Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Dark

  • The Dead Dirty Things…

    I can hear the bugs, the insects as they tempt me. Scratching through the hollowed out walls. Begging and pleading for me to bring them more. The sound of their legs scratching against the wall of my skull. They want more. They hunger, they crave the flesh they need. They…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Throat of the World One day, eveningI thought about GodRelationships and relations tooSitting in the cloudsCould we really be all there is to talk aboutPoisons in the bloodstreamDrive us to do unthinkable thingsRipping our own skin from our bonesWe dance around like fiendsEver discovering our needful needsI think about ChristI…

  • In a Cage…

    “Do you ever notice the diseases floating all around you? Going in and out of your lungs, landing on your face, or picked up by your hands as you touch random objects for pleasure without knowing the consequences? Of course, you don’t just like you don’t notice the center for…

  • Something Different…

    Stuck Choking On the Words Surrounded in ash I begin to wonderWhen this all had to endReflection of everything I hateYour name tattooed on the inside of my skinHate to hate you any longerIf I could change one thing it wouldn’t be meSelf confidence in the worst of situationsBreaking open…

  • For Those Who May Have Never Known…

    Some things in this life are worse than fiction… some things are so real that even if I told them word for word as the truth… no one could ever believe… it is best to remember that not every one thinks like you… that not every one has shed their…

  • Postscript of the Unimaginative…

    After a while life just starts to feel like a prison. You work your ass off in hopes to get back time lost with good behavior, but it is useless. Things will never be like how they were. Things will never be how it was when we were young. Life…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Often I often wonder what it feels to dieDoes it feel like I do nowAll alone with no one to talk tooI do this to myselfYet I don’t know the answers to my own questionsI often wonder how soonWill all this prove to be meaninglessThey say you pave your own…

  • But I’m Still Right Here…

    “As below, so above and beyond, I imagine – drawn beyond the lines of reason. “ Tool, Lateralus Death I don’t necessarily fear death. Not in the sense that maybe one should. I know it will happen. I’m even okay with it to a certain extent. Part of life after all.…

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Long Before The blood it drips as it fallsThe life fails as it goes onThe end is nearThough it has been all alongThe difference between life and deathIs a heartbeatThe soul fades as it goesThe death grows as it goesThe end is nearThough it has been all alongThe difference between…

  • Yellow House, Brown Shutters

    So, this is what it is like to belong? Belong to a family? Feeling useless or pointless ninety percent of the time. Feeling awkward in a room full of people you tell half-truths too in order to feel superior or make them feel proud of you. Family is nothing more than a…