my poetry
Natural Born Killers (written 5 Aug 2024)
Eric
Good wombs have borne bad sons
Filled with searing hate
Tainting white flesh blood-red
I'll fight the good fight
On my day of retribution
And in my final hour
I'll blow my brains out
And break my nose on the shotgun blow
Dylan
Razor lines and sunshine
The everlasting contrast of light and dark
And self
I await endless purity
She in perfection
The halcyons
I'm stuck in humanity
And a Tec-9 will set me free
o darkness (written 10 Nov 2024)
o darkness embrace me
in my filth and my resting place
take me in your grasp and clutch
until i fall limp
lay me on the earth
caress and love me
and leave me to the grave worms
so they can devour me too
hallow is the heart is the soul is the breath (written 27 Jan 2025)
hallow is the heart
which bears my filth
and savours my bleeding soul
and hallow is the soul
which clings to you
and chokes out the softest breath
and hallow is the breath
which i crave to breathe on your skin
and allow myself to sleep