Poem ~ 0005 ~ Dead Cream Crust

Smiling.

Black vomit flows from my pores.
Wretched aching sores.
Cold. Frigid. Falling.

Smiling.

Wishful warts from wasted good.
Ripped sphincter dogs.
Beating. Ever. Slowly.

Smiling.

Torn scabs from the fights of yesteryear.
Putrid tongue lashing.
Sinful. Sexy. Decay.

Smiling.

Demon semen Slurpee.
Dead cream crust.
Spread. Bled. Red.

Smiling.

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.