Submissions by PrettyHateMachine7

non compos mentis

that's right my mind is not right
growing madder by the week
it's the psychotic pulse that I seek
sometimes I want to cut in deep
hysterical chanting in my ear
even when you speak sincere
a deranged schizophrenic fit
I see not one in the mirror
but two, seven, and four
my reflections show me horror
demented voices and words
hell yes !
I'm insane in the membrane
not saying I like it
but I'm done trying to fight it
depression and bitterness is sweet
no longer do I see it as personal defeat
demonic...

The damned.

Light here, is a vexation and not allowed.



It waits....

for the malaise to ripen the accused;

becoming an accessory, within the jaws of suffering.

A judgement made marvelous by



the slow movements of  hell-fire


    and cirque du soleil.



Evil is calm.

All abiding to the spirits of ineffable marveling.

No sound of a beating heart. Only

confusing words spoken from the book,

of a darker art.


Picking, peeling apart, the...