Disturb

What if i fell through this world and maggots picked through my torn flesh
A rotting angel pale blue
Heart still beating
Yet there is no life in me  
This world is botox and ive been cut by life u see
We are who are i am who i  strive to be

Awesome poem very dark gave me chills

                                                    Family Member                                                                   I used to know someone whom I thought was cool
The type of person whose house all the kids liked to hang-out at after school
I used to know someone whom I thought was cool
Man was I a fool
Family member who liked to receive the member of his family
Family member who liked to receive the member of his same gender
Family member who wanted my member, anally
While my father left me their for the night, not knowing what kind of man was he
He awoke me stroking my 13 y/o stock wanting me to ram him and make him bleed
I declined and repressed this fucked-up memory
Family member wanted my member
How the fuck could you do that, to a 13 y/o boy

“The End of Billy Dino’s Spice Operation”
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Little Billy was
not a big kid,
he had straight brown hair,
deep brown eyes,
a few freckles.
Yeah, he got heckled at school,
but other than that,
there was nothing
really special about him.
Well, he did do
weird experiments,
concocted mixtures,
I heard he made spices
from animals.
For years, his practice
of spice-making
went on rather quietly,
nobody suspected anything,
but every now and then,
a Rover, Spike, Spot, or Cody  
would disappear.
It seemed like
really
no big deal,
just another missing
domestic-animal.

One year, there was a
rapid disappearance of
all the neighborhood pets,
the year of the “Big Holiday Special”
down at Dino’s Bar and Grill.
The cache of pet collars found
in their dumpster was
the beginning of the end
for their operation.
When finally caught,
Mommy and daddy saw
nothing wrong with it.
After all, it was
the holiday weekend,
the busiest time of the year.
and they were restaurateurs
trying to make a buck,
earn a living selling
spiced turkey meat and rice.
Said it was just bad luck that
people couldn’t keep
an eye on their pets,
said that’s what
leash laws were for,
to protect the public from
psycho pet-killer sons.

Listening to Voices

In a small house in town
Alone in her chair
Sat a young woman
With a look of despair

In front of her, a fire
Roared with a grudge
But the women just sat there
She just couldn't budge

For hours before
A deed had been done
The guilt had consumed her
And it had only begun

The woman was wed
To a husband of girth,
A few months did pass and
She had to give birth

Her husband she hated,
And he knew it too
So he’d go off for days
To screw a new shrew

All the while, she was left
To care for the child,
Yet as time went on passing
Her mind, it ran wild.

She began to have visions
Of things that weren’t real
But to her they were true
And she believed with zeal.

She began to see blood
Drip down windows and doors
And hear voices cry out
As she finished her chores

Then that day she went up
To wake the baby from sleep
She got to door, then paused,
And almost swooned in a heap.

For the baby she saw,
Had eyes like black pits
And was seizing around
In the midst of a fit.

The mother was frightened
Then a plan came to light
This babe was of Satan,
So the child she’d smite.

The voices inside her
Said if she’d adhere
She would get off scott free
While the child disappeared

So she dragged the babe down
While it screamed out in pain,
On the fire she tossed it
Thinking “Now God will reign”

But a mistake had been made
And the voices had lied,
For the baby screamed out
As its flesh burned and fried

The child was no demon
She realized in terror
Just another bad vision
That cause her to error

The mother just stood there
For an hour or two
Until it was finished
But she knew not what to do

So she sat in that chair
Couldn’t look left or right
As she stared at the bones
In the fires dark light

She can still hear the screams
Even now, in her cell
Her baby, it haunts her
In her head, in her hell.

I heard Heaven but they didn't hear Me  
 
2 July, 0125
 
Young vivacious voices sang in the next room  
A church choir rejoiced on TV   
Their singing echoed in my head as if it were hollow  
But I laid there   
Frozen   
 
He was done with me  
Shredded my loins   
 
Beaten  
I tethered in this web bloodied and swollen  
Face down   
Jeans pulled to my waist on his kitchen table   
 
The hungry pants and gasps for air were  
No longer mine   
No longer his  
 
It was that damn pudgy faced nasty slobbering mastiff of his,  
Quasimodo   
 
He witnessed it all  
And he looked like he had seen it before   
Yet he cocked his head as if searching for   
the answer to some interstellar riddle  
 
He was still drinking that gin   
As he zipped up his pants   
He raised his glass as if toasting to my health  
Walked around the table  
Surveying my whimpering carcass   
 
He stepped aside to let me go  
He would not impede me  
Be steady   
But be swift   
I can't let him do this to me again   
 
Again?  
Did it happen at all?  
He was bigger than me  
Stronger  
I did fight, right?  
No it didn't happen  
 
Then why was I bleeding  
 
“Then he will say to those on his left,   
‘Depart from me, you cursed,   
into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.  
Matthew 25 41   
 
Television still on as I crossed his yard  
 
31 July, 0830
 
"You want to report what?" my commander demanded of me   
 
"You're talking about your squadron leader."  
 
"Decorated five times in three tours in the sand."  
 
"A husband and father of three."  
 
 'Yes sir' stumbled over my lips each time  
 
"I'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you,   
because you know his story will vary.   
What this will do to him, and do  
to you will be a quite scary."  
 
"Yes sir"  
 
This pangolin faced troll's only concern was  
the clerical nightmare it would bring   
He wanted to dismiss it as some petty matter  
That I needed to reform my way of thinking   
Hoping this fad would pass like I was some teenaged girl   
 
21 August, 1435
 
At my court martial   
I could still hear that chorus singing  
A brutal homicidal act was what the judge had said  
Then my life sentence was summarily read  
 
As the two MPs started to lead me away   
My commander only had one thing to say,   
 
"Robert, did you have to shoot the dog too?"   
 
"Yes sir."  
 
 
 
 
 
 

   

Rape

I sat at my desk.
Alone.
I pitied myself for living.
The disturbed teacher got up from her messy desk,
And like an elephant trying to solder tiny little electronics,
She wrote on the board.
It would not matter what she would write,
As I would be dead soon anyway.

Soon after, the bell rang.
Time to go to another fucking class, I said to myself.
I picked up the deadweight that everyone calls your "Body", and brought it to my next class.
I asked myself when it would happen, when I would finally snap.
A voice inside my head said "You already have"
I simply replied,
"Oh fucking great, now I have an asshole for a brain.
I already have had enough assholes in my life.

I walked home from school,
Smoking my pot as a walked past some faggots.
They asked "Hey, pretty lady, can I have some of those thing you got there?"
I hope they knew that I was a man, or I would not give them the liberty of calling them faggots.

I threw my backpack on the floor,
And when up to my room to see my best friend,
The drug kit.

I went downstairs after some time,
Still nodding off after my fix.
My parents asked me what was wrong,
So I simply replied,
"Rape"

The next day, sirens could be heard buzzing down Faggot Avenue,
Turning onto Rape Lane.
Some say that the sirens could be heard in the next town over,
In Fucktown.

I rid in the back of the car,
A mysterious long, black vehicle.
I overheard someone talking,
And apparently I am headed to be buried,
In the grave.

The everyday human schedule had took another victim.
I like to call this cycle, "Rape"

     

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