NexusOfLies

In my writing, I strive to be concise, I strive to make ever line That much more precise. I am no good at imagery, No good at flattery. I can’t stay on topic, My thoughts become… Scattery? Is that even a word? Can I use my own diction? Go all Shakespearean, A whole diction of fiction. Speaking of Bill, Did anyone proof read his plays? His work was all dick jokes, Drug trips, and pranks. Romeo and Juliet Were both “underage,” Though it mattered not, For it looked good on stage. Now let’s summarize the Greeks. Everyone fucked one-another. Even little Oedipus, Who fucked his own mother! Writing is weird, Because

I lay here, Fully awake. Watching shadows play Along my walls. Thoughts of you cling, Asphyxiation becomes inevitable. You see, oxygen is a luxury, Not nearly as necessary As one may believe. You proved this to me, For when I met your gaze, Breathing didn’t mean a thing. I craved neither life nor luxury. When you left, My lungs grasped for air. I saw not relief, But shackles of a reality Without you. And now I lay, Surrounded by shadows, Wishing once more for you To steal my breath.

The beast within Is growing strong. The bonds grow thin, The nights grow long. The clock is ticking Down to the day That I lose my temper, And I lose my way. Rending flesh. Pooling blood. Broken bodies In the mud. When the moons arise, My souls align, Giving birth to beast Of an ancient kind. Arching back, Heavy claws, Grizzly teeth In a snarling maw. A lion’s pride, Turned to rage. A peaceful chapter’s Final page.

I scroll, endlessly, through blank images and walls of text, trying to distract from the pain that rang in my ears and pulsed through my veins.

A scar divides your lip. Eyes accented by perpetual bags. Each tooth has a gap. Your morning breath makes me gag. You always wear a hoodie That’s two sizes too big, And your hair is messier Than a garbage-bin wig. Yet, you have the cutest damn freckles Across each cheek, And the most innocent voice Any time you speak. Though you’re often teased, And I know it’s quite a bother, Just know that one day You’ll be a swan, little brother.

Now you know my flow Is not just for show, When I let off on these bars I just let the fuck go. What'd you say? You don't like my language? You can go straight to hell, Screaming, writhing in anguish! It's all. Just. A matter of time. You will. Reach. The end of your line. This is the end Of you and your kin, You are all just ignorant swine! Oh no, not again! I've gotten off topic! My verses are fucked, Turned so anti-anthropic. But, I mean, what can I say? Seeing you cry just brightens my day. Seeing you scream, Seeing you writhe, It might just bring a tear to my eye. I smile with joy As I play with my toy. Twisting it, turning it, Acti

A leaf in wind. The crumpling of paper. A hurried footstep. With each occurrence, It grew. It grew louder, Angrier, more hostile. Each time, I hoped, I hoped it would be the last. It wasn't. It kept growing. Louder. Angrier. My temples throbbed. My heart raced. It grew. My ears bled, My senses faded. I could hear no more. I prayed it was over. It wasn't. Bodies writhing, Blood pooling, Beast preying. My demon had not gone. It grew.

The state in which I live Can't be found on a map, And it sure as hell Is no tourist trap. Dark, dank, Always in chains. Can not escape From this pain in my brain. This is the state That my mind now inhabits. No frolicking fields, No ear-twitching rabbits. Bathe in the light Of the world as it burns! Feast on the flesh Of those crawling with worms! Save me, please, From myself. From these thoughts. From this Hell.

When I first laid eyes On my love, She had been Untouched by life For an eternity past. Bones of the purest ivory. Eyes of the deepest ebony. Cold, lifeless, unforgiving, Perfection found through entropy. Her beauty was Unparalleled In every way. Her love was A cancer in The truest form. For her, no cost was too high. My heart was to be a sacrifice. To have her love, my very life. For one to live, another must die. Blood on snow. Hearts entwined. With these words, My soul shall bind To perfect bones And molded mind.