basement torment
Posted by Thanatos [ badhoge AT hotmail DOT com ]; on August 09, 2006 at 15:07:16:
nobody hears me
in the basement
licking scabs
tying soul knots
thoughts running angry circles
mind spinning like a top out of control
round and round I go
vision becoming T.V. snow
I was born
inside a headache
mind-brake
lust of the heart
burning rampant passion
birth of a new monster
power hungry shit hoarder
scaling skin and sinister smile
I hate the face in the mirror
mocking existence and mountains conquered
screaming tired anguish and crossed lines
in the line
the line is in
and that’s where I’ve been
locked inside this hell
days like this my tongue seems dipped
in lies and shards of broken glass
God was here
in new awakening
He danced once with twilight
and mountains of sin
(to be born again
one must first consume
parental apathy
and the spirit screaming)
smell of fear I find on my collar
(laundry forgot)
the loom of doom over shadowing
concrete walls buckling
the foundation of what I am
cracking
flaking like paint chips
eight years in the making
ceaseless in its subjugation
like laughter of the mad
pounding wearied grimaces
I see things here
laced with the macabre reasoning
of Satan’s realm of dark dreams
bodies raped and mutilated
demons crawling from ominous holes of doubt
blood in eye, teeth dripping rendered souls
mothers are fathers of bleeding virgins
devouring all advancement
anguish and eternal sadness
branded in scorched tissue on sullen cheeks
life is reckless abandonment
wrapped in funeral amazement
I stand still
running a thousand paces
bleeding soul for enlightenment
here I still stand
awaiting acknowledgement
(to know I’m not alone)