Monthly Archives: October 2012

frctt1

He shot himself in the head but it didn’t give him the pain he wanted nor did it end the pain he was already feeling. He cut off a leg but it was no better. In the end he hit himself in the nuts. Amen.

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smscknss

‘Come here, sit beside me,’

‘You know that won’t make a difference…’

*soothingly*‘I wanna take your pain away’

‘That’s such a corny line you know’

‘So?’

‘So that makes you lame.’

*coolly* ‘I don’t care, I’m sitting beside the prettiest girl in the world, nothing could be better.’

*cheekily* ‘You’re such a creep, you know that?’ (smiles)

‘Yep. And that’s why you like me’

‘I never said that’

‘Really?’

‘No, cos I don’t like you.’ (leans in and cuddles in his arm)

 

As she lies there, she does not bother that his hand moves about a little. She does not hear the soft clink of metal. But she feels every inch of it when he finally pushes it through her lower back. The pain is a numbing shock, it robs her of the ability to scream. Then again and again, the blade slices its way to her insides, leaving her crumpled and shaking and bleeding, while he gets up.

…wipes the switchblade…

She’s gasping and tries to scream, her face a white mask of pure horror, she doesn’t know where to look, which gaping hole to cover.

‘Bit**’

So she is left there, to convulse, gasp, scream, and squirm in her own blood. Then she dies, and she is no longer a bit**. She is cured.

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mdmn

I crept silent into night

Out under the glowing moon

Shadows casted by its light

Mice a-squeaking in their fright

Blade of mine oh shiny steel

In the dark, you brightly glint

Sheathed once more in house of skin

Careful, I must not be seen

 

Boiling, pumping of the blood

The life in me is moving fast

Yet funny when you think it, see,

For I am looking for somebody

To free his soul eventually,

Unbound it from its fleshly grip

Tainted limbs and filthy sins

Dirty mind and cruel eyes

Who had no pity for my wife

 

Slowly, quickly!, I do creep

Till the house is plainly seen

Fire burning warm inside

Burning bright in two places right:

Both the dwelling of the sinner

And the heart of would-be killer

Sneaking up to corner window

Lifting wood and stone to follow

Easy in for easy out,

Breathing hard I deeply swallow

 

Unsheathed once more, blade of sorrow

Metal acting as a vessel

For the exit of his blood

Fluids, guts, fats and muscle

The man is there but not aware

Even as I coldly stare

Just a foot now from his chair

…Dozing off? Well I don’t care

Creepy is the haze of death

Swarming now from everywhere…

 

Slit his throat and yank his hair!

Choked awake his eyes did flare

Burning bright with fear and pain

As red came gushing from within

Knife to flesh now, yet again!

Stab him hard and cut him deep

Stomach open stuff a-spilling

Arms are limp but heart still beating

Very slowly, very weak,

Oh how soon now ‘fore it ceased.

 

Standing, breathing, waiting long

Soon enough the pulse has stopped

Still I stood there rigid still

To be sure he’d had his fill

Minutes, hours, who would know

Time had never felt so slow

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ntrlnsprtn

I was out one day when I got a ‘call’ from ‘Nature’.
I put it on ‘speaker mode’ by accident.
I guess the whole experience left me feeling… ’empty’ inside.

I am also pretty ‘annoying’, aren’t I?

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hwtslk

How it is like: abstract and in progressions, but never straying too far from the subject matter. Occasionally tangents out but comes twisting back, closing the loop and conveying the message. Takes some thought to get to it though, and its not always comprehensible.

I don’t want to close my eyes

Even though mine eyes

Want the dvrkneth so bad

Because in the silence of my lids

Scream forth dazzling lights of shapes

And sounds I cannot recognize

But which cast a net deep into me

Strung of liquid fear, sewn with my own

Mental sewage

I am in the water (well, maybe)

My stillness separating me

From the many molecules of wet

Because beneath me

Between the make-believe bubbles

And budding whirlpools

There is an ending abyss (don’t they all?)

What worries me, though

Is the potential of tentacular contact

Or something remotely related,

Could be an encounter with different eyes

Not of the people sort, more aquatic maybe,

But too fishy to belong to the local marines

Marines. Hah.

I heard they’re still training,

Someone’s gotta create problems for them

Maybe they’ll come in helmets

With skins to prevent shearing

Though they mostly hang out in the grassy areas

With all the tree huggers and crawlers

And anything in between

Sheets of bark

Hark! Along comes a jumpity one

Lands on me and I’m gone

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whlhlfslp

He was deaf but could hear everyone’s thoughts.

Though he was blind he saw everything.

But that morning he was late for school, cos he had a hard time getting the dried blood off his hands.

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