I (WHITE RAGE)

And when the rats shuffle from the woodwork brandishing shears like torches and hearts like pitch, we'll know whose ears are deaf to cause. And when the wolves shrouded in unstable devil grins pursue the scent of guilty blood, we'll know whose ulna is ripe for dissipation. T

honest words hurt the worst
speak the truth devastate
words can wound words can break
honest words honest hate
i'd lie to you if i said
that your words didn't hurt
sticks and stones may break my bones
but your words hurt the worst

honest words hurt the worst

She is my marionette, her face painted vibrantly like mislaid satire. Strung from the trees like party streamers, her capillaries are wavering trapezes in the spring wind. Half-hitched to the branches of my allegory.
A swing-set deteriorating and rotting from neglect.
A fashion model c

it hurts to know that i've only caused you pain
disappointment is a word i know too well
rejection it often clouds my mind
i've failed you many times
i don't hate my life
sometimes i just hate me
mistakes that i've made
please don't reject me
i strive for self-imp

I am a newborn in her succubus maternity ward, wide-eyed and trembling at the caress of opportunity.
We are sleeping on calliope absinthe and painted-grin lovers. I have tasted those graveyard lips and I have breathed the impacted tears.
Her eyes are cataracts, a red as deep as Easter

I buried her body beneath the West River so that the wake would dredge my dismembered trophy upon its exhibition shores a withered statue of a catalyst.
At her enthronement, they'll find her looking majestic, my death princess in a gown of plaster and plague redolence. Every incision from m

I came to revere her as I melted over a replay of our semi-formal. I can see her pupils painted like chapel tapestries in the creases of my palms.
The video's flickers produce four/four palpebration in her moribund blue eyes. That satin dress clings where only these love-scarred wrists shou