C: June 2006
  J u d a s K i s s

What does it take, to make a life worthwhile? Have I spent the past nineteen years of my life uselessly, fruitlessly attempting to satisfy the wrong people in the wrong ways?

My name is ( Read more... )

thinking. rethinking. dethinking. dream-to-make-believe-thinking? (to go along with the current theme, of course ( Read more... )

sometimes i wish i could get it over with.

SUICIDE

Slide metallic particle separator between cell and sense;

Severed shrine crumbles, tracing convoluted path to psychosis.

Release the barrier, become one with intent.

Victimized by hand in the air; volunteer for a languid decay.

i love mike. he's amazing.

amazing.
like, jesus amazing.
he might as well walk on water, and ask me to drink his blood.
that's how cool he is.

anyways...

met this cute boy on PV. (yes, again.) he lives in ER. i'm going to try to get him to come with us to The CON's show @ waterstreet on the ninth. he said he'd like to. besides, we need to mix this up a ( Read more... )

with molten despondence,
i decay unto a world of misread tragedies.
reach for the torrent's central nerve,
exhale sugared lace.
the eye has nearly passed,
time slowly melts into oblivion,
as we await out distant savior.
mother, take me back.

METAPHORS FOR THE COMMON CASUALTY

Love, sweet,

Vapor runs in mellifluous streams,

Seeping from our open ended wars

Which reek of cyanide resin.

Love, sweet,

How, drop by drop, we fall to waltzing;

Follow the leader as we spiral.

Quick! Breathe;

Plunge into gears of relentless, wounded souls.

Can you decipher our message?

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MEDUSA

Severed sect of serpentine gluttony, crown this gem in cold blood.
Tarnished fangs sink into the dense hollow of acrimony,
Leaking black satin from the gentle touch of a drowning Widow's peak.
Behind the flesh altering gaze, all fail to see a warning:
Fragile.

Razor rosary, wrap your harmony around my throat.

Define mortified, in the presence of scored flesh and a purified intellect.

Thematic despondence, exhume thy throned incarnate from the depths of the innocent.

Children mock, as delusions advance:

Lacerated wrists, patched with remnants of denial,

Perforated capillaries beckon venom as a ( Read more... )