Category: Silent Crimes of a Violent Mind

a spiritual lobotomyscreaming mental sodomy all fucked up inside of methe evil that I hide from me so obvious you have to seethat speaking strictly relatively this angry earth has leveled meim freaked out neurolinguisticly projectile puking oh so eloquentlywe all excrete excitedlyx-rated shit so easilyoh how so it pleases meto set my mental diseases…

potluck misogyny. intense fuckfestdetest the protest. protect and infest suck up the slightesttaste of waste a basket of caskets. a bread box of cat headsa poor box for the poorly fedundermine the undead black face and white lies. eating as an angel diesdevil’s food and apple pie. another a taste of waste a hamper full…

Sometimes I forget what a piece of shitI am but then you tell me, that my touch only feels goodonly “turns you on”cuz you’re starving for contactlike a dogand you call yourself “my friend” dont trust anyonethat’s what my mother taught meAnd I’ve looked at her sidewayseverysecondsince

love is forever, and so are landfillslove is forever, and so is toxic wastelove is forever, and so is extinction love is foreverand so is paralysisdementiapure disease love is foreverand we are not

she walked out of heavenand flew down on a dove she cleansed me of filthlike rain from above she showered me with richesmore then enough but i did not care for herit is death that i love she gave me her embraceand i gave her neglect she gave me her mindbut i showed no respect…

when you think of the manyou tried to leave me forfucking the hell out of his new womandoes it burn your ass? when you think of himsitting therewith his dick hardas the paint brush stick in his handpainting wondrous pictures of herdoes it break your heart? do you crywhen you imaginehimkissingher and not you? when…

hatred of all things has led me to believethat night is whenthe absolution of all iniquitiesis wholeheartedly obsessed overby those who rememberwhat it is liketo truly toilin the sun, under the moon all day, all night, and more this is how we live when we are too afraidthat death may be a wolfsleeping underneath the…

Scarlet droplets Bloodon a leafin the forest primeval Emerald violenceA lack of concern A quick slight lacerationleft to fester left to rot All things grow Even chaosEven destructionEven Death They grow like flowers in the sunThey suck Power from the rainThey fuck the virgin in the desertThey eat sanity for desertThen desert you

everybody says they want lovetill they feel hauntedby what someone else does they all declare that they care, then they run scaredwhen you really need them there everybody says they want respectbut how do they expect to earn itwhen all they reflect is pure neglect everybody says they want to help, and yes this is…

hey man, read this poem. it’s the kind of poemthat makes you want to go home,jack off one last time and kill yourself