Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Micro

  • Broken Thoughts… A Long Time Before…

    Devils in the detailsBut what do you do when you’ve all failed?Listening to your complaintsOn a day-to-day basisHas become insaneFeeling your thoughts is all that I haveBut now it’s filled with too much painSensory overloadMy mind will explodeThe devils in the detailsBut God failed so long ago Words are haunting…

  • Through Glass…

    “The devil made me do it. Tell them that. Tell them anything I don’t give a fuck,” I put my cigarette out on the table. “You didn’t even finish that one,” my lawyer says as he wipes the ashes and the butt into his briefcase. I light up another one…

  • The Myth…

    I love to walk among them. I love to see just how they treat one another, but most of all I want to see how they treat me. I do it to feel powerful and I love the power I have over each and every one of them. Though none…

  • Post Physical…

    My fist pounds. His blood splatters. My fist pounds. His cheek bone gives in. My fist pounds. His skin starts to detach. His face is nothing more than a broken mess. “What did I tell you,” I scream. My vocal cords crack from the sheer force of my scream. He…

  • Weatherman…

    The weatherman calls for rain, but then again it always rains here. The rain is cold and it is harsh against my clothes and against my skin. The rain comes down and it pours, and when it doesn’t pour it turns into mist that surrounds me to always let me…

  • Beyond The Time…

    In every past life, at every attempt I have failed. Every new life is nothing more than another mistake. A continued struggle that lives through me dwelling for centuries, maybe even eons. I don’t know anymore. In every reincarnation I have learned nothing new. The idea of it all seems…

  • Self Destruct… One Word At A Time…

    Time ticks by without a name or faceWhat is it that I’m doing in this placeLost and dying, I have no time to restAll I want to do is lay downPretend that I’m deadPeace is a word with no meaningWho can go in such a fashion in theoryNever wanted to…

  • Something Different…

    Long Legitimate Regret There is a war within myselfOne that can not be won with blood and gutsThis can’t be the endBut I fear that it mustEach day is a plague within itselfA lost cause of hopeful redemptionOne that could only do better with mass amputationA removal of myselfA separation…

  • Hold Me Back…

    His body is still right before it slams into the hood of the minivan. The impact throws his body like a rag doll out of my view, and further into the busy street. I rush to be near him, but I have a feeling he is closer to me now…