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.
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.
‘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.
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?
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
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.
