The Churning in my guts.
The sweat upon my brow.
Ever movement an agonizing event.
Death so out of reach, life but a mockery.
Holding breath watching the red melt into black.
Numbing seduction of the moment of mortification.
Lay me down on the cold stainless steel slab.
Examine what I used to be.
Watch as this shell putraits into the nothingmore.
Salvation in Self-denial.
The Burning emptyness.
The Shallow regrets.
With the dried up tears I no longer capable of shedding.
My body tenses and spasm in regamotus state.
The softies blue of my cold skin.
No longer able to see the lights the burn the washed over eyes.
Sharpest knives cutting away.
Instaments of examination probing my empty being.
Descovery of my infringment of the netherrealm.
Tossed out into oblivion.
Watch as nothing becomes nothingness.
Salvation in Self-destruction.
Let me hang.
Let me rot.
Let the haters throw there rocks.
Brused and battered and yet I laugh.
All knowing, that life is not as real as they would lead u to believe.
Salvation in tickery.
I.R.M. 12/16/06
I am the ignigmatic waste of a former youth.
Time is ticking and I have tripped.
Looking forwards and sinking further back.
I tend to feel that I broke my back.
Bent on the need to kill and destroy.
Filled with the yerning to create and explore.
Duelality of indignation, twisted mysinthropic mentality.
I have hands that mold, eyes that peer directly throgh.
I have a heart that bleeds, a soul the needs.
Laying on the churned soil of a freshly dug grave.
Wafting in the oders of decay.
Desperation has no chains for me...
I am free to wither away.
I.R.M. 12/15/06
I am a wreck of a man wasted on the side of the highway of lost dreams.
Destatute to live out this crash over and over like a staged play in my mind.
I see this twisting world around me, a panaramic gift of sensory overload.
Complete with the headaches and broken hearts we all know and so dearly loath.
Absince of myself, I feel dramatized by what I see on this H D goddamn lie machine.
Cut me away from myself so that I may live a moment in my own worn out shoes.
Show the outside and what its like to look down upon the hole inside.
One day ahead of the other, never looking back into my shadow.
I.R.M. 12/14/06
I am but a speck of dirt.
Lost in winds of fury.
I am the eye from behind, watching your world go by.
In this vail of sanity I reach through.
Grasping tight but missing every time.
The vain attemp to hold u close.
To touch ur very skin.
A seduction in seclusion.
Madness of one.
I Look into frozen eyes.
Washed away in gusts of fear.
Being the empty shell that I am.
I can accept no more, no less.
Then the product of my cold death heart.
Still an amber on the inside, waiting to burst free.
Hope and doom. one big fuck up.
Come reach for my hand.
I.R.M. 12/13/06
