Nightmares
Seething words rush through my brain,
And tell me of the end.
Grit my teeth and drink the pain,
For soon my brain will mend.
It’s just the thoughts that will not mend,
if I maintain this pain;
I think this life is at its end,
Lost for now within this brain.
Crowfood
Raven-coloured claws tear flesh from bone, and nobody stops to give the time of day.
Chocolate
There’s a melted corpse hanging by the doorstep, but it’s not the first sign that something’s wrong.
Unsatisfied
I tracked him all the way back to Voltair Avenue, but it wasn’t really worth the effort. He was long gone by the time I managed to find where he had been hiding all this time, days and weeks of searching rendered both pointless and successful in one fell swoop. Still, I managed to steal his cigarettes, so it wasn’t a complete loss.
“Where do you think he went?” asked my pal, Johnnie. It’s not his real name, of course, but nobody knows his real name, not even him. “Bastard owed me a fifty from that time down by the Bronx.”
I don’t know where he went, and I tell him so. Johnnie snorts – he probably doesn’t believe me. I don’t blame him.I wouldn’t believe me either, if I were him. I take another drag from the cigarette and exhale; tastes just like cancer.
“Of course, if I was him, I’d be in bloody Manhattan by now,” Johnnie continues. Man never learned when to shut up. He screwed up the job in Baconhurst last week with that big gob of his, too.
“Look. We’ll find him,” I say, slightly pissed off with the man. “And then we’ll get our money back.”
Johnnie snorts again, and gobs on the floor. “I’m surprised you’re not more desperate to find ‘im. What with what he did with those kiddies…”
Bam. Fist through the wall.
“We’ll find him. There’s no not finding him. It’s finding him, and there’s nothing else.”
One-Night Bite
He took a lonely waitress out to drink that night, and left her cold and bloodless in the morning.
Those Who Fight Monsters
“…Let us remind ourselves that (for for one moment) that most people are quite intelligent, social beings that attempt to aspire towards being ‘good’, in that most people are not actively and consciously ‘evil’. Of course, good and evil are labels for concepts that people judge other people by, and by most scientific standards are utterly meaningless; but by human standards (and are there any other?) they are possibly the most important thing in the world. To be human is not to be mere rock and particle, to be flora or fauna; to be human is instead to have a concept of right, to have a concept of wrong, and to know there are places in between.”
- The Abyss, Volume II, Foreword by Geoffery Longstern.
By Any Other Name
A single rose blooms by the side of the road, red and violent against the brush and tangle by the wayside.
Something
Something’s in the walls, and in the floor, and in the roof.
Something listens down upon your talk and knows the truth.
Something creeps and crawls just out of sight and in your mind,
Something’s standing still and silent before and right behind.
Something stalks you every night and day and dusk and dawn,
Something wishes desperately that you were never born.
Something’s hating, hoping, helping, haunting hell for you,
Pray you never find it, or else you’ll be something too.
Incidental Gibberish
More Like than Myself!
I am trapped
Trapped within these walls.
Also, I don’t know if I got paid for the last three weeks.
Fuckers. I probably forgot to sign the contracts or something.
A Long Thought-out Position
Personally, I don’t see the point in antidisestablishmentarianism; it’s not like that sort of stuff should be part of the political system, anyway.
