Organ

My opinion is more sacred than yours. Mine has been proven with research and is backed by people more intelligent than both of us. Throw those written words to the rats along with your proof and common law. Conspiracy is fact. God in 1080p.

Decoming

It's been a long time coming
As humanity turns
into piles of pink
sludge
before my eyes
they'll speak
in grunts
and beeps
like rusted nails
into my ears
And the air
will become water
And the water
will become magma
And I
will no longer belong here
I
will launch myself
into whatever lies
beyond
and whether it is
filled with perfect days
or decomposing like rats
it's got to be better
then what is becoming
now

Equality

I was sitting in my therapist's office, looking at all the fading spirits who were waiting for a hand to run through their tattered hair and a voice to reassure them of some relief in this burning existence, when I began to wonder what brought us all here: Muscle-straining loneliness, addiction to Hell, the ghost of love, the broken organs resulting from poverty, the murder of childhood...

This planet is twisted, truely

Then I began to calculate the negativity trapped in this room. Everything our brains hold could break through our skulls one day and boil under the heat of existence. The world would suffocate in that stream, reaching for whatever we are trying to grasp now.

As well it should...

Shedding Limbs

People can be so hateful and odd, sticking their heads into your life as they prey a target appears on their head. I refuse to take aim. They'll see you in an open grave and be all too willing to dig it deeper with a smile.

These people do not deserve friendship or even enemies. What they do need is the feeling of a complete void. You know, the same thing they're opening up within you. Maybe it will come. Maybe not. Christ it hurts. Friendship burned and then pissed on.

Cut them away like gangrenous limbs.

No More Memories

We deserve
nothing more
than to be buried
under 2000 feet of
nuclear winter
where each flake
resembles
our disgusting uniqueness
And we deserve
nothing more
then to have our
accomplishments
carved in those graves
Assault weapons
hanging trees
bent bodies
bloodied chambers
brandished crosses
in front of our dead eyes
forever
Yet we deserve
nothing less
than to be loved
the way that God
loved Job

...In All Walks Of Life

I ripped out
God's vocal cords
tied them around
my neck
and leaped
from the sky
As I
was falling
the clouds turned
sepia
and rushed into
my nostrils
smothering my organs
making them gasp
for anything
When the
cord snapped
a crimson serpent
slithered up my
forearm
and tightened
before my obsolete body
plummeted
to the callous planet
below

War Fetish

Long sleep
for the American
dream
Camouflaged children
led into bullet storms
and watched over
with covered eyes
inside empty suits
They barter
in blood
and poverty
and sing the opera
of gun fire
explosions
and screams
but the
infants
are just happy
to take part
This has always
been a win-lose situation
these arid nations
drenched
in bodily fluids
because there's a downpour
of limbs and bones
and intestines
while we're left wondering
if God is weeping
or if He's singing
in the rain

S.A.D.

I have long related
to the cold death of
Autumn
My organs fall
as the shattered leaves do
and the fantasies
of hanging
like an old vine
from a naked tree branch
never seem to leave
on these days
and the leaders
I have followed
for eternity
have drifted away
like the waters of
a creek
and I am left
directionless
as the pollution
within those plodding
waters

Haiyan, Oh Mighty

We tried
not to inhale
the sweat
pouring from the arms
of Death
We pushed against
the crippling force
of the Devil's breath
Our limbs ripped
and scattered
like the remnants of
our lives
This mass
liquid grave
half ocean
half tears
that we crawl
out from
reflects our lives
flashed before our eyes
Nothing to go back to
nowhere to go
except the barren fields
where the rags grow
like poverty

Cured?

When your arteries
widened
like dynamite
in the earth's core
I withdrew
into my own
And as
the angels
strapped on
their jackets
I knew
that we would
fall together
Those machines
that kept you floating
might as well
have been breathing life
into the apocalypse
So i ended it
all pain
all misery
all negativity
with the salvation
inside of a
steel shell

I, Plague

My flesh
has sublimated
into sepia fumes
A slow
boring
process
that's left my senses
numb
but filled
with feeling
The jesters vomit
The gods empty
their bowels
I would laugh
or cry
if I could
because it only shows
that just a little
sickness
can force humanity
into the stagnant arms
of chaos

Moldy Tangerines

Cold air rushes
through my tangled hair
bounces across
my cracked skin
I smile
for the flash
of moonlight
on the river's
surface
but the metal
on my breath
rots the
enamel
like love
on the brain
(Splattered against
rubber walls)
Blood is
measured in nano litres
now
splattered against childhood
photographs
erases my face
from everything
I laugh
at the black comedy
of twenty five
years
spiraling the vultures
before a tiny splash
of the imploding universe
fills my head
with the beautiful ambiance
of nothing