everything arguable
nothing worth arguing about
the very predictable
in the end
the most unpredictable
quit interpreting
learn to
absorb instead

he twisted his twisted mouth
into a twisted smile
almost grinning belatedly
though full of angst and bile
wicked thought wickedly
sailed into his twistedly wicked mind
vile hatred
venom spitting
blindly kicking
and screaming
blind

if every single thought
had its own sound to it
would he be condemned
to a torment of murderous cacophony
or a perpetual ecstasy
of ever-changing
splediferous symphony?

if his life had a soundtrack to it
what would it sound like?
what would be the lyrics about?

'murdering sweet memories
running with scissors
mindless self-indulgence
the liver working over time
trigger finger ready on the emergency exit'

he would spit in your face
but
he would feel sorry for that little
spittle

I want to play deathmetal songs on a harp!