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03 February 2021

too dame poor

 

I try to be frugal
I don’t spend beyond means
hard as I try I can’t get ahead
every month I end up in the red
stealing from this to pay that instead
I have nothing fancy
Hell, have barely a thing
needs and wants walk a very fine line
difficult choices all of the time
for me to survive I turn to crime
taking just what I need
like food and toiletries
my survival depends on stealing
you can’t imagine the feeling
this sort of life isn’t appealing
my Bills are overdue
nor penny to my name
I get frustrated with finances
pay what i can taking my chances
who cares about my circumstances
struggling every day
once a month I get paid
do what I can with a little luck
takes forever to save a few bucks
happens all the time It fucken sucks

03 January 2021

who'd of thunk

at first I was taken aback

I was hungry, needed a snack

please excuse my sudden out burst

I was taken aback at first


red and bloody eat it raw

I grasped at it with teeth and claw

mouth went dry eyes all a muddy

eat it raw red and bloody


me a cannibal who'd of thunk

raw fresh meat makes me drunk

like in the wild a savage animal 

who's of thought me a cannibal



15 August 2020

Twisted Thoughts

 

Twisted thoughts inside my head

painted in shades of black and red

where silence is never heard

haunted dream reality blurred

pain so real I fear for my life

dissecting myself with a dull knife

I wake up screaming in a cold sweat

feeling the bed it's soaking wet

I tried to calm and catch my breath

one of these days it will be my death

and on my tombstone I will have it read

died from twisted thoughts inside his head



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30 June 2020

I'm infectious

 

You question me and my evil grin

I felt like an infection under your skin

you tried to scrub me off, dig me out

the cure was simple admit your doubt

But being stubborn you don't agree

now if you do there's no guarantee

the deals off and your world's in a spin

Spinning, feeding the chaos within

it's your prisoner, your detainee

whatever you do don't set it free

It's a queer thing we don't talk about

keep your voice quiet try not to shout

I've a feeling the disease will win

I grind my teeth so I wont shout

forgot what I was talking about

I was destined never to be free

I'm the warden and the detainee

locked in my mind somewhere deep within

What I deal with would make your head spin

If they can talk, there's no guarantee

ask those that have been, sure they'd agree

touch of insanity I've no doubt

came in with sanity left without

You can't tell as I strip off my skin

I'm infectious, I say with a grin


Black out

 

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

my hands are stained crimson

my mind races over scenarios

each ending up with me in prison



a dead body at my feet

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

I couldn't recall who he was

what happened to my memory



these questions bomb bard me

as I try to remember the night before

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

this wasn't a something I could ignore



was it murder or an accident

either way I am in jeopardy

I don't know what to do

I Pace the floor with nervous energy



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22 April 2020

sickly sweet

 

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

it covers the skin

assaults the taste buds

eyes water from the gasses

just can't get used to the smell

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

dead bodies abundant

decaying flesh

the sky blackened by flies

rats and maggots made the ground seem alive

the calling for the dead has begun

mass graves not an option

burn the corpses

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

so pungent it burns the nose

you want to vomit but emptied out days ago

eyes of the dead staring

how many more will be infected

how many more will end up dead

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench



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19 November 2019

Winter

death of winter has settled in
the sickness was heavy in the air
it could be felt on the skin
wondering strangers beware
sore throat and fever is how it begins
elders and children didn't have a prayer
death of winter has settled in
the sickness was heavy in the air
people went crazy filled the loony bins
too weak to fight to tired to care
there was no escaping it was everywhere
God's punishment for all their sins
death of winter has settled in
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Pride

Torture at my fingertips
it breaks the silence of the night
a barbed wire bat just for kicks
tickles my heart to cause such fright
I bash in some poor blokes head
I know my thinking isn't right
all my friends end up dead
I stay in the shadow out of the light
like the monster under the bed
blood stained teeth and crimson lips
if you could witness the bloodshed
flesh peeled off in strips
not mine but yours instead
it's like an intense acid trip
the horrors I commit are quite a sight
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16 November 2019

it's a living


I don't spend time wondering if I get caught
I know what I did and what I did not
I kill people for a living
the things I do are unforgiving
with these two hands I took a life
another was taken with my knife
A plastic bag over the head
it didn't take long before she was dead
a rope and a slip not I watched him hang
I think I giggled watching him swing
a gun killed two with a single bang
murder is such a personal thing


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13 September 2019

I had to wonder


I had to wonder
why I stayed and listened to the bullshit
about the stupid complaining blah blah blah
if you knew you were a god damn hypocrite
how it is your voice rubs my nerves raw

I had to wonder
who was it that introduced us
how the hell did we become friends
if you're someone I could trust
why there's no trust in the end

I had to wonder
when I became the hunter
when I started obsessing over you
why I was harboring a growing hunger
if you had a fucking clue

I had to wonder
why I didn't shut you up long ago
what silence sounded like
why I kept telling myself no no no
if I could send a deadly strike

I don't wonder any more

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