Sunday, August 28, 2005

Patricide

Arrogance mistaken by him unwarranted but secretly bitter, when capable sirens exploding outburst from his hollow. Lips coated translation saliva revolting childlike desires immoral failure sinking further into oblivion. Broken will fat baby slobbering "Feed me!"

He disgusts me. Vengeance thickened; pulp forest by apathetic iniquity. My assailant father versus arcane stagnation outlet perforated by colorful laughter. Death I wish upon his breath serene lightless will benighted by hatred no other way. Dream, silence my desires forbidden in fruition. Fantasy, suppress my violence; my dark rebirth manifested.

The sleep of insomnia flowing vividly within my veins throbbing forcefully in anxious blue delirium. Eyes he shut in security false, and struggled me to restrain this murderous evil that filled my soul like a morning fog too oppressive, too dense for comprehension. Twitch the fingers of Edgar who by nature knows the path that indecision before me lay. "Hold me sanity! Purity! Reason!" Oh but strong in me the will for evil, it purity had become. Dead phantom voice of Edgar slithered "murder" into my ear.

Stone lay the inches apart adjacent shelf which took I by hesitation without in the moment's clarity to murder him as Edgar seized me; to murder him whose seed from lust had spawned my darkness, and fell with lust from high above him my hand now painted black by death. Numb and of him suddenly I am now free--the taste of breathing untarnished by my hatred; by my darkness owed to him.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Her New Life

Glass hidden eyes behind green shining mother passenger dead, battery life forlorn smile rearranged. God fingernails opposite engines red acid morning the hours fluidity shameless unbelievable without me. Sunburn spit mouthing "why does this matter?" Know nothing of the sort pornography imitation. Such a fruitless ovum cancer-eaten written black with ink, and face now a trip illness technicolor sky blurred static by the iris. School system's public demons growing out from within our two faces now hidden in the opprobrious dirt. What have we become?