​The memories come rushing back to me

Memories I don’t deserve to have

And my heart, it breaks open again

Right where the stitches are

That I put in place to mend

But they never stay in place

There’s something more at stake here

Than saving my aging face

Something more important to save here

Than my dignity and grace


11.03.17 #2

It’s comfortable here,

In the lonely darkness.

A lone candle lit

Centered in the room.

A reminder of the light

That could be,

But never will

Because of me. 


Are you happy now? 

That you’ve convinced yourself

That to face agony alone

Is somehow noble of you

You won’t bother anyone

With your nonsensical suffering

Or your self belittling 

Or your torturous torment

You will carry your own weight

And not accept any help

You are alive. You are alone.

And it’s for the better


They’d tell you to suck it up

If your pining were known

And you’d say thanks for your help

And continue to walk alone.


​You were here all along

To dissolve the dirt

From my sectioned soul

And absolve my sadistic sins

You were here all along

To tell me I’m only human

I’m merely mortal

And make many mistakes

You were here all along

To forgive me for faults

And face the fears

That detain me in darkness

I’ve been here all along

To learn to love my life

To seek satiety for my soul

And help you to the same

Lake of Fire (08.23.12)

The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession)

The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession) (Photo credit: cobalt123)

We lay in waste in the Lake of Fire
As the clouds rain oil in which we bathe,
We people who suffer in pain and fury,
We the people who couldn’t be saved

We slowly burn, burn alive,
As our skin bubbles, sloughs and slips,
Liquified flesh that slides and drips,
And lifts off our bones
Which crack in the heat,
Our backs so black, blue and beat

Our silly souls are snuck and stole,
Caught and carried and cast away

Our ears are eagerly deafened
By our own squealing shrills,
Like sizzling meat on a white hot grill,
Charred to perfection and seasoned to taste,
Cooked slow and steady
As the fires burn our face

We drown in fire wishing we could fly,
We roast in water as we wait to die,
Our wings have been cut
Our souls have been taken,
We beg for dear death
To come cease our aching

To what end do we wait? My friends and I,
To sit in this fire while Satan gets high?
Let’s flip and fight with our little time left,
Retake our souls or give it our best!

That bastard Devil with his evil jest,
Spear his throat and gouge his chest!
Let’s stand and shout and give him hell,
Destroy his house, and heart as well,
Let’s make him suffer, slow and steady,
Like the souls he cooked over heat so deadly

His blood slowly drips, slips and slides,
Glistening wet, down to his thighs,
Like the blood of Christ
From the crown of thorns,
The red menace, the burden beast,
Had eaten our souls as his very last feast

But don’t make the mistake, this isn’t revenge,
We’ve risen to life after three days of death
To save ourselves and save our friends,
We’re nothing like saviors, nothing like saints,
But we brush the sky with happy and hope,
With lust-less love and bright blue paints

With heads held high and souls saved at last,
We who suffer have retaken our grasp,
On poverty and pain,
On love and desire,
No longer we suffer,
In this Lake of Fire.