Pixie Dust!
Free me of this state mother! Stop selling me as a toy!
Free me of this state father! Stop fueling this evil ploy!
As I'm read by the apparitions around me, like a horrid novel of mistrust, I ferociously pick away at my skin.
Free me of this state mother! Stop exposing all I have left!
Free me of this state Father! Stop perpetuating petty theft!
Bullet for bullet, arrow for arrow, bone for bone, I race through this life like a one-winged wasp.
Mother! I am most appalled! I see you rot I see you boil!
Father! I am most confused! I see you seethe within this soil!
My life novel now ablaze! I'm a mere creature of puny relevance. This feeble mind disgusted, yet of no importance.
I saw you beheading pixie after pixie with a blackened blade of cosmic power!
Bathing in their blood and gnawing at their bones!
Will this be my fate? Certainly.
The Mayor Speaks!
"Dear citizens of our beautiful town of Spearton! Look around you and indulge in the wonders of our town!"
The mayor smirks eerily.
"I have come forth to share good news! Great news even! My administration and I have gone to great lengths to capture a criminal who terrorized our city!
The mayor's smirk intensifies.
"But the days of terror are over now!"
The mayor's smirk slowly but surely turns into an insecure grimace, yet he tries his absolute best to hide behind his veil of perceived strength.
"Here he is, behold his evil!"
Two policemen escort a young boy onto the stage. He is clothed in a white t-shirt and green canvas pants. He is barefooted.
The young boy is grinning from ear to ear, seemingly happy to be here.
The crowd roars as the boy is presented. Excitement rolls through the dense crowd like an unstoppable wave crashing against the stage.
The boy is then positioned by the policemen to the right of the stage and brought to his knees violently. The boy laughs out loud as they almost strike him down.
With deafening power, the crowd starts to chant "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Some stop chanting to exclaim what the boy has done to them, fuelling the unadulterated rage of the crowd.
"He killed my father!"
"He poisoned my well!"
The boy was absolutely loving the noise, bobbing up and down in excitement. His facial expression one of pure joy.
"I will now do what all of you desire. People of Spearton behold what comes next!"
Exclaimed the mayor with great vigor. After his exclamation, he wipes the sweat of his forehead with the palm of his hand drying his hand on his gray suit.
The crowd grows louder. Sheer hatred and brutality rages within the mass of people.
He commands the two policemen to leave the stage.
He approaches the boy, positioning himself behind the boy. A mere foot away.
The crowd almost boils over onto the stage.
The mayor's smirk returns.
The mayor presents a handgun to the crowd that he pulled from a holster which was concealed by his suit jacket.
He raises the gun with joy, presenting in to the crowd.
A sick enthusiasm makes the crowd go mad at the sight of the gun.
He strikes the boy down with his off-hand.
The boy falls down face first.
He was still smiling.
The mayor emptied the gun into the boys back and head as the crowd erupts.
The mayor then runs back to the microphone exclaiming!
"We did it folks!"
The crowd now like a force of nature.
The mayor then picks up the corpse of the boy and tosses it into the crowd.
A scene of devourment followed. The boy's corpse being torn to pieces and consumed by the citizens.
As the mayor watches the perverted spectacle, he whispers to himself.
"I hate this. No. I love this."
Squeeze The Tarantula!
I haunt you with my venomous tongue.
Like a lingering ghost, so close to your ear!
A natural born pigeon kicker!
Your scent like a gift of the heavens.
I watch you in your slumber.
As you dream of arcades and city lights.
My face peels at the thought.
Revealing a golden mask.
You are so graceful in your velvety sheets.
A red knee on the palm of your hand.
One, two, three, squeeze!
Barbed Wire Face Pull
Steel spires like cold evergreens looming over my head of glass
As I replace my will with loathing
Nothing is as honest as the hate that drives me
Nothing as cold as my touch
Once more I transcribe
My thoughts into a sober sermon
As love oh so slowly turns
Into nothing but a feeble memory
Steel spires and barbed wires
Icy veins and dried out brains
Snowfall like a silent storm
All over me
Summer Dress’n High Tops
Just another lonesome heat wave
I simply am a watchful eye
You still don't know of my existence
Of course you don't
I underwent spiritual metamorphosis
Just for you
Just for you, I morphed into a silent bird
With eyes that oversee your every move
In your summer dress
Like a phoenix taking flight
In your high tops
Confident as always
I remember seeing you at the nearby lake
Like a somber siren, you disappeared into the ripples
I know you so well
Yet we haven't spoken once
Corey the Frontiersman
They call me the ghost of the forest
Clad in brown and black
Expelled from my house
Corey is my name
I cleanse the woods of a dormant evil
Yet nobody sees my efforts
As I protect my people
Without being one of them
As I wander this cold, forlorn land
I spill my life onto the soil
Leaving behind an ashen trail
The Golden Chimaira
Of shining gold and white marble; monumental in your glorious form
You are the chimaira, indescribable in how you move
Down where the old willows dance
I see you performing
A rite of the heavens blue
A night like a dagger in my spine
You're so marvelous, beautiful
Yet you have three heads
None of them smiling
The Arrowhead
The seasons change within you
And your core becomes inert
As the arrowhead pierces skin and flesh
Your slumber finds an abrupt end
This life, nothing but a fleeting memory
Nothing but a masochistic dance
Cicadas, like a frightful choir
Ravaging the silence of the night
Your patch of heaven
Stained by the lead you leak
A life spent in cacophony
Days of old, they seem so bright
Your heart, it longs for motion
But your body longs for rest
The gentle wind across your face
As you spread your luminous wings
The Beauty Of Self-Immolation
Upon a green hill, half swallowed by the dawn
I stand burning brightly
Like a dominating quasar
Scorching the grass around me
You try to extinguish the fire
But my blood fuels the blaze
As the flames turn my body to ash
The wind carries my remains away
Far away to a distant domain
Where the dust that was once a mere human
Reforms into a shining star
Pink Sapphire
An ethereal melody springs from your aura
Drowning out the hatred in the air
The wind of remembrance exhilarates my idle mind
Carrying away my name
A pink sapphire adorns your sternum
Illuminating our maze of a world
Your intrepid soul, so unshakable
Like an inextinguishable flame amidst a storm
Your voice sets the sky ablaze
All sorrow fades in your wake
You command the evening light
To embrace this desolate world