WRITING

"QUESTIONS MARKS THE SPOT"

Want to abuse the use?

try to choose the noose

abused, chewed cut thru the blind fuse

lost caught up in a mine shaft trapped

slowly turning into a blood bath laugh

caught this time now going to fry

colored outside the lines,

wait to die.

What else is there?

scared tired to sane to care

lock up your hair

or shave the skull leaving it bare

breaking the pattern

what else to do as organic matter?

symbolize life as a ladder

scattered, disaster.

lasting as a master

peaking on the edge of a plaster caster

fitting the mold, getting old

crying on your knees

reaching a new low

behold no goals

play all day, buy or die

SOLD!!!

"The Scent"

Wanting to escape, but no where to go

needing to find a means to an end

instead bury the trouble with a shovel

reaching into the dirt, discovering a new goal.

looking into the abyss

hearing the sounds of cattle

battle screams of torment begin to reak and hiss

ongoing smoke and fire burning to a crisp.

smelling of desire

something new something old

either way it draws a sadistic smile cold

what has yet to come

should be fulfilling in the least

why has it taken this long to unchain the locks

uncovering the keys to unleash the beast

destruction stands before the pack

lust and love mistaken

revenge served up for an attack

cant realize who is really faking

losing a life creating a wife

a bond that stricken

for the truth has no lies

sickened by fascination

no need ever to apologize

good or bad happy nor sad

an end has to come for freedoms to run

nobody needs to be a dad or even a son

go back now before the world gets to loud

the scent picks up so lucid, so fowl....

"Carnival Prize"

She looked at me

with a tear upon her cheek

loving the words I spew

trapped alone under devils creek

what other saving can I do?

Hiding back at the fort

corked, celebrating the new justified lord

slaying millions without looking back

money signs on their heads

Its in the bag

now clean off the blood with a cold chilled bath

Quiet don’t say those words

someone might hear you, and the name you curse

It could be worse we all say

least we work and breathe at the end of a long day

then spend it all for the occasional lay

Strike him down where he stands

cockroaches will only grow

disease over the land

Now the darkness has spread

not what you think

all the shit that your fed

go to bed

close those eyes

don’t let them try to infest your mind

stay locked away from propaganda lies

fearing getting left behind

Blaming you for a crime

innocent is the plea

the system has you

stop being so frugal

Now looking back at her

knowing what you know

tell her to run and desert

before becoming the main course

that’s a price no one

I mean no one can afford!!!

"The Room"

I'm locked away again,

for sins I haven't committed.

The walls are dark, and filled with mirrors,

just to show I'm alone in here.

I don't even have a key to this lock

wait! I think I just heard a knock!

The door opens and guess who it is?

My friend misery come to pay me a visit.

I said I'm not home, in reply well at least your not alone,

regret is a payment no one should own.

A voice shouted out of a mirror,

of course it was my friend fear.

I'm quite popular in my room of doom,

but I know my guest should leave soon.

Right as I close the door, anger comes for more.

He explains to me, over a nice cup of tea

HATE is what I need!

That is the key to get me out of here

so I make a date with Hate over a few beers.

She told me his secrets and gave me the key.

It led me into the house of the likes no one should see.

Now it's to late, because nothing but Death surrounds me!