Fraud

Oh serpent a tounge of fraud is your mark. False speech lips slither ill a journey embark. What’s in your head? What game is it now? Mark your prey son for your fortitude is foul. Maybe you do what you do to eat off plates but lieing I’m finding taints your ill fate. A soul…

Awoken

Fiction is full, tainted is fed, inside dark to feed the dead. A want comes, heart hungers, a shelter from one to another. From within I now a frozen child broken a home is stolen. Barbs cover it, comfort always is bent by us a deceit dismays. I still just child reach to touch things…

For My Hell

Disease multiplies until I find a coffin so I dance in rain I don’t think it often. Because it I do not know the precious love for myself lies luster is infectious. I can not help it I hear voices suave, in deceit’s whisper, swear there a God. Cut by the shards a life can…

Your Pious Priest

Don’t say you love everyone. Such poison on your sly tounge. What do think of me I see you the type person inside not truth. You came to me in a depression. A pious priest for your confession. You can’t hide it, for I’ve seen hell. Parlayed devils; I inside sin dwell. Be imperfect it…

Brain Therapy: My Disasterous Relationship Vol. 2

Shattering the silence, came your voice in night. Blinded by your nuances shine bright did your light. *** Rescuing my misdirection I ventured after my journey through this twisted existence scorned by my own learning. *** That the world forgives not those weak and who’re fraught by misfortune of their own and by things they…

The Blindness Of Pride

“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice I shudder to try and address those whom would confess they do not possess regret for subjecting truth to duress. Pride at times is useful unless it is not truthful. Pride can make lies usual; burying…