caverns of thought

countless mouths hunger
regression at a wretch, cannabilized for the sake of one more day in transgression denied

crumbling words retched upon this tablet of dead trees and chemical sorcery, reaking of mass production
brain spattered sidewalk cement
dead lamps and oil addicted masses force fed spoonfuls of decency



it's a poison



one that chemical induction inside my body changes into my venom



my poison


my veil of decency
blaspheemer redeemed in fire and water from styx itself
tolmes of whispered wisdom are closed


to you anyway


still violent, even in silence

still watching


not waiting anymore, what i was waiting for came for me
but other things need my attention

like this bullet of stone floating in my dead room

crowded thoughts and eyes everywhere
legion has returned

wordstained bloodscapes for hideaways and the storm has entered my caverns of thought

chanting flowers line the ceilings, stones fly to and fro like savage chaotic birds blinded by vengence
and the face of these walls just stare at me







....waiting.....





the mute stone servants of reckoning hold heated debates in a cacophony of hand signs
in darkness how can they tell what is said?

the thoughts of others pull at me

one i'll answer



well, maybe two
for different reasons


reasons stacked like dust on a mountain

like words on a page



like pieces of a broken pen



these rough hands have shifted a thousand broken bones

at least she liked them

my eyes burn with a poisoness green light or smolder in icey blue

if i close them now....



you'll never find me













...ever