electrichead's blog: "My Poetry"

Death Under Pale Moonlight Today I pressed face to face with her Cheek to cheek I kissed her head to toe I felt her up and down, and all around I could feel the rushing sense of danger I caressed her hands before I cut her wrists I kissed her goodnight, death under pale moonlight Today I held her heart in my dirty hands And from my throat I thrust a knife Jabbed down into her heart through my hands She only whispered without a fight I killed her with my own two bare hands I let her lie down in her bed I kissed her goodnight, death under pale moonlight

Post Mortem Pills You're a violation, an infection A virus inspired self-lover You're whitetrash, past due A deadland of horrid waste And you're a death sentence A bone crusher on post mortem pills You're violent with what you say A self-spitting image of breast decay You're tainted and inspired You had to be sold cheaply And you're a death sentence A pill popper on post mortem pills

I Feel I Am Failing I'm all alone in the world today My hands are cold and dirty Six inches deep of sin I spoke aloud but no one heard me When I said I was falling Six feet beneath my skin I sat in the corner crying My eyes were bloodshot Still I felt diseased from trying So help me please I feel I am ailing I don't feel pretty I feel I am failing I'm all alone when I say I try to cope with these dirty deeds Why the hell am I still derailing I sit in an empty room All tied up on the inside Eating myself from the outside So help me please I feel I am ailing I don't feel pretty I feel I am failing

Dawn Of An Apocolypse Did you ever think that it rains blood Inside the heart of a vicious monster Did you ever think that time would fade Beneath the still of the last pale moonlight And did you ever think that hate would evolve Evolve into something clever in disguise Can you feel the hate blow up all the heart inside Leave it to rest in peices side by side Can you feel the wind blow as a boy is told Life moves faster than we have time in our hands That a wall of deciet is here to remind us That everything we believe is nothing to believe As syndicate as the soul of the world The world is as dead as the fall is bitter Like a roach underneath the skin Hungered, broken and burrowed in With only the stale taste of sin In the darkest dead of a winter Out of the darkness came a witchy-eyed woman With destiny upon her fragile shoulders Above all things she carried death in her hands She withheld a sword of an apocolypse The destroyer of the human race and the world An offer of decimation was offered For in turn a simple dictatorship One with the most extreme of power That seemed as it were no power at all But offered the living no life at all

Your Death In Dreams Residing in deathland You lie in your deathbed Death flashing in your dreams You did resign to suffering But you'll never uncover resiliance Death was in your milieu Your only god was militant In your dreams you flounce about Too florid to give a fuck You've conjured bad perception Your war conscript Deconsecrates your soul You try to skulk You try to slake You try to speak But you're not awake Anymore

I'm a coupon for cheap porn, and I'm a victom for lust, I think I want to shoot a god, and I think I'll like it, I break my fingers and I grind on my teeth as they bust, I think I'm a cheap ticket for sex, I'm disposable, missused and always full of shit, I'm filled with pussy, I killed the president because he was my scapegoat, Jeffrey Dahmer was my only sworn hero, am I sorry to be around, my sex is like a bomb, as a preast gets his ass beaten, his skull bashed and a dick shoved into his mouth, like earths decievers, I'm no believer, and I'm a sinner, I've fallen from a prison, my father is Jesus, my sister is Mary and I fucked her too, I've firmly been deleted, I'm only a cheap imitation, and I don't know how I am alive, I thought the people wanted me, the president fucked his aunt and I'm a pggy for watching, suffering is better than living, I'm a work of art, I'm crucified and when wet I drip and shrivel up, i may not be a sinner but I ate your mother and broiled your sister, I crawled into the television, so you could see me, I damned myself to hell, I cannot read, but I can bleed, I'm a maggot who burned the church, I discarded myself because I'm not good enough and I know I'm not alone.

Poetry I write dirty rotten poetry, poetry that can bring tears to your eyes, or bring a meaningless death to your pitiful lives, I write to severe your minds off the moralities of life, expressing nothing but power, shame and lust, and giving the innocence of greed an honorable name in the ranks, I write to dissolve typical brain matter in the present day atmosphere, pressuring and pressuring great solitude, the mind is an abyss wasteland, without the horrors which life can bring, it shrivels in great magnitude, without the pain in writing, there is no great suffering to be brought among the innocent lives that which effortless lazy, conceited bastards call home, things like death in the valley, are the least of our concerns, and beyond, the causeway, hell, and strange highways, is poetry, to softly ease our minds.

