Month: November 2013

97×3²

Written on . Posted in Products of the Chaotic Mind.

Everything makes sense to me except myself, and that, by itself, doesn’t make sense at all. After all, I was only made to fail, so others can follow suit.

I need a wench to cleanse my mind from all that once mattered, to show me that all that I bled is but a dry a rust on the desert sand. Let the unclean skin of the abused purify your rotten soul, let her false moans unite with your silenced curses, let her scars heal you, as her bare sweating flesh strips you of your alleged virtues. Close your eyes and feel her claws sink deeper into your chest, as the sound of her fluttering wings echoes inside your lungs, let her blood-sweet whisper read you your final verse, as her lonely semen-stained kiss puts you to one last sleep.

And there, my friend, at the end of all that ever ends, you’ll find the answer to all that you never asked, and you will find me; the one, the none, the neither and the never, you’ll find the whole and the all together, you’ll find the I, you’ll find the why, you’ll find the who, the nil; the you.

H.Q.
23:41
SUN|24|NOV|2K13

Asphyxolace

Written on . Posted in Poetry, Products of the Chaotic Mind.

Rip this heart and take me away
To a somber place where silence plays
A dismal hymn, a song for the deaf
A requiem for a yesterday

H.Q.
22:26
Monday
11/11/2013

An Ordinary Tale

Written on . Posted in Lyrics, Poetry, Products of the Chaotic Mind.

It’s a Hell in a cell in a dark beehive
Off a mislaid scroll of a timeless curse,
Where we all breathe yet none of us lives,
Where we all strive for a common cause;
For a common pain,
For a common end,
For slaves to be born,
For slaves to be killed,
For a son of a God,
For a drunken king,
For a queen to be fed,
For a rite of a ring,
For a lair of an heir no longer there,
For a fear of a war with a next of kin,
For a gasp of air in the underground,
For the sound of a round shattering your chin,
For the ones who dare,
For the no-one there,
For the lost,
For the ghost under your skin,
For the vows we broke,
For the smiles we choked
With lies which spoke inherited sin,
For the light that’s gone,
For the stolen Sun,
For dreams on the run which shan’t give in,
For a call I heed in a time of need
For the words I bleed, I weave and spin
For a certain fall, once and for all,
For the worms in a hole, for the worms within.

H.Q.
20:17
SUN|3|NOV|2013