Classical references expound upon
My broken lines
Of law enforcement evasion,
And self-actualization.
Shadows shift
In this complex reality
Of the moment.
I fear for continuity,
Long for non-sequitur.
Acting as a Ratatoskr,
Shifty eyes and all.
But a fire is burning behind
These icy eyes,
Tended by blind rage.
Lord, allow me to grow to be
Your Azazel.
Father, let me die
An honored Death
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I knew that getting this chump to believe that it had been a busy couple of days would be harder than getting the itch from under my sock. I had to be smooth as a bottle of cough syrup smuggled out of Walmart. I had to be quick as a whippet.
Lack of Rest,
Lack of Food,
You are killing me.
At least I’m bigger,
What a waste,
He begs for Vegas.
I feel like making something, so, whoever comments on this will get a custom post card mailed to them. I’ll make a max of 5. Comment on this and email me an address at dcidcorvid@yahoo.com and I will have your post card in the mail this week.
Not that that has any real influence on this post. However, I do look forward to playing it, seeing what all the hype was about
My Kevlar sweetheart,
My violent angel,
Let us go together,
And fuck peace.
Take my hand and watch as I do,
See the fear my name invokes,
The shaking heads,
My bloody hands.
Let us go together
Into the void of inhumanity,
Embrace your base drives,
And tear a fool’s throat open.
We say no to sacrificial guilt.
My love,
Let us walk the juxtaposition,
We’ll live as they die.
Your hands are trembling, dear.
Do not let them see your fear.
The weak feed off the excess of the strong,
Starve them with your bravery.
I’ll be here to the end.
I’ll support your stride,
And stem your blood loss.
So what if tomorrow never comes?
I have you now.
Two dimensional reality
An opiate’s purr
Sinking, he whispers in my ear.
“(heavy breathing)”
Pinpoints point
Some Chords burrrrrr.
Time to be an artist.
Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.
Man-made light breaks the horizon,
Bringing with it the faux joys of a new day.
Yet the raven still flies.
The divines can’t stop for me,
And I won’t be their burden.
I’ll bite my lip, and march on.
My hat’s brim funnels sweat,
Keeping my eyes clear as I look towards the future.
I fight tears.
I’ll make it though.
I always have.
I’m no deadbeat.
Believe it or not,
I’m better than I was.
I’ve grown through this shit.
So many pills,
So many girls,
So many mistakes.
Scar tissue serves a purpose though.
It’s harder to pierce the second time.
As nerves die, and skin hardens,
I evolve into the me I need to be.
Let me be your hrunting.
Allow me to be your solace
In your darkest hour.
Watch as I fail you.
Dcid Corvid 