The Pharmaceutical Company

treatment is the lie
the devil tells us when hope
is the last to go

The Misunderstood One

Why would you want to argue with me?
Have you not seen enough anger in the world?
Are you looking to find a new side of me?
The part that looses understanding?

Do you want to hear the ring of a blade through flesh?
it sounds like this...

The Scratching Post

scratching post. dig deep.
feel my flesh tear underneath fingertips
i want to taste iron with your lips
my face is contorted in a scowl of ecstasy

let me burn for days
have the wound reopen when i take a breath
this is how i want to remember you
so good it hurts

because as long as that pain is there
the pain of you being gone is less
constant reminder

i wont let time heal this one.

The Manticore's Smile

red, dripping, unnatural growths
pressing against my chest from the inside
it hurts and screams like a caged animal
not broken by the bars of its cage
tear through my skin see ten bony fingers
covered in blood and muscle stretchered taut
they do not belong, nor do the teeth
manticore's smile on my heart

This creature belongs to Ishtar
during the times of dawn and dusk
where her fires in the war of day blend with the gentle
soft hands of her lover's shadow coming out of the night

these hands are not soft, just slick
dripping while gripping into tightened fists clutching
air

when you have fingers ripping through your chest
wrap your arms around me
let them cling to each other
so hard it hurts.

The Walker in June of 2010

I saw a woman wearing a pink sequined cocktail dress
she was short with tits that seemed more like a built in table than a chest
something about this woman made me think of how pink is an unlucky color for me

i told a couple of girls i was in the marines witnessing their eyes brighten and tones become flirty
one told me how the other did not know people in the area and could use some friends
the other girl... had pink dye in her hair.
i gave her my name and told her i could help her out, this led to awkwardly making eye contact the rest of the night

this might be all in my head because i worry that people get impressed by the organization i am a part of
which to me is not that impressive since i have seen so many people go through the same things i've been through, and i know so many who have been through so much more

there is a part of me that wants to tell that woman in the pink sequenced dress how her tits make her look like she's about to topple over and it doesn't suit her body at all
wants to ask if this girl did become suddenly interested in me because i have a steady paycheck and a uniform
why someone respects me because i'm in the military and go to poetry readings because obviously hard muther fuckers don't read poetry

part of me wants to run around the city streets and punch people in the face when they look at me funny or do something wrong
i want to kick people with my boots on just for fucks sake then ask them if they are ok and cry then punch them with my fists
i want my gang to fight your gang in a gang fight even though my gang is mostly peace-loving good kids while yours is drunken slobs.

tell those girls their outfits make them look like whores and point out the guys who wont get laid tonight loud enough for everyone to hear these truths i make true through sheer volume

fuck it

i'm gonna turn this city upside-down in flames and boots to faces
stomp on your dog and make you eat the words you bullshit outside smoking lounges on friday nights
take a red arrow and pierce the hearts of the bastards on motorcycles who ask me if i'm going to it because i live in this damn city and can go there all the fucking time
take another arrow and just shoot it through the window to see what happens
the third goes through your heart because i think i'm cupid and can make you fall in love with the next poor dumb mutherfucker you see

just make sure you dont look at me.

unfinished... The MadMan

you are not property until you allow yourself to be objectified by populace
i have always belonged to someone be it family, friends, or country
my allegiance dates back to someone else giving the orders
the same excuse nazi soldiers gave for their war crimes
someone told me to do it because i cannot think for myself

i use god for my reason... my excuse... my illness... so they call it
a sick perversion of scripture melded with outright fiction
mental illness they said, but i'm perfectly sane. those women were demons in disguise
what other creatures crawl underneath your eyelids at night
writing sins through your dreams and whenever you open your eyes all you can see
all... all i ever saw...
oh god...
degenerates everywhere with flesh-exposed-fucking each other blindly in the street

The Mad Scientist

I wont let you go
I wont let you go
I have the power
to keep you here
my dear
do not fret
do not fear
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
i have the smarts
no hero will come here
to save you from these hands
you're trapped near
to my heart
my dear
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
why are you crying?
my dear
stop shedding your tears
i'm trying to think here
what will make you happy
why do you look at me with a leer
i'd never let you be hurt
i''d never hurt you
i'd never
i'd
just
NO!
STOP CRYING!
darling...

why are you cold?
why do you not speak?
it must be your gratitude
you're so happy to be here...
yes closed eyes and peaceful expression
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
and
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
my love
this poor stain on your dress
don't fret
it will come out in the wash.