The Curtain Call

Moments passed
away and
I ran through the
motions as if
I were possessed.

Awakening memories
of your pale
naked body
that I
once caressed.

What seemed
to be left
was stolen
right in
front of my face.

You slept
for an eternity
leaving
behind our
sacred place.

The hypocrites
of today
unknowingly seal
their own fate.

Looking down
pretentiously
but it's themselves
they truly hate.

We are chosen,
the broken and damned
that you keep
trying to
be rid of.

Try as you may,
we won't accept
defeat and live
in a world
without love.

Deciphering
the codes
sent out to
the masses in
a screen of
every size.

Still, we
know that in
the passing
of eternity you
offer up
your own demise.

So scheme
away and spend
your fortune
on nightmares
and maddening dreams.

Evil giving
way to hatred
induced from love
at the curtain call
or so it seems.

Without Salvation

Emotionally
eclipsed
by the fall from
grace that I took.

Slamming myself
inside, I
knew you were cumming
by the way you shook

Regarding my
own misery
I wore it
like a glove,

and what
it is to me
is the
opposition of
true love.

I suffer
madness in
screaming silence
without salvation.

Immersed
in sadness
I still
don't understand
my damnation.

I look
to the sky
while wishing
someone cared
for the
two of us.

Rehabilitating
my actions
even though my
treatment
was unjust.

Those bitches
swarmed like
vultures
over me in
my pain.

Just waiting
to pick
apart anything
left that
was still sane.

Porno Scene

My stability
is founded by
indecisiveness to move
either way.

I wanted to care
when you struck
but no words were
left to say.

You've compounded
insult with injury
leaving my wounds
too deep to heal.

You hate
groupies made
horror and
fantasy all too
demeaning and real.

With humility
I apologized while
I stood before
you with my heart
totally open.

I remember
your wicked smile
as you reached
in and completely
destroyed what
was broken.

You walked
into the pathway
of a psychotic criminal
playing a hero.

Your toxicity
overflowed while
you reveled
in the idea of me a zero.

No one told
me you were coming
but I knew
your darkness was
my kind.

Still, we were
banished
by mutiny leaving
only insanity
until the end
of time.

The righteous growth
spurt was
stunted as the inversion
of chaos prevailed.

Another lie
was tweeted and
virul as the
nail upon the
crucifix was nailed.

Upon this
quest to the
truth that lies
within the rainbows
I find beauty in death.

In purgatory
hall the leaders
of the anonymous meetings
were spun from
slamming meth.

Is there
another way
to an
ending that's
more like a
porno scene?

Is there
anyone
out there to even
care or
understand anything
I mean?