Pieces of worship

as the blind slithers on it`s way out, this brief moment of awareness I adore. and my worship of the golden calf, leaves me abundant with pain
these pieces of me i try to end these pieces of me i pretend
i hale mr. numb, the companion of miss nausea sweet fornicating friends of mine it`s never recommended to blow down a neck, if you don`t have an angle on it
let`s intake, inhale, exhale, a mistake
come along imbibe all of this. you won`t miss a thing no regrets, no remorse over the loss what irreverent subdue crawls out in the fabricated mist that we call socialization, wave it all goodbye!

The unveiling

i`m lying in my bed, i can`t sleep even though it`s past midnight hour my head is filled with creeps and i`ve labeled myself a coward i`m all alone even though i`m not abandoned i drift in cold, this blanket of mine cannot warm me
i tendency to sink into passivity when the opposite are remembering i blame it all on me and my bitter little needs
a heart like a forgotten grave, overrun with weeds roles are turning into fakes, and violence an end in itself it`s so and so when asked for a name for my feelings i smile upon my moderate way of leaning

Kom närmare

tragedin har visat sitt ansikte igen, en mörkröd fåra av brist stryptagen som tömmer mig, omfamnar mig, förgör mig men jag fruktar inte, jag har kvinnans list
kom närmare!
ditt tyranniska välde har avslutats med din död jag ångrar ingenting, jag är fri
lyssna när jag viskar i ditt öra med mina bloddränkta läppar och svullna ord hör mitt skratt eka inom dig, genom ben och märg, hämndens ljuva röst
ditt tyranniska välde har avslutats med din död jag fruktar ingenting, jag är fri

A swarm of those

over mass-psychosis clear feature, prophecies are fulfilled temptations feeding the delusive flames of hope questions over questions penetrating to find the most profitable
every hour every minute, satisfaction guaranteed or atleast an illusory piece of paradise every hour every minute, satisfaction guaranteed will kill your immediate need
the size and shape and the colourcodes are my guidelines in catalogues i find ointment for my aching and vacant heart my cravings are of divine origin, i`ll do anything to fill the void
they`ll empty your mind and fill it with nonsense and lies starving and in neglect, glamour is my guide

Telegraph

the deadliest kiss is the most precious one on the murder site we find the broken and shunned pleading and praying while the old and crippled play the violin some turn to find forgiveness for their sins
by night I see all this
alter egos gather around to proclaim their victory laughing hysterically as the morning sun brakes for the new day tripping over their slack limbs, comforting each other in the early mist
back to the third line, a deep sigh to discern the scars a try to revive that what was meant to be eternal arrows of gossip fills the air, leaving a precarious situation, almost infernal.

For those it may concern

i dread my own self pity, day by day the pile grows an attempt to suffocate minds play, to forget the existence of the things that has been
now it`s time to wash away the blood from my hands now it`s time to walk away and leave all that quilt
time, my friend, heal my wounds