I've written these stoned, and sober. But im schizophrenic so these are all kinda trippy. Excuse the length, but I didnt figure it would make sense to make multiple threads. "Trip." Sweat.rolls.nothing.tasted.; bodybag.life is hastened. Sever ties, its how you face it. Though no one hears them snap, cuz 'suprise' no one cares I'm spending another day teething on air. No queen of the damned, no pardon from safety Never gave up, never threw up, never wasted Then why is the echo of my pulse such a train wreck? And sentenced to heave as its chambers are bruising Swollen muscle against muscle, combustion amuses me Step away quickly trip over myself Trip over the edge, bring on hell. "Thou.." Know better than a black hooded priest Fuck charades, give yourself away Bust and tarnish precious china, break Begging for mercy since you scratched upon the surface Of sin, of esctasy, of everything lethal But chose to deny for fear of offending The assholes in the sky who rain down the goods Then outlaw the meal just prior to partaking On unchartered waters the sailor dies calloused, Face down finally, gone to the birds Sorrow's karma floods the house and the coffin Fuck knows where your now floating amongst us Never heard a tune so bittersweet Funeral march of a priest >FUCK WITH HIM.< Fuck this shit, I don't begin, To comprehend. So satan begs, fuck with him. Contort his image steal his vice He's the death of jesus christ Blead, disembodied, with a glowing ideal Kid'll never believe it for the hole in his chest Suicide's martyer was never so cliche Born still fighting, he'd bust out some day Come to the grave see the stoney faces of friends lost, Love lost, life is wasted Reality is cruel, materialistic whore The sources of greed, lust, equity and war Pain is best scallpeled, than felt as a whole But he's crouched here, alone, feeling the force Closing the curtain, pulling the cord "Fear kills feeling" Etched upon his grave "Nothing I tasted, nothing I gained." "Untitled" I'm only biding, biding time Soon this existance won't be worth the life, The wasted liver, the bitter taste The strife, the love, the scars retraced I positioned my limbs in proper disgrace, as my family cried in agony Then bled inside my mouth knowing I might one day greet all, again I've used, abused, and been amused At everything I've been I've slashed apart my plastic bubble, and torn my paper skin Released into society, identified only, as a plague you'll never comprehend Fellow maggots, Lets submit It won't hurt too bad in my intoxicated bliss Like a seed imparted from its fruit, I'm alone. So on this night I'll take this cup upon my lips And savor this ripened wine. I've lived the life and lost the war Gabriel is probably staring now, in angry horror As my vitals are fading, my bowels spill out The stench is overwhelming in this shit, well, Now maybe my children will know what I'm all about. "Another Untitled" It's seething, and clashing, and boiling, I'm bleeding. I'm begging to god let my hope not be in vain. Pleading with the little men to listen for once. Another grain, another cut. The(y) answer: Why it's one less vein to spear, as you bore! After all, who leave nerves unsevered, you fool! You can't bear the pressure all over again. Since the last time you ignored us, hell you're still mending. You're unstable, worthless; Inhumane and heartless. Give it up, fall to the dust and save a poor man a coffin. No good, motherfuckin, piece of shit, No one. Me: Thank you dear friend, If I'm not mistaken, you [once] gave a shit? We're falling apart here piece by piece. I used to exist, I actually achieved. Sitting at the pit of a candyland stand, you wouldn't believe. Vomit runs down my chest, flies feast on the flesh. Hollow out the carcess of a stillborn man, All but lost in confusion. Replie(s): Muuuuaahhhh! Look at the man twitch! There's a fly in your ear. Oh shit, my bad. Just a hitch. You're caught in our tow and it turns you purple. Oh you wish it was blue, How-ow you wish it was blue! Be free from the misery/shame inflicted upon you. Ro-ock in circles all the day long, Split second blink, catch a glimpse of your nightmare to come. Me: I'm so-o distorted! So fucking distorted! Look at myself in the mirror, a contortionist! I'll say this now, I'll say this forever, I'd bleed til I'm white if I knew about forever. Games, games. Da-ancing in the flames. Of my lighter. OoO the pretty lighter. Smoke until I'm gray, I'll fade with the ashes. Oh boy now I get to be a *black* boy! Under the boot of an angry bystander, I'm one with the dirt. Little Me-en: This is amusing dear but you've gone too far. Me: *sung in the fashion of 4 Walls* The Thoughts From My Mind Have One Question, Whe- Voice of god: *headbang* oops, wrong one *BANG* Now shut the fuck up.
I liked it, some of the cussing seemed forced though. I like your sig indian summer, a quote from the ghost song by the doors.
Hey I'm schizophrenic, too. I think you captured something here. I could feel your frustration. I really really liked "fuck with him"
i like the first two a lot..i may be schizophrenic, diagnosed bipolar though. that is probably why some of the imagery is so vivid to me.
awesome. im glad you two could relate to it...alot of people who read my writing are like.."uh..okay...that's...abstract" like it scares them or something. idk.
