Poem ~ Suicide Back Splash

Suicide Back Splash.
Mind gash.
Time crash.

Foolish Valentine.
Held behind painted lines.
Lost every good time.

Tight divide.
Virtual crimes.
Forgotten lies.

Best Friend.
Wishes end.
Descending to sadness.

Hoping for one more moment.
Madness.
Split bone gladness.

Harmonizing rumble.
Gun barrel stumble.
Trigger finger fumble.

To the end!
Final painting began.
No art critic to decide.

But, fuck it.
Splatter shot…
Gives one Hell of a ride.

Poem ~ Demon of Dreams (Day 0003)

Icy fingers slither under skin.
Uncontrolled tendon movement.
Goose-bump needles.

What is happening to me?
Need to get back.
Back to reality.

Blood soaked sneezes.
Fire ants in my heart.
Razor moths in my lungs.

I think I’m dying.
Acid tear takeover.
Loss of extremities.

Black bile blood.
Scalding this mind.
Black mold synapses.

Skin turns scales.
Ribbons of flesh.
Just drop off.

I tie them in a bow.
Fear of the faithful.
Demon of Dreams.

Hands severing testicles.
Beatles running free.
Eye popping parasites.

I am now the monster.
Here lies the damned.
Nothing left to see.

Goodbye Surrender ~ By Omega Maverick

Sinister eyes reflecting daggers back to me.
Lost mindginity.
Forsaken filth.

Rolling another waste.
Tip the cup to forget.
Wasted seeds of a fruitless life.

Hand me another.
Rake me under.
Forget another life.

Keep up, past, running cold behind.
Hide from reality.
Whiskey slathered dreams.

Lay to rest.
Post lost peace.
Realized innocence found.

Goodbye surrender.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.