The WEIRD!, it flows through the Veins along side the Blood. Reaching every Pinnacle of the known Universe. Cloudy Mysteries replay in room GH of my Brain established federal building, 2nd Floor. GOD Its so awful, Blood on the walls, mutilated bodies on the floor, hours upon hours scientific work. The WEIRD! It has invaded my Cranium. The Deltas, the Fault Lines, the Cracks allow it to flow freely through the Landscape of my Cerebro.Out of desperation, The Image of the Goddess of Beauty sprea...

My fate was sealed. There was nothing to do except wait for my death. Then it happened, the pain of my body hitting the ground below, grinding little pieces of earth into my face. My legs felt like Jello after you've only let it sit in the fridge for about an hour and 45 minutes. To my surprise, I wasn’t dead. I had merely broken through the upper crust of Hell and was once again free falling towards the ground below. This impact though was not as painful as the first, mainly due to the fact ...

Walking by the woods, One December Morning. I felt Sad with a Hateful look at life. When I stumbled upon my old Nemesis, Dr. Von Yorgi. He sat on a old, rotting tree Stump with his head down and his eyes half open. When he first became my nemesis, he was unstoppable. He dominated anyone and everyone that got in the way of fulfilling his quest, To take over the universe. What sat on that tree stump was nothing but a shell of that man. I looked at him for a few minutes before finally saying "Wh...

I FEEL, THE TORMENT, WRAP AROUND, INFECTING, THE COLD, THE DARKNESS, INTO MY SOUL. I FEEL, YOUR LOVE, FLEEING ME, BURSTING THROUGH, MY WOUNDED HEART, I FEEL, NO MORE, NO LONGER.

Estoy caminando El camino, Directo al Infierno Pasando Memorias de tu y yo. Memories que e amado siempre, Pero que estoy odiando con cada paso. Memorias de tu cara y tus labios. Memorias que me estan matando por dentro, Cada dia que no te miro. Estas Memorias se han convertido a demonios. Demonios que no puedo destruir solo. Tu eres como una Hermosa Maldición Una maldicion que me matara hasta que llege al infierno. Con mis ojos cerrados, camino este camino.

The Clock hits 7am, marking my third day without sleep. I struggle to keep my eyelids from closing and my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. I raise a Cigarette to my mouth knowing that it’s smoke will keep me from slipping into darkness. As the sun rises to it’s glory, I see the peak of it’s light graze the Mountains. Such a Natural and Beautiful sight, yet I’ve never pondered or seen it quite like this. It’s the abnormal state I’m in that proves it. The true beauty of things only shi...

I pull a peddle She loves me She holds me dear in her heart And I love her with all the love I got I pull a peddle She loves me not If I’m wrong …. Id rather be dead I pull a peddle She loves me Id would hold her in my arms Till the stars fall from the sky I pull a peddle She loves me not I would go crazy Without her, I have no meaning I pull a peddle She loves me The only thing that keeps my life fire burning Is her beauty I pull a peddle….. She…loves..me..not……. ……..Fuck this Who listens t...

The Music plays in the background. A soundtrack of sorts for my tossing and turning, as I try to bid farewell to the previous day. This endless battle has gradually become an everyday thing. My memory of a sound sleep has become too diluted to even be called a memory anymore. The sheep that I counted have been slaughtered and consumed by the same feeling that wont let me rest. The feeling that life is passing me by. That life is on the other side of the bridge, Waving at me as it begins to fa...

I Awoke from My Dreams, To Find Nothing short of a Nightmare. I Had lost the 2 Things a Life needs to Grow, My Cherished Love and My Eternal Soul. To be brought down from such a Lovely High with such Brutal Force is Devastating. My Mind is now a Vast Wasteland of Confusion and Despair. For When I hear your Name, Pain & Regret is all I Meet, But when i See your Face I cant help but Smile. I’m Torn Between 2 Things I can't Deny. And now I wonder if the best thing to do is to Say Good Bye...

By the Candlelight, Where I write the Words of Pain and Sorrow, Where I Spilled my Blood, Where I Lay to Rest the Demons that Haunt me, In Hope that I May soon find Closure, But I never will. I could Write a Million Verses and Closure would never be in my Sight. For Closure has always been and will always be In your Beautiful, Glowing Eyes. The Eyes that Shined Light back into my Heart. The Lips that Kissed Life back into my Soul. The Hands that Heel Me with a Simple Touch. My Love, My One. T...