Monday, May 26, 2014

The End of the Show


A place
beyond the seal
and stolen perforation.

Held tightly
to the fabric
of exotic desperation.

They leered
like madmen
looking past
the bars.

Youth walked
out on me
once I got
the scars.

There’s no
secret life
to live
or fairy tale ending.

There’s no
hope that
my brokenness
is on the mending.

Uncouthly
staggering
while holding
the stripper pole.

Damnation's
price was
only to steal
away my soul.

The totality
of reverence
equaled a nil.

I’m in a panic
because I
need another pill.

Gruesome
horror stories
found
their revelry
in my fear.

Looking
to the skies,
praying,
but nothing
did I hear.

The jest,
the fool,
the mockery
of a living man.

Tortured,
and soul-raped
is all that's left
of who I am.

Invasive
sacrilegious
bigots judge me
in my demise.

The same
ones who claim
righteousness
of whom I despise.

You may find
it amusing
to watch the end
of the show.

I crack
a smile
knowing that
hell is where,
you too, shall go.



Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Isn't a Path Left

In a moment beyond words, 
prior to the formation, 
an emotion
escaped my secret.

In a place beyond time, 
before the reclamation,
I told you
to just keep it.

Wreckage
from the collision
that splintered
my psyche
was lying around

Looking 
in every direction
realizing
only deception
was to be found.

The truth of it
abandonment
with her hatred
progresses my death,

No answer to be told,
no sales to be sold,
and
there isn't a path left

No future
set in stone
but my destiny is hell
amongst my brethren
who don't give a fuck.

Suicide,
homicide,
maddening is the plea
of one who's never been
smiled upon with luck.

A broken soul
that can't grasp
or conceive
a concept
of any happiness.

To be loved
was the goal
that leaves me
chained and bound
to an eternal loneliness.