finally new writing!

telepathic connections and scattered directions,
ruffie-induced sleeps and drunken confessions,

cigarette burns mark up your arms

and the pills you pop set off violent alarms,

the bottom line is that life is dangerous,

and this sickness we have is highly contagious.

i see you, i hear you, do you hear me? i know you do.
open your eyes, let's cut to the chase,
walking through life like it's acid-laced.
i can see your face, hear your heartbeat race,
i want to rip you down from your fucking grace.
violent screams in a silent world, have you opened your eyes yet?
i pulled them from their sockets and left them bleeding down your face.
did you hear that? of course not, you're part of the conspiracy.
slurred words and thoughts clatter deliriously,

in the chaos and calamity of your undergoing insanity, it's a fucking mental tyranny.
you can't taste the corruption because you have no tongue.
you're a zombie, walking aimlessly.
no direction, no voice, no sanity.
another mindless robot off an assembly line, here it comes, another suicide.
go ahead, and make that climb, -i dare you to fucking jump.
in a struggling world what equals power?
the same violence repeated for hours,
bodies stacked in a blood and bone tower,
your soul is what this greed devours,
those seven deadly sins begin to melt your mind in a recycle bin
of repetition of the same old shit.
vindication, sick self-mutilation, life so full of mindless complications,
shut the fuck up! ... now listen,
silence if fucking golden, and thus the cycle repeats again.

my heart is patiently waiting as the wind whispers your name,

a neverending rollar coaster ride, a violent mental mind-fucked game,

i drown in your eyes, you take my hand and our lips touch.

electricity; you seduce me.

and it's ecstacy.

these aren't really poems or anything, they're peices i