Deep in the night, Dante sits at his table in the lounge, it is a quiet hole in the wall where one can disappear from the city for a while.
Nine inches deep is the most shallow form of human connection.
Drinking blind I see the light Drunken stupor to know what’s right Dramatic pause subtle and so bright Dried eyes lack any more tears Numbing calm escape all my fears Sailed through with thousands of beers Poison glances I hear your words New gang Malicious hollow herds With volition new flock of birds I cry … Continue reading Ultima Realizzazione
Continued from Causeries d’un Cabochard Dante closes his eyes, breathes deep her fragrance, and it gets him high, "It is these moments, it is tactile is it not?" He slips around her, hand across her midsection, and he whispers in her ear, "When you can feel the fire someone ignites from deep within. The only action you … Continue reading Deuxième partie
He touches her chin, "Art is not something made on demand, it is a force of nature, to force it is to just... lie."
Battery, self-inflicted busted dreams Old wounds reopen, with present salt Scraping off dried and cracked scabs Pain twice as good, it is all my fault Malignant tumors, riddle my spirit Emotional carcinoma growing inside Poison, medicine, it is all the same Fading away, slipping away, inside I hide Bruised and battered from the fall Crushed … Continue reading Better Off
It is all that passes in my mind One question on a quest for an answer To bare witness of a kind Solve this riddle of a wayward romancer I Cry I Die For an answer to Why? Why was I so stupid? Why did she say that? Why didn’t I do this? Why did … Continue reading Idiocy
I lay Bewildered, Wide Eyed, Mouth Agape. Cold Silence Enraptures Me, Nothingness Rape. White Hot Blaze, Inferno: My Mind's Eye. Peace Within, My Goal, do or die. A Blank Slate, Emotionless, Free From Pain. Abnormal Passion, Remorse, Far From Sane. A balance is Key, Necessary: A careful Path. Half Human, Half Robot in the aftermath. … Continue reading Unchained
Maybe one day, one of them, any of them, will forgive me. Maybe one day, possibly, I could, forgive myself. Adorned fetishes, alters and shrines, for old memory. Encapsulated pity, false hope, put away, on a shelf. It’s a nightmare, this I know Malicious seeds I will sow I try to stop this compulsion History … Continue reading Rémission
Tunnel, dark and damp, empty, except for remorse Him, in the dire offal vomits, with all his force Every stone, carefully placed, lay prone, shit-faced Chrysalis of burden, Hate, lies, and pity Transformation Adaption to the shitty Internal cages, layered emotion, struggle to fail, suffering devotion Break through the walls, find disappointing reality Find the … Continue reading Megamorphosis