bureaucracy cull
a death by a thousand cuts ~
slasher slash and burn
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"The Field Guide to Evil"
> Chapter one > God Offers No Favors
> Chapter two > Between Right and Wrong
> Chapter three > No Good Deed Left Unpunished
> Chapter four > Death by a Thousand Cuts
> Chapter five > Hell Box Do Not Open
> Chapter six > Space Probe Taurus
> Chapter seven > Evil Develops a Polaroid
> Chapter eight > Beware the Stare
> Chapter nine > The Fly Trap
> Chapter ten > A Kindred Anguish
> Chapter eleven > Devoured
> Chapter twelve > Dead Time Stories
> Chapter Thirteen > Hell Is Full
Spoiler Alert > In every atom a Sun.
Beyond the Sea
The Man With a 1001 Names
Hey you!
The Erotic Fire of the Unatainable
Tipping the Velvet
The Sun Is You
Daisies in February
A Most Wonderful Time
The Song of Lunch
You Me and the Rain
Burn After Reading
No Postage Necessary
The Sex of Angels
We come to experience an array of emotions
Feelings in our bodies, set into motion
Heartbreak and anger, sorrow and fear
These things that bring our eyes to tear
But the thing that kills my soul inside
Is the betrayal of friends, their words pure lies
Nothing can hurt the heart as much
Not even a death by a thousand cuts
So we numb emotions to kill the pain
And continue our lives moving on in disdain
frozen disbelief
slow death by a thousand cuts ~
phrase employees dread
Date posted: 07/29/2021
Knife-like, piercing words of contempt stab the jugular vein
Exsanguinating victim; accustomed to the blood and sharp pain...
gone numb while slowly dying a death by a thousand cuts.
Submitted for...
Strand Select E Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/05/2020
Date written: 11/25/2019
Held in the velvet grip of melancholy I'm conscience as I slowly sink,
Wholly enthralled by the temptation of a Divine link,
Recalling deeds performed for good and for worse yearning to completely forget, No feat in spite of sincerity or repentance has a reset, a deliberate homicide of an eternal spirit,
Death by a thousand cuts meeting pain without a limit,
Showered under dust from the ashes of ancient and long dead stars,
Playing the game of battles lost and losing wars,
Absence of light pulling gravity and existence toward the event horizon,
Drawn into a promise of forever tasting poison on Judas' lips,
Infinity and Hell experienced before perceiving death's eclipse,
Lost in the stare of bare mortality for a while,
Goodbye finally said with an artificial sigh and a simulated smile.
Hey kids I'm going to make a quick trip to the store,
We're all out of bandaids again and we desperately need more,
For my wounds are bleeding profusely after the last set tore,
All have been exposed from my orphaned childhood to after the second war,
Is this death by a thousand cuts I'm not keeping score,
I could've sworn I saw our neighbor Eustice Nuoin wearing one so therefore,
He must have some to lend to his old friend Sam Bailor,
I'll just go across the pond and knock on his door,
This will surely save some time on an honest trip to the store,
Unless he has already exhausted his reservoir,
Of bandaids and metaphors.
Ether Dreams
Chasing all my dreams
Hoping they’ll come true
Watching them unravel
Evaporating like morning dew
Like a lacy web between two worlds
So fragile and suspended
Buffeted by gales of fate
Pulling ‘til it can’t be mended
A battle rages in me
My heart and head at odds
I wanted to reflect with joy
Upon the path that we both trod
To fight these losing skirmishes
When your postures are competing
Is like death by a thousand cuts
Leaving you broken, rough, and bleeding
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