No Need

Most
only see beauty
on the outside.

Beauty
is PHYSICAL
and nothing else.

Beauty
doesn't describe them
or many others.
Only a choosen few
can proclaim
this arrogant word.

Those
that cannot,
look in the mirror
with disgust
at their hideous nose
or wandering eye.

When on the street
they aim their frustration
at the woman with hairy
arm pits,
they laugh
at a big head,
mock
a small ass
with wide ankles
and missing toes
and that
is all they see
until they get home
to the mirror.

They never
look past your imperfections
or their own.
That is all
they see.

They don't
realize the overwhelming
BEAUTY
lying beneath.
They don't
see magnificent, dangerous
eyes
hidden behind the nose
or the unbelieveable
hips
under the petite breasts
or the radiant soul
shinning through
their unpleasantness.

They see
no beauty.
They see
no soul
because they
themselves
have lost
their own.

They have become one
dimensional
and will forever
stay as one.
There's no changing
their hideous
thoughts
and there's no changing
your imperfections
so why
try?

Are We in Love?

Your clothes
are on
and mine
are off.

I'll use your favorite word
to describe how
I feel,
awkward.

You keep
your beautiful body
away from me
and not
the rest.

Now tell me
while I'm still naked,
why is that?

Are we in love?

I guess
I'll never
know.

I Wish This Was a Lie

The hours
with yourself
seem to be
too long
and the days
spent
with someone else
seem to be short.

This is the was
life
was never meant
to be,
yet
this is the only
life
we know
and there's not
a fucking thing
we can do about it.

In Between the Death Traps Lies Flashes of Inspiration

I am going to fail
all my life.
I am going to give up
and make mistake
after mistake.

I don't mind.
I am still
going to try
and demand nothing
in return.

In this meaningless existence
I will not put up
a meaningless fight.
I will stand firm
and believe in myself
and find out about myself
in every possible way,
no matter
how miserable life gets,
no matter
how long I survive.

This is a promise
I will never break.

Waking Up

feels like death
has crawled
into your mouth
and took control
of your body
and mind...

leaving you
only with
your eyes
to watch
the living
continue on
without you.

Your Newfound Friend

Take me out,
I want to play.

Prick your finger
with me,
till a drop of life
is squeezed out.

Do you like the bleeding?

Do you want it to go on
forever?

No more childish games.
We must get serious.

Place me on your skin
and dig in.
Saw your wrist to the bone.

Don't do it in your home,
do it in public
with your family taking pictures
and cheering you on.

When that gets boring,
place me on your neck
and sever your artery.

Don't let your precious blood go to waste,
cup it
in your hand
and give it to little children
to drink.

Drink some yourself,
taste you own death,
courtesy of me
your newfound friend.

Death by Bearded Clam

A vagina
is flying in the sky.
The muff
eclipses the sun
and swoops down
after me.

Before the pussy lips
swallow me,
a waterfall
of menstral blood
is used to marinate my dirty skin
and rotting organs.

The lips open
and swallow me
whole.

In total darkness,
in my tomb,
in the womb,
this is not always
how I pictured dying,
but this death feels
pleasurable,
exceptionally better
than getting ran over
by a drunk.

Sacrifice

I have a fantasy.
I wish for it
everyday,
but my dreams rarely come true.

The next lucky person
that crosses my path
with a shovel
can take all their years
of frustrations
and broken dreams
out
on my face,
my chest
and drive the tip
right through my scrotum.

I want to watch
as my genitals
hang
by the smallest shred
of skin
then,
smile as my hairless sack
is ripped off
by the wind
and buried
in the mud.

Why?

For the greatest feeling:
To make the unfortunate
happy.