Wash Out Your Mouth

Cantankerous, dream-walking

Sly, moth-mouthed, sleep-talking

You’re still in the picture: too still.

You cross my mind in meter

Lye-sucking, soapy cheater

Inching your way across the chill.

Arsenic pearls, around her cold neck

Sweeping fingertips, making me feel sick

The weather is fairing fine for foaming deluge.

Cyanide diamond rings

Dripping between her teeth

Head buried deep in the lap of Luxury.

The Sender Is Not Dead!

A typical morning you’ll find me in bed

Wrapped up with monsters that stalk through my head

Don’t worry, they’re friendly, they talk in my sleep

They do the crying while I do the creep

They don’t ever question if I’m okay

That’s alright; I don’t have much to say

Empty promises can’t hurt me anyway

At least that’s what I’ve told myself to say

Something in the dark window

My face; the monster rattles the glass in my bones

My heart, its' beats, the call of the beast

There’s something inside of me wanting release

Your words bouncing off empty walls, your tongue playing dead,

I’m sick of the illness, the truth running red-

There is a sickly-sweet silence that washes our bed

I’m drowning out arrogance; the demons you’ve bred

Careful not to lose my head

I’ve been this close comatose, the cancer’s been fed-

I’ve been tripping on the mend

Return to sender, this is not what I meant!

I'd rather be dead!

I'd rather be dead!

Abattoir Memoirs

She picked you from the crop

Culled you with her scythe

Popped you from the bud

With her hunting knife

You gave her all control -

Made you bleed in the sand

Under the summer sun

And her chain of command

Just how long did it take you to fall

From the tree you grew so tall?

You found her lies at the root of cause

Coiled, the snake with open jaws.

How many times did it take for you to cave?

When the crows were lying in wait for mistakes.

Any hair, any line, any moan out of place,

Could send them in a boiling rage.

Which one told you to cave?

Ambling toward the abattoir

You’ve grown complacent

To her witchery, her charms

You struggle to place it

But she has you ensnared

A bull in a yolk

And with those dirty hands

I promise you’ll choke

Just how long did it take for you to see

How her sultry eyes have sewn the seeds of treachery?

If you foundher dead- bullet in the head,

You'd reminisce the times you bled.

All for her.

Unfuck her.

Remove her stain.

She’s on my mind, inside my brain

I’m going insane

I feel insane

There’s nothing that can soothe the pain.

Remove her stain

Remove her stain from inside my brain.

I’m going fucking insane.