I see myself dying in love, deep within my mind, is a tarnished fetish massacre, my cyborg sex is to die for, my person is a new sex symbol, and my smile is a sexy stare, maybe with a little human contact, I might just seem to care, I've been shot down, sex is my new life, my new way of living, electric salvations, I've always been roughed up, life is a crime cause I'm always being broke down, I have the feeling that I am not in control, sex I cannot ignore, it's compelling, everything you say, everything I've said, when you say it's over, I have all I can do but, I was an anti-deicide lover, a once respected drinking glass, my sex is determined to destroy me, it has begun to kill me away, sex is my enemy, it seems so hard to forget this shit, when I wanna fuck, I can't walk away, sex is my enemy, my sex is black magik, addicted to porn, my mind disintegrates, sex in my ear vibrates, to bring together all this pain, I wanted to live, but not in such pain, I've tried to look away, I've tried to separate, I tried to take my victims, I've used the ammunition to look away, I live in contradiction, with the pain you gave to me, the pain, the sex is in my eyes, Christ was murdered inside, I was a savior, I was separated yesterday, a victim in sex, a living cult, I looked away, to get away from the pain's mistakes, sex is my enemy, it seems so hard to forget this shit, when I wanna fuck, I can't walk away, sex is my enemy, my sex is black magik, the faster that it comes, I sense demonic demises, of sex itself, I'm sure I'm just tripping over this, over that weed I smoked, I gotta watch it when sex comes over me, it's an addiction, I try not to feed, sex is war, I try to hide, but I'm just a whore, I look inside myself, to find the price of love inside my eyes, I try to save the cruel solutions, the pills are stale, but I took them spitefully, I was a leader, a vivid sex symbol, a fetish magazine of ugly desires, ugly pictures, ugly stories, when I try, I can't decide, when I'm going to die in sin, for my sex was black magik, cruel but deceitful, sex is my enemy, it seems so hard to forget this shit, when I wanna fuck, I can't walk away, sex is my enemy, my sex is black magik.

I smelt the very pain that brought you here, I heard form a burning angel, that you were a giver and nothing but a beautiful disgrace, I try so hard not to look at you but the chemicals digging in your eyes aren’t keeping you away from me, they're burning me inside making me fall out of touch with my life, making me tell myself I'm a victim of your frozen misery, I was told you were carbon based with nitric tendencies, and with hydro electric tendencies, chemicals that cannot be controlled, chemicals that make me feel like ice, eating me away, they've told me that you are the chemical girl, and that you hold virtual curiosity, and a sensuous virgin cherry popping kit, a vivid sex machine, a devasty that is cutting out, and falling right back down I heard that you beat puff the magic dick more than once and stabbed his face at least twice, no I cannot believe what you say because I feel so ashamed of what you say, I’ve been trying not to hear the chemistry in your voice, the devasty in your eyes, my chemical girl, you're a radioactive chemist in bed mixing up genders, and fucking making me more crazy, and in all the things I do make you explode with me and make you angry, and make me fall down to my knees chemically vibrant sex makes you feel oblivious inside.

(an old one lol) I have been sleeping in my high school pool, filled with grimy toxic waste, I have been sitting there just thinking about all of her haste, and even when I smiled I could still smell her, and I loved to love her foul, deceitful taste, there is not a single voluntary moment that I chose to lie myself upon these dreary wooden stakes, she was fucking toxic, an undisturbed dead land of dirty, horrid fucking waste, and time always slips itself by my fricken mind, and I forget horribly about the little yet devious things she'd make things out to be, and drilling all her fricken dead lies in the back of my fricken dead skull, and she pondered as to why I had told her to fucking crawl her dead ass home alone, she was pushing my mind back into dead space, she had tried not to hide all the dead little cries she has done, and instead she tries to wash the sins off of her tongue, and hides all the fricken skin on her teeth, she's trying not to hide inside herself, her mind was fricken tripping and she was binding herself, she crushed all the leaves on the ground into ashes, and could not and did not know the difference between reality and true pain and suffering, she was fucking toxic, an undisturbed dead land of dirty, horrid fucking waste, and time always slips itself by my fricken mind, and I forget horribly about the little yet devious things she'd make things out to be, and drilling all her fricken dead lies in the back of my fricken dead skull, and she pondered as to why I had told her to fucking crawl her dead ass home alone