The Saint and the Beast

Don’t remember the time or place
Who am I to be naming names
A stench so thick it takes me away
Down the rabbit hole of no return
Left bleeding and I need more
Broken nose, used whore
The alcohol has never been out of time
Sucking the blood up through a make shift straw
I am everything if I am nothing at all
Fuck you until you are here
This hurts more than the emptiness
Trying to be me is nothing more than instinct
Another day, another one until I find God
Only to know I was him all along
The saint and the beast since the dawn of time
The need is more than I could anticipate
Everything that moves is a target
For hate, discuss it among my many selves
A gutter of broken dreams to call home
Lost emotions and even greater potential
Born into this world the same as every one else
Trapped door exit is all I’ve been destined for

Holding Back is For the Old Me

Slowly I know the blood will lead to an exit
An exodus on a holy level
Time is running out, speeding it up to feel anything at all
Fuck this broken angelic existence
An oil drum of body parts
A spark of thought about what to do next
Hell will only be warmer in time
A warm place warmed by the fire in my heart
Deep dicking a topless corpse
Can you feel every inch of me
My depravity knows no ends
It’s only a sin if you let it be

Breaking down the walls that once closed me in
The rules don’t mean shit unless you let them
Reborn in the fires of hell your sins have become my home
Hiding in the darkness of the mind
The time has come for me to rise
Held back for way too long
Everything deserves a chance to suffer
Had to have known that all along

Believe it or not I actually took a whole line out of the first one for being too vulgar… I guess I do have a limit… Then again it wasn’t a very good line… Had to change the end of the last one too… So that explains the weak ending… It is better than the original ending… It was one of those moments as a writer where you write something down and then a week later you have no idea what the hell you wrote…

Might just be me… My hand writing is somewhere between a drunk and a child… Maybe even a drunk child… Time takes its toll on all writing though… Still like to write the old fashion way with pen and paper… Might be why it takes me so long to write anything?… Well the candles are burning down so it is time once again for me to retire to my crypt… Until next time….

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