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Nameless

One day the sky was overcast;
I slept 'till half past noon.

Woke the dogs and laughed with them;
we howled about the moon.

Ate some mushrooms and went out
into the desert with a smile.

F**ked a girl named Chastity
and laid with her a while.

I slept with her, I sullied her
I brought her to her knees.

And, in her touch, I felt
the gentle fingers of the breeze.

Met a man named Solomon
and walked back into town.

Drank a lot and smoked a lot
and lingered in our cloud.

He asked my name, I said it loud;
O, Mephistopheles!

He burnt that tavern to the ground
and fed me to the thieves.

Suffering and sordid now,
I stumble to a stream.

Clean my wounds and bandage them,
and think of wretched deeds.

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Shatter

Scorching through the night like a dead, damned flame;
singing wildland hymns to the oncoming rain.
Watching stars fall into her eyes and her falling, too;
everything is destined to end like this.
When she howls, I can hear my eardrums shatter;
the depth of her is terrifying.
I want her depth to be my sanctuary;
I want to feel her shatter.

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Hole- Part Two

Onward and into the darkest room of plague and pestilence.
Gruesome scenes wholly worthy of disgust and abhorrence.
She clutched herself deeply; vomiting, screaming, collapsing.

She wished she had not moved on from the light
She tried to turn back but found she could not fathom how.
The exit from the room full of light was gone, as if it had never been.

And so she had no choice but to push through the dead.
She tried to drown out her senses but could not.
She tried to overcome the fear but could not.

On through the disease and the vapid pools of bodily fluid.
Through plague sores and vile pustules oozing black blood.
Through stinking, rotting flesh, infested and weeping death.

O, the glorious, terrible death, looming darkly everpresent.
The sound of cannibals eating one another, savoring flesh.
The murderous God damned sounds ripping through her.

On through the death and the darkness; true shadows.
Enveloping her in an atmosphere of grotesque despair.
Conspiring, consuming; she can hear them whispering.

‘I can smell your sweet meat, girl.’
‘You have a beautiful carcass, young one.’
‘Have you ever seen someone smile from the inside out?’

Pushed, suddenly, as if by a guardian angel, into a pool of cleansing water.
Fluxing, warping, weirdly washing away all of the fear and pain.
Senses finally dull and body all awash in numbness.

The flow pulls and pushes her through the water.
Pulling out all negativity through her mouth.
Then giving back the purity of her self.

The flow never stopped, and she knew it would not ever stop.
But she did not suspect the inevitability of her passage.
Through once again and back into darkness.

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Dead Warmth

Winter comes, and I am left
Inside with the artificial glow
Humanity’s ever-present phantom
Shivering in it’s own dead warmth.

It may be cold outside, it may be
Bleak, grey, wasteland weather
But I’ve met every girl I ever loved
Here in the depth of winter.

The sky, overcast, blocking out
Sun flares and brightened eyes
I find myself missing the heat
The headaches, the sweat and blood.

We fought our battles, I always came
Out writhing, indescribable pleasure
Irrevocable guilt, inevitable shame
I’ll never be able to look past the scars.

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Hole- Part One

Bright, early light slithered into the crawlspace.
Something woke there under the dusty rafters.
Stars in its eyes and cotton in its mouth.

Nothing yet stirring, save for the faint breath of life.
Suddenly eyes open, momentarily blind and then aware.
Rustling, shaking in the chill of morning.

Dig through pockets; flicker of a match; puff of smoke.
Everything processed slow and simply, in short bursts.
Slowly the nicotine courses through and stimulates.

Then, without time or hesitation, it came.
The realization of the sheer lack of memory.
And the pain inside now creeping out and into fear.

She came to her feet quickly and yet unsteadily.
Everything warped and new and also terrifying.
A room she had never seen before or would after.

Slowly, in fear of death and pain, but mostly of the unknown.
Slowly through the barely penetrable veil of dark.
Slowly though the only door.

And into the light like a field of gold.
Senses are flooded, heart is alight in warmth.
The fear has gone and has been replaced with joy.

But the light was all there was in this empty place.
It felt good and warm and almost like a home.
However, it would not fill the gap of memory.

With time she would find her way through the light.
She would part gently, and with regret and fear.
But she would part with the knowledge that she was moving forward.

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Light

Light is a disease.
I spent so long
trying to adjust my eyes
to the darkness,
and now, now!
It’s all for nothing;
the light floods in
for all of one second
and it doesn’t matter anymore.
Because once it has gone
I’ll be alone
in the pitch-darkness
again.

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Artificial

Hey, what do you know
I discovered artificial life.
I stopped taking my pills
and things don’t feel right.
Too boring, air too stale
everything is faded grey.
I think about leaving soon
but just stay inside all day.
It’s only getting worse
everything’s going black.
Better get back on drugs
get my life back on track.

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Myriad

Cold morning, bleak sun blazing
trace fading, cigarette burnt to the end
she’s gone from me now, only smoke.

I can’t even feel the grace of touch
and feeling and slight distance
anymore, any more would break me.

Depth of connection, unstable but
unbreakable, an atomic bond
ready at any moment to shatter.

Never, though, will I shatter it
lost something lovely, can’t forget
can’t let go of the desperate dream.

I’m fading but I know she is shining
I can see her light from here
it is brilliant, and I am dull and dark.

She will never see me again
I will always live and love
in her myriad shadows.