Blood more blood
I want more blood
My tongue is dry from no blood
I want to make a blood flood
I am getting more desperate
Desperate for human blood, so desperate
I found a human
I reached down and grabbed the human
Opened my mouth and ate the human in one bite
What was surprising is that he didn’t fight
The blood, oh the blood
Tasted good, oh the blood
Now I want more
I just want more blood. More more more!
Music plays in my
head like amnesia
on overdrive.
I shower with
drops of sunlight &
play in puddles of
cold acid.
I pop off the tops
of cans & throw
them like grenades on
the verge of exploding.
I hit at the ice-
sickles that hang from
the heads of my
enemies.
And red bands are
wrapped around my arms
from each time
I’ve been heartbroken.
Songs speak to me
when people seem mute.
And I find comfort in
the fact that I’m alive.
Cartwheels are just handstands
doing sideways somersaults &
I’m just an overgrown
potato that sprouted
arms & legs.
All is lost! All is mistaken!
The evil beast is about to awaken
The beast of sin, so inferior
You saw it in the mirror
The Angel, the savior, the hero is here
Spreading light like a chandelier
Breathing life into the world
For all boys and girls
The power of good and evil is contagious
Available in all…
Spreading darkness and destruction is up to you
But the wise man only spreads what’s true
True to all, and to himself
Not to use darkness to spread its wealth
So when the time comes to spread what’s true
Ask yourself is it the light or darkness in you!
I think a lot, but I wish I didn’t
though. I think of good things, bad
things, things you could never know.
I reload every second from a pile of
mesh. My brain is like a supercomputer
always stuck on refresh.
I do crazy things and mess up
too much. I’ve realized things can
fall apart with only the slightest touch.
I’m surrounded by the world and
trapped in my own home, my life
seems to stay in my small comfort zone.
Change is inevitable and sometimes
that thought scares me. It’s like
the universe doesn’t know
this is how I want it to be.
Random things pop into my
head at all the wrong times.
Like what if everything Dr. Seuss
says is only made up of rhymes?
Or do chickens have their own
secret language they use when
no one’s around? Does it mean
I have a desire that makes me
crazy, but has yet to be found?
Am I incapable of being normal and
acting right? And is it bad when
both sides of your brain
always seem to fight?
Does it make sense that I make
wishes even though I know they
won’t come true? Or is it stupid to
think that others might do it, too?
Does it make me a bad person because
sometimes i hate the people that I’m supposed
to love? And when they try to get close
I push them away with one big shove.
I guess I’m crazy, insane, a total
nut job. I’m just happy my door
hasn’t been knocked down by
a full-blown mob.
Sometimes I wish there was one
person on earth that I could
talk to about this stuff. But
there’s not, so I’ll go on
pretending that this life isn’t tough.
The white and black checkered,
strapped to the chair, severed,
there go the limbs, fingers and toes,
again, and again, again and again,
attacking my walls, drip by drip
as much as I wish, I slip,
my torturer exists in a doubt
my conscious,
don’t eat them,
devour them.
Even your best friend,
no one will accept you
after your change,
switch back to reality,
those people he’s killing, their lives end.
Go ahead eat him,
devour him,
before he eats them,
you’re no longer human, foul,
you know:
“I am a ghoul.”