The Dark Beast

At the bottom of my gut, the dark beast is waking up.

Snarling, it twists and turns in its fleshy cage

Regularly rattling the bones in its cold rage.

A heinous metronome fuelled by hate

Counting down the remaining beats of my heart.

When at night, the dark beast’s ennui grows and flares up,

It patiently stretches its gnarled claw

Layer after layer, strips the nerves raw

Firing salvos of stabbing pain

 All the way to my helpless brain.

A lycanthrope at birth, the dark beast sometimes climbs up

Ruthlessly crushes the lungs away

Scratching and flaying the flesh in its way

Coiled around my spine, it reaches the heart

And delightfully releases its poisonous bite

During those accursed nights when the dark beast keeps flying up

It viciously mauls the throat

Maliciously shreds the vocal chords

Silencing the soul to magnify the inflicted pain

Until I choke and drown on its spiky mane

Heartless

Sometimes

I feel Heartless

 

When i don’t cry

Over the death of a pet

I feel Heartless

 

When i’m more scared

For the living that will stay

Than for the one about to go away

I feel Heartless

 

I feel Heartless

When the tales of war

Don’t prevent me

from sleeping at night

 

I feel Heartless

When my brain think

It is ok not care

 

I feel Heartless

Sometimes

Promise

I will bend to your needs

i will fall to my knees

A spider woving its web

Your fingers on my head

You and I and the World

Twisted in a few dirty words

I will bend to your needs

I will rush onto my knees

Desire being the magnifying glass

Of All the Fire and All the Ice

Everything threaded too tight

All the Wrong and All the Right

I will bend to your needs

I will crawl on my knees

A butterfly’s last flight

I never wanted to fight

Could there be a better reason

To willingly lock yourself in prison

The power of your hunger

The strength of your anger

Will keep me on my knees

The City Of Morloch

This morning, I woke up

A fear inside my guts

Strange flashes of my lingering dream

Echoing in my head, like a dyin’ scream

 

I remembered the towers of iron

The blue smokes of pollution

An etched graving of

The city of Morloch,

 

Following down the pipes

I discovered another congregation

A town which energy came

From the crimes of the first one

 

And right between them

The Mansion of the Begum

Like a black hole pulsin’

Endlessly spinnin’

 

And I would run helplessly

The landscapes merging blurrily

Looked like the Mount of Doom

As I fell, weirdly flying under the moon

 

I opened my eyes

And gone were the angsty skies

Was it an opened door

To another real world?

 

My reality caught up with me

As my stomach started rumbling

I switched on the music

As I do every morning

 

The tears started rolling

I couldn’t shake away for me

The icy hand stroking my heart

And the phantomatic taste of metal

Broken Glass

The broken glass in my palms

Won’t prevent me from closing my fists

I will dig thru your body if need be

Go with me, Or let go of me

 

You know, I could use some company

But that’s your call Honey

You wanted me to see the world thru your eyes

Then be ready to see the world thru mine

 

It is give and take

And there’s no discussing it

I ain’t no bitch

And I ain’t no saint

 

But just a prefect mix of both

‘Cause, that ‘s how they make us, right

Between two choices my answer has always been

And ‘ll always be “ A bit of Both, darling”

Something Inside

There’s something wild inside

Scratching and screaming

 

A  pulsing heart tensing with each new beat

Thousands of cells pushing against iron ribs

 

There’s something riled inside

Scraping and screeching

 

Swollen lungs shaking with each new breath

Thousands of alveolis straining against iron ribs

 

Something ablaze

something crazed

 

Struggling and shrieking

Striking and snarling

 

Fighting relentlessly

For release

Under Influence

Sweet And Smoke
i saw a lizard choke
Sweet And Smoke
He needed more coke

An artist is a fountain
Mentos and diet coke mixing
The soul raised over mountains
Can’t find any ending

Sweet And Smoke
I saw a monkey soak
Sweet and Smoke
He was needing more coke

I m a sponge
Shower Flower forgotten in the rain
I channel feelings for a higher ground
Squeaking loudly under the strain

Sweet And Smoke
I saw a tiger croak
Sweet And Smoke
He was needing more coke

Let’s launch another round
Others’ geniuses seeping in my dreams
Stars hidden in a sacred mound
Sneak their influences in their beams

Sweet and Smoke
I saw a dragon soak
Sweet and Smoke
He was needing more coke

It pushes strongly against my seams
We’re all under influences no kidding
That art ain’t mine by any means
Does not make it bad, that’s some clever cheating

Sweet And Smoke
i saw a Lizard choke
Sweet And Smoke
He was needing more coke

Tribute To The Doors.

OHI(n)O

Oh I know
That you feel like you’ve been buried alive,
Each cell of your body crushed to dust one by one, drop by drop, insanely slowly
That you hurt like hell by just trying to coerce air into your lungs
Even though you’ve hidden the necessary oxygen into the smoke

Oh I know
That I’ve got nothing to make you change your mind
Each tear in your skin is deepening and I ain’t no surgeon
That I ain’t novocaïne too so you’ll keep hurting even so close to me
Even though I swear I’m trying my hardest

Oh I know
That you’re convinced that you should not be living in here
Each strand of your hair is monstrous mistake in this misshaped world
That you spend your days wondering about death, meaning and destiny
Even though you know perfectly well this is just plain bullshit

Oh I know
That I’ll never be able to tear those black sunglasses from that bluesy heart
Each drop of black ink settled on that pale skin, or inside that pale skin are not mine to erase
That i can always find ways to cast the sunlight and the cherry blossoms inside
Even though I’m perfectly aware those are just desperate attempts

Oh I know
That you might not even notice
Each time I sit next to you, pushing the volume a notch up
That I’m just trying my best to share my warmth with you
Even though that’s just plainly hopeless

Oh I know
That the way I hold you tighter each time
Each second shredding into eternity is not much
That it’s definitely not what you seem to be searching for
Even though I don’t have a fucking idea of what you’re rummaging for

But I Know
That when I put my arms around your sagged shoulders
Each of my muscles trembling under the strain
That THIS is REAL
Even though, you don’t seem to grasp what reality means.

Rush

Diapers crumbles into charcoal dust
A Cartoon cemetery welcomes the lost Trust
Grazed strings dig in the shadow of a forgotten lust
A ghostly sore throat and my mind coughs off the rust

Up in the air i randomly fly
And i ask an angel passing by
Turned out he was was even more lost than I
He cursed then smiled, made it so worthwhile

A pink punk girl pecks the glow
Blissfully destroy is her motto
A graffiti dress and one painted toe
yeah, i’ll race you in the touch and go

Down in the water I met
A junkie mermaid smoking her net
She offered, i declined, i pod in hand i was already Set
Then appeared Burton Fairies flirting with Ms’ puppet

That one’s such a Pimp under the white face
and I love meeting him in my internal crazy maze
Hysterical release of laughters and i’m in a daze
My brain hiccups, once twice, and here i’m graced

By a sweet little death.

Insomnia

The organ lasciviously draws forward the knots in my back
I’ve got wooden legs and a creaky spine

crack crack crack Goes the sound of my moving frame
Teeth and nails digging deeper to reach the bones

drink, my child Drink  this is not my blood
eat my child eat this is not my flesh

crack crack crack Goes the sound of my broken heart
Crooked fingers ending famished hands are holding it securely in my chest

How does the rust taste running down your fingers
Crawling up your tongue to engage its slow descent

crack crack crack goes the sound of my glitched brain
Bleeding lips will kiss you goodnight in the protective dark

The quiet church pushes us out in the cold of this urban desert
Silence my child, the monsters are waiting for our souls in the decaying sun