Vendetta Red

sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema I'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly dancer narcissistic necromancer run just run from me as day consumes the night the earth shall cove

He drew a question from a curtain of flies, "Are there colors in the dreams of the blind?" He knew the answer when you tore out his eyes, "Does black count?" Flaccid the severed member you clench. Exalted walking carrion stench. Your s

fear in a frame? or the picture of a girl? with a gorgonesque stare her scale covered hair has got a snake in every curl. with her forked tongue and those ash colored eyes get you down on the naked and sore first you shiver then you die cut your fing

I was fast asleep dreaming I was rain I fell from clouds to touch your frame But you just hid your face beneath you hands now Delirium, soothing me Just close your eyes, go to sleep I was holding on, hanging by a thread Clinging to 3 words you said B

Reminiscent screams like womb dreams From ridding yourself of your own existence The pendulum sways like an empty noose Still your thought compress and you weep and sigh inside Adolescent naivete spawned my optimism Whose head you wore on your coat o

Lead in your chest Halo in water Watch me drill holes in my head Misunderstood Meet me in moonlight With your lover's heart in a box Watch how the world pushes forward Running like insects from God You only want to be near Him So you join in his crim

In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous orifice asphyxiated form Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in Parts the trial of the worm Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your palm with charitable charm Slap the bad mans wrist

A song, to soothe you son of mine Your broken bones heal in due time Another day in silent suffering such a bitter pill We're the sons and daughters daddy hates too much to kill Stay home Stay home Stay home Stay home Revenge, is mine sayeth the lord

the last thing i wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry why cant you just tell me what you really wanna say? you'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty but something in your eyes gave you away and i've been lonely like a silhouet