Deathmouth

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An autobio of sorts...

Submitted: October 20, 2008

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Submitted: October 20, 2008

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I.

-

A lit cigarette

between my lips

I inhale the smoke

deeply

like a lizard

-

My tongue is a log

of shit

Holes in my teeth

worming me

w/rancor,

- fetidness

-

Ruin to the heart

Great loss!

-

The words just ramble

meander and fester,

and spew like vomit

(Insanity works only in

small whispers in the

little ears of little children

who run mad possessed

and dark as death in

the wrought garden of

evermore)

-

I have been lead

all along

and I've gone my way

-

Motherfuckin' awry!

Hell bent life

-

My face will rot

profusely

from my skull

like a leper

-

My skin will sink

into my brain

exposing blood and

eyeballs in savage

sockets and my

hideous jaw and

wicked oozing

-

My head shall be

lopped off

-

I will wither and

decay and corrode

and atrophy

-

I will

and I don't care

II. -

-

The stars no longer weep

for any man

or angel

-

They merely hang

& bleed

& dwindle

in the bowels of night

-

like lonely candles

-

III. -

-

The original idea

was to dance & laugh

and thrash and

fukk

(Defilement has been

my inspiration

Knowing this

confirms my idiocy)

-

I rebelled against

Harmony

I slapped reality, hard,

across the face and

I cackled, horridly

like a fiend or wretch

-

I've gulped wines

sweeter than ecstacy

I've tasted pleasures

more vulgar than

depravity

-

I've cursed and I've

damned and I've

scarred & I loved it,

gluttonously

like a dog

-

Now, I'm a lesser man

Now, I'm sadder, badder

-

I deserve a suicide's

burial, alone, on a hillside

w/no marker

o'erlooking the wasteland

-

IV. -

-

Labyrinth turned to

wilderness

in sure easy strides

-

Eternity in a moment

by the wayside

-

Along the path, you can

fight and steal and kill

-

You can get high

-

V. -

-

In the midst of the horror

Amid the depths and

wreckage and cold despair

(-a low dry hiss like a

scorpion or serpent)

-

In the rotten shitt of it all,

there is a grand garden there,

a butterfly glimpse at bliss

w/all Things possible

(In this exile,

Chance is your only

counterpart)

-

Estrangement is our ennui.

-

Cities are our asylums

and great hives of

worst fears.

-

crawling nightmare

maggot groping

writhing sick and

blind

-

Cursed in the tumult

Blessed in the conflagration

-

Let no one say I didn't

love you

' -o crazy days and

' wild nights!

-

I'm alive!

Did I survive?

-

The maw and enthralled

-

reeking urchin-

-

I taste death and

debauchery

on the winds of

everything spoken

and every kiss

and every smile

On every whisper and

each soft sigh

-

I can smell the lie

on the fumes.

-

The noxious evil


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