Try and Stop Me

Standing in front of mic with a spotlight in my face, Somehow I know I am right in the right place Where I'm meant to stand at this height till my last days And show you all the ways That I can't save our race, but I'm still a prophet Will repeat my sermon till…

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I can't speak. I can't make a sound. My throat is raw from trying to shout, but to no avail. Putrid, pungent odours of the rotting, invade my sense of smell. Think. Think. Think. My hand reaches for my scalp, which is bare, Texture of the surface no different from sandpaper. I gasp for breath,…

The Day it Went Dark

I don't know how to wake up. I tried this morning, I don't know For sure if I have been successful in doing so yet. When my world got suddenly enveloped in black A monotonous void remains where once was the window to my soul. Pain lies not in the hurt, but in the loss,…

Bare, Naked and Exposed

If I lie alone on gravel, in all my glory, Skin open to the elements, with only the hair on it for protection,                If I lie by choice, in the middle of the road, Letting nature's fury and man's negligence bathe me in whatever I deserve,     …

The Mirror Tells Me

Hey hot stuff, you look gorgeous today. Don't worry about what the world may say. Your hair is perfect, just, don't head-bang much, and the ladies will melt for your gaze or touch. Hey fucktard, you look like an ass, if I had eyes, they'd go blind at this sight that would be an improvement…

Head in Flames

Guns. sometimes I see and hear them. There are around 21 of them bashing in my brains. Flames wrapped around my skull, a low budget Ghost Rider, farewell to all common sense, fiction, my fiction will rule the world, a magical Comic-Con, but all the cosplayers are me, as the Ghost Rider. I burn all…

The Show Must Go On

They saved us. They saved us when no one could, they gave us the will to carry on and on, giving up was never an option. Told us that, though our make-up may be flaking, our smile cannot fade. That life is more than our present state of mind. That too much love can kill…

The Forsaken Few

Blackened bloodstains on white cloth, illuminated barely by breaking dawn. True crime desperately hidden, under the wraps of cannibalistic time. Travelers in the desert sun, throats raw trying to seek a pilgrim saint, scratching each other soon the brains shall melt into sand. Lucifer save my life, you burn bright in cold fires of hell,…