Demons

Brain Pressure

It's getting
Pretty tight
In here.

Kettle's gonna go.

Stop It

Sometimes
Everything
Just feels
Like a joke
At my
Expense.

All I can hear
Is the laughter.

Folding Heart Syndrome

He had never met anyone
Who felt the way he did
About anything

And once in a while
He held his breath
When he thought
Perhaps
At last
It had happened
Just once

But
He was always
Wrong

And then he was alone again.

Under the Pillow

The regular world
Is despicable.

Let it go
To the hell
It deserves.

Even if
It takes
Me
With it.

Grin and Bear It

"Come now,"
  He said,

"If you can't
  Endure

"Thirty days
  Of hell,

"How, then,
  Will you
  Endure

"The eternity
  That awaits you?"

So I grinned,

  And I wrote this psalm.

Except,
  I didn't
  Really
  Grin.

Distraction

Let me
Hide
From myself:

Give me
Simple achievement:

Keep me safe
 Just
 For
 A
 Little
 While.

Then I'll be back.

I
  Just
Watched
    My
  Heart
Roll
Out
Of
My
  Chest,

    Tumble
      To
The
  Shower
      Floor,

    And
            Slither
                      Down
                            The
                        Drain.

I feel sick.
I feel sick:
Sick to my stomach
Sick to my head
Sick to my body
Sick to my bed
Sick to my fingers
Sick to my toes
Sick to my shoulders
Sick to my bones
Sick to my relationships
Sick to my job
Sick to my everything
Just sick
Sick
Sick...

Equality

Except for myself
And everyone

I don't think
I've ever
Felt
Hate.

Might

The devil
Is also
An angel.

Do not forget that.

When it is time to go

There is no longer
Any part
Of my joy
Found here.

Think of Me

    Imagine
  Someone
    Who is meant
   To be
    Dead
      Dragging
          His limbs
               Crush
               To crash
            From obstacle
                 To embrace
               Through
            Everything
              In
        The living
                World
                   Just
                 Looking
             For the place
      Where his zombie strings
          Can be cut.

But What Will You Forego?

You'll do anything
To show
You care

  Except
  Stop
  Hurting
  Me.

Throw us in a bucket:
We're all the same.

Such Beautiful Words

Show unto me

The divine and living

Grace of God

And follow straight

The path drawn out

By His shining servant's glistening wing:

There shall ye see

Unbridled and unbound

The glories of Heaven and Earth

In the place

Where Time dwells without end

And the enemy

Finds not a gust to breathe.

  Here lie the broken souls

  Of a billion believers

  Aweep in homes

  Of dust and sand

  Beneath the earth’s

  Gnawing

  Teeth.

There Is

There is
No light
At the end
Of this tunnel.

It's just
A shaft
Pointed
Straight
D
o
w
n
.

Moist
Dark
Swimming
Arms
Push
Soil
Flowing

Dark
Push
Arms
Flowing
Soil
Swimming
No
Knowing

Moist
Soil
Arms
Swimming
Chest
Pressed
Dark
Flowing

Push
Soil
Dark
Swimming
Chest
Moist
Head
Flowing

Moist
Dark
Heart
Swimming
Arms
Push
Soil
Flowing
Away...

How Does This Happen?

If you give me
A sliver of glass
In a field of down,
  I will find the shard
  And drive it
  Into my heart.

That's who I am.

One Step Away

Taking
A piece of me
Inside

Of you:

It's all a substitute for love,
 Isn't it?

Your eyes
Sink in
Drawing
Hook
And line:

It's all a substitute for love,
 Isn't it?

Sounds
Tell me
I bring

You
Joy:

It's all just a substitute for love,
 Isn't it?

You clutch
As if
No greater
Event

Could

Exist:

It's all a substitute for love,
 Isn't it?

Peace
Finds you
Beneath
A blanket.

It's all just an outlet for anxiety.

 Isn’t it?

I am

...and that's where all the problems start.

Morning Shave

There's no-one there to care
There's no-one there to care
There's no-one there to care

There's no-one there to care.

Slowly Now 

Goodbye is a seven-letter word
G
  O
    O
      D
        B
          Y
            ...

Stutter

You're just a pile of flesh
The same as me.

Would you like to rub yours against mine?

       What the hell is this all for anyway?

Pinocchio

My strings are cut.

Thump.

You’ll smell me soon.

Revenant

Flesh
Is a disease
Of the flesh.

Avant Garde Poetry?

Useless
Piece
Of
Shit.

Fuck me.

But He Never Did

"Could you please
Go away?"
He said to
Himself.

But he never did.

Lucifer

Wet
  Long
Fingers
Wrap
And
Coil
Back
Up
Inside
The
Bloody
Pulp
Of
My
Heart.

"Not
Yet,"
They
Said.

The
World
Isn't
Ready.