tick tock
I taint my words
Lace them with Arsenic
A ticking time bomb
THE SHADOWS OF SOLITUDE ARE REAL
Upon the path of the lesser knowing, wind chill roaming and icicles forming, the whores are out tonight.
Beyond the realm of reason, insanity rules the world, with the false and the fake and the great pretenders, prayers for guidance are heard.
The sole survivor ponders and preys upon the weak, the lame, the rotten and the stink, the shadows of solitude are real.
With a sigh, and without hope, I close the door and weep.
ONLY SUPERFICIAL WOUNDS
Walls so white pure white Blood, only a little blood not to worry - only a superficial wound
The Wanting, The Temptation, The Laughter — died The Hatred, The Filth, The Guile — smiled Die - please, die
ANOTHER DAY IN THE OFFICE
The call to arms, no
freedom remains, only
the choice to die or
perish in anguish, I
surrender to you, the
almighty corporation that
feeds me and my
peers, today and
forever
THE SUBTLETIES OF MINDS
The words, the lines, what’s
written in-between, the
subtleties of minds, do you
get them, or do you
disagree?
IN THE WINDY NIGHT
In the windy night
dark and howling
you await me with
patience
so still and moist,
dripping like
a blanket left out
on a rainy summers
day, I will not lay
a hand, I will wait
until they come
and sort you out
my dear
leaking roof
Upon you lap
May I
rest my head
upon your lap
just briefly
I promise that
May I
shut my eyes
for a second
or two
recovery time
my mind
upon yours
Chicken Curry
I stood ready
knife in hand
as I grasped
the chicken breast
a sudden flashback
to a time before
when I was slowly
chopping you to bits
It must have been
the memory
your implants
so firm
so soft
arousing
enticing
the lust I now felt
As the knife slowly
cut through your
limbs, your shaking
stopped, silence once
more reigned in the
kitchen of fools
Today I’m cooking
Curry for two with
pudding on the
House
A @thatrandomprompt prompt
SUBMISSION
like the staring
black beads on
a snowman’s
face, two barrels
of a gun are hard
to please.