Monday, February 25, 2019

Red Apples, Tattooed Hearts and the Anger of a Dead Man's Scabbed Hands

Everything red - Everything splattered in blood - Everything red - Everything splattered in blood

Dripping from our hands - Wolves we feast

Everything Red - Everything splattered in blood - dripping from our paws - biting - ripping at their necks

Everything red - Everything ends - Everything splattered in blood

Scabbed hands - Everything blood - everything blood. Grant me this one wish:

Everything red - Everything blood - Everything dead - Ripping at the flesh - Everything blood - Everything red

Thursday, February 21, 2019

The Maximum Volume of Morosity

Picture taken by unknown (12/21/18)
This is not a pursuit of serenity. No, what lays strewn out before us is the entrails of all of my torment twisting the bile of my guts, tears and shit smeared across a canvas of isolated pain buried deep in the cave of a black heart festering with the gangrene of betrayal and abandonment.

I am not seeking solace or transcendence. This is instead the pursuit of pushing beyond and clawing for the center of desperation. This is not the point of pressure in which the puss snaps out of the head offering slimy and sexual satisfaction, but rather a deep footing in the brewing ache of infection and the resentment that fills life's pores.

Dancing for more rain, so that I may remain shut in with the pain. Dancing to stay insane. Running in the rain. Dancing insane.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Sticky Note Blues

Let’s pluck the wings off this butterfly
Burn the cardboard box of lies
A fragment of your imagination
A tick tock in the brain goes pop
Hit it! Rollerblading on Saturn’s rings
I need to buy a puppy and a Pepsi
That humming
This dragon’s bloody head
That black cat outside our window
Fruit punch sacrament
It’s doesn’t get along well with others
We don’t either
A good luck charm
Sharing oranges
Caterpillar race on the highway, meaningless
A needle in the spine for fun
Double dip the psycho chocolate b-a-n-a-annas
My shit is Gilbert Grape
I say, take a baseball bat to the motherfucking dead horse
That’s just how I roll

We never got those milkshakes
Incomplete to-do lists
They say I do not communicate my thoughts and feelings well
Maybe I’m T-O-A?
Morons
Shmucks that schmuck through life high on hairspray and cupcakes
Dead slot machines, Styrofoam
Little lads that cut the throat of the devil
Stab the heart of god
No biggie
Drive-thru satisfaction
Fulfillment an entirely different direction
Two glasses of ice water with ice
Dull razors taste better in the desert

Surfing three moons to the left
Of a heartbeat
They’ll betray your birthday and dig down to the marrow
Disconnect
The wolf's piss in their bottles of chili is a good start
Disappear
Silence will be my greatest opus
Lollipops, licorice, and hand grenades
Morticians on the boardwalk selling lemonade
They will win at pain


Once I start rhyming about grenades and lemonade, I know I’m doing too much. Or maybe not? "Put it in a virtual drawer and never think about it again." I got bored with this one eventually, so I stopped. It happens frequently. So be it. Vaffanculo!

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Randoms 2018

He said to take the train out of Coca-Cola city, but you bought a Pepsi.


There's no more pain to inflict
You cannot kill me anymore than I am dead
A long unending end
I am nothing, discarded
Tossed aside, thrown away, i rifiuti


This is not real
It's all a fucking sham
Fraud
Phony and fake
Destroy what is real
Live your delusions of grandeur
Your father plucked out your eyes
A perfectly positioned persona
To placate that aching pulse
I know what it is
I carry it too
It's not me
It's not you
It's something only we go through
Tell 'em you're alive
As you die inside


Visions of ultraviolence and pain
Digging into the center of flesh
Dreams of cutting out the mindbrain
Get out and move forward
Take it or leave it
It's all purely insane
Broken bones and burning homes
Doused in cologne


Just clearing out some old memos, so I can throw away, delete, and most likely never think about again. A dopo! 

Black Heart #43

I do not love you
I loved you, whatever you is
For a very long time
However, I do not love you anymore
Only hate and apathy remain.

I miss my best friend, she’s dead
Something else in her head
Something twisted
Family blacklisted
It was not real
Lies, all lies

She became our warden in a prisoner’s uniform
Held hostage by my worst nightmare come true
"It's good that you can't run now"

I do not love you
You were my everything
I do not love you anymore
Motherless children
I miss my best friend, she’s dead
Her body dismembered on the bed
Only hate and apathy remain
I never thought this could be

I do not love you anymore

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Un po' dei lirici metal (bozza)

I must kill the you in me

You must hate me.
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away

Take the dead dog's head
Roll it down the stairs
I'll be there
This cauldron stays hot in the sun
They talk of witches and warlocks
Fleas, tiny fleas
Flick them in the fire

I must kill the you in me
I can still feel something
It will not go away
I must kill the me in you
Bring me Nothing
I must kill the you in me

You must hate me
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away

Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away
Despise me
Ridicule me
Kill it away

I am the foundation under you altar
Every room and corner marked
The spirits on my side
I tried. Tried not to wake Him
But here He is
Tear it all apart, tear it all down
Throw it all away, don't save a thing
Give 'em nothing, kill 'em good
Smash it, smash it, smash it good
Tear it all down
Smash it, smash it, smash it good
Let it bleed through the seasons

I must kill the you in me
I can still feel something
It will not go away
I must kill the me in you
Bring me Nothing
I must kill the you in me

You must hate me
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away
Despise me
Ridicule me
Throw me away
So I may take back this day
This is what I need to be
This is how I get free
No more
No more you and me
No more we

Siamo niente, siamo morti
Io sono niente, io sono morto
Io sono il morte
Loro sono niente, loro sono morti
Una peste
Sono niente, sono morte
Una peste