I squeeze my finger that's still inside her
and for one fleeting moment
the appearance of my rusted pistol
is lost in a flash
of lightness and darkness.

These entries have left me a lil saturated today thank you.. I knew you all were out there.. YES!!

Stewed Twins

Hello their!
Come in, Come in!
No need to be scared,
I found your twin.
She's taking a nap,
Down in the cellar.
Follow me lass,
Let's go get her.
Yes, over here,
Through this hall.
That's not blood my dear,
I'm just re-painting these walls.
We're getting closer now,
Just a few more steps.
Oh look, my bat!
Hey, watch your head!
Oops, you were too slow
And now your like a doll,
But thanks for the help
And you blood on my wall!
Oh little girl,
You look so good!
Your brain form swirls
And it got me in the mood.
For a delicious little child,
Chopped up and stewed.
Can't decide, spicy or mild,
Hmmm, sweet will do! ...

Holy F***!!!! Will you marry me...lol

              HOLY GANGSTER  IS  BACK
All  this  time  I  tried  to  be  nice
I  had a  thing  in  mind   that  this   wasn’t  right
These   big  ass  losers   mistreated  me   with  strife
I  think  I  loved   what  they  did   hitting  my  heart  with  a  knife.

My  happiness  is   now  a  big  zero
My  past  victories  u  dissed   them  all
Okay  I  get  it  I’m  not  your   hero
Guess  what? IM  BACK    my  rage  is  high  in  triples.

I  have  potentials  only GOD  can  count
Am  more  vicious  angry  and  most  of  all  proud
I  kill  everyone   when  I  pronounce  it  with   my  mouth
Deuce  to  all  haters   because  the  holy gangster  is  back.

I  need   everything   that’s  not  a  wish  but  a  must
Every   step   I  make   I give  this  fu… haters  dust
Anything   will  work  out   because  I’m   smart
I  rather   spill  blood   but  this  mission   wont  burst.

Hate  me   to  the  fullest  mother…. I  don’t  care
Fu….  I  don’t  need   your  mother…  opinions  hater
Life  to  you  will   never   ever   be  fair
And  I  start  off   by  shitting  your  a..   like  its  nectar.

         SICK  TALK
They  were   many  champions  present
In  what  they  did  they  deserved  to  be  legends
After  all  of  them  here  I  come the   magical  poet  blessed
To  take  control  even  if  it  means  ill  have to  do it  reckless.

I  CAN  I  done  it  before   and  I  will  do  it   again
Every   second   I  breath   ill  live  to  the  fullest  gain
The  reading  lists,my  followers, my  readers. Comments and  everybody  else
Believe  me  the  reason  I’m  in this  competition  is  to   win   the  trophy  again.

Failure  forget  it  and  give  it   a  bye
All  imp  focused  is  how  to  improve   my   life
I  believe   that  I’m   hot   with  style
Apart  from  that  I   practice  every  little  thing I  write.
I  work  out  things  that  have  never  been  done
I  do  this   for   me  and  everyone  its  beyond  fun
So  if  u  hate  me,i  don’t  know  what  u  are  waiting  son
This  game  I’m  playing  now  I’m  the  only  number  one.
               
I  wish  to   spread  my  ink   in  my  paper  and  talk
Tell u  that  I’m  good   and  I  always  rock
But  I  think   its  best  for  me  to  stop
Somebody  is  about to  get  sicker  with   this  sicker   flow.

Slash and burn

Hands flaying the air
gasping for breath
screams unuttered
eyes bulging in despair
laugher, gleeful
Loud, cruel
bodies flashing
in mirrors
knifes slashing
anguish
pain
Engorged tools
rip the cleft
made for birthing
made for pleasure
they rip without mercy
plunging and thrusting
coupled uncoupled
a parade of erections
succumbed
fell
patrol
match
The fire burn
merrily
silence at last
At last.