Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Monster in sheep’s clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Weeping for the fallen star.
I grab my weapon of choice, a bar.
Think me cruel well you’ll soon see.
When I split your head like an oversized pea.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Paralysis is but a state.
Unlike death it can and should wait.
But the same cannot be said for me.
For I want blood cause it fills me with glee.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Next night begins the same!

Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Who will live and who will die?
I do not know but I’d like to cry,
Challenge me and you shall fall.
I’ll drag you endlessly, now crawl.

You wanted a bump in the night.
How about I give you that, alright?

Eerie music booms down the road.
Its aim is to scare rather than goad.
You look pretty panicked as I increase my speed.
Time to make you terrified ’til you bleed.

You think me mad while I know better.
Before long you’ll be a blood letter.
Painted, carved, mounted and mourned.
Do not think you’ll end up forlorned?

Stitch the skin right back in place.
Every word you speak increases disgrace.
For your mouth has run on for far too long.
Time to see you skewered upon a two foot prong.

Oh that blood isn’t fake at all.
Come here and I’ll prove it to you.
Cause you’d look pretty covered in balm.
Just better make sure you don’t have an open coffin.

Killer, murderer, claimer of souls.
Had so many names I ran out of scrolls.
Psycho, slayer, thief of life.
Deliver me from evil…
You won’t get out alive!

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?

Bound up the steps fleeing to nowhere.
Pretty on point that you begin to feel despair.
Reality strikes and you want out.
Only way that’s happening is if your blood begins to spout.

Think I’m crazy and say I’m unhinged.
Bit too late when you’re part of the binge.
I say Marco and you try not to breathe.
Yet you’ll panic will mount when you hear me unsheathe.

Stab.
Slash.
Slice.
Scrape.
Cut to the bone.
Wound will gape.
Gouge.
Twist.
Drive.
Sever.
Out of this horror you will not be delivered.

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?

Sit out in the garden surrounded by grass.
Pluck at the strings of your guitar and bash,
Out a melody which brings you a smile.
Stay here, you sing, I wish to wait a while.
Melancholy and murder have been lost to the crows.
Before too long this green will need to be mowed.
But think on such things you are not inclined to do.
For what you seek is peace in solitude.

Tap your foot lightly against cracled ground.
Flattening a mole hill which is in no way profound.
And still you pick at the strings to elicit a note.
One day you should jot down what you’ve wrote
Not to make a fortune but simply to recall.
Have documentation to revisit that which does enthrall.
For music runs in your veins like blood runs in mine.
Soothes even the savage beast perfectly fine.

Hum to the birds who tweet and twitter.
Beside each other they join in with no hint of being bitter.
For nature like peace is forever in motion.
If you seek it truly then watch something like tje ocean.
For the sways and swells birth sounds so serene.
If you closed your eyes you might think it a dream.
But never forget your gifts and forego,
For they are what keeps you level you know.

Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.

Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deciever, false decreer; you are a non-believer.

Welded shut the eyes of beauty.
Too many souls are turning to curiosity.
Its why the masses must go blind.
What fills you’re form is no traces of kind.

Wretched lines which spout the truth.
In the name of them you cry for proof.
But what can be seen is evidence enough.
So all these souls will need to be reduced to snuff.

Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.

Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deceiver, false decreer; you are a non-believer.

Out on the edge of world with only a tree to befriend.
Many might think me insane or this just part of some trend.
But out here I can see the beauty of heavens ascent.
Stars and moons twinkle so brightly and without intent.
So why not build my universe and dwell in the sea?
Because right here feels like a place where I’ll join with infinity.

Stones under ripples when they’re being flooded by the tide.
Call me a coward but here is where I never need to hide.
For I marvel in amazement whether it be day or night.
For the canvas is rich with all of its dazzling bright light.
Not that you’d listen or heed a single word I do say.
Its why I’m out here alone living life my own way.

Feel the bile at the back of my throat.
Upon this air I might yet choke.

Cough up the violence, I don’t want it to stew.
Bored of the downtime, sending me askew.
Confused and fuzzy, is how I feel this day.
Someone hit me with adrenaline, before I drift away.

Feel the bile at the back of my throat.
Upon this air I might yet choke.

Disgust is the taste, and I want it to go.
Feel all the buildup, don’t want a part in the show.
Give me relief, I’ll wriggle far and free.
If I do not escape this cell, it’ll become my eternity.

Feel the bile at the back of my throat.
Upon this air I might yet choke.

Hand on the sink, pressure is building.
Whatever lies within, I need it to be wilting.
For my patience is down to a strand of wire.
If this goes on much longer I may soon turn to fire.

Feel the bile at the back of my throat.
Upon this air I might yet choke.

Or is this my overreaction?
Have I allowed to much infraction?
A circumventing of my persona.
Because of the mention of rona.

I don’t know and it feels wrong to say.
Think about now I need to split it from me.

Feel the bile at the back of my throat.
Upon this air I might yet choke.

Look at my face in the mirror with frame.
I see concern is emblazoned by fame.
For upon these shores I never wished to tread.
Honestly all I want is to return to a warm bed.
As my senses are weak and my body is sore.
If I continue to push I may be reduced to gore.
But leave me to recuperate, you refuse to agree.
And so I have to push on in suffocating misery.

My heart is asunder; torn and stuffed with clay.
If only your mind could fathom how to obey.
For these are not unreasonable things that I ask.
Unlike you I cannot continue to bask,
Lay in the heat under the scrutiny of a martyr.
When for my time I should not need to barter.
So this order to pay for what should be my right,
I cannot square away with a commandment to fight.

Beat in my ears is draining me to decay.
Please, all I ask is you simply go far away.
Cause I need some time to reforge my form.
How I exist now is not anything close to a norm.
These are the words I bark into flawless glass.
Giving not a damn if I sound a tad crass.
As dor too long treachery has remained in place.
Until I am fixed, life will remain a shattered disgrace.

Its a little concerning,
With all of your burning,
Sealed by a yearning.
Darkness treads!

Fashion and fiction.
Here comes affliction.
Woven interdiction.
Pass the pale!

Siphon the system.
But never Christen.
Broken by this’n.
Reap and sow!

Heresy for bitching.
Society’s twitching.
Content with snitching.
Fold to frame!

Rapture your capture.
Call a dispatcher.
End with new fracture.
Vent your spleen!

Polish to gleaming.
Are you still dreaming?
Desperate while screaming.
Dishonest threads!

Batter and use.
Step toward abuse.
Too much to prove.
Hasten an end!

Trimming lives like you would fingernails.
No hesitation is entailed.
Cutting deep and shrugging long.
A line of thinking doused in wrong.
But never do thoughts of forgiveness rise.
Spread far and wide is how you despise.
Venom soaked rag to silence a mass.
To the throat will be delivered a killing slash.

Yet in better days you chose to sing.
From beauty you did always bring;
A note of passion and a mountain of purity.
All of which you condemned to obscurity.

Filing hearts like you smooth skin.
This is your only way to win.
Juxtapose used to mask the crimes.
Surround the corpses with fresh limes.
Then burn the evidence to dust.
No soul do you wish to trust.
And so the slaughter rumbles on.
One day soon all life will be dead and gone.

Yet in better days you chose to sing.
From beauty you did always bring;
A note of passion and a mountain of purity.
All of which you condemned to obscurity.

Twist a tale wrought in hallowed endless dread.
What lies in the swamp is but your eternal bed.
Headless entropy you wield as a voice.
Betraying every soul by taking their choice.
Only to wind them in reeds and cast them to the pit.
Your every fibre is a sabotage culprit.

Yet in better days you chose to sing.
From beauty you did always bring;
A note of passion and a mountain of purity.
All of which you condemned to obscurity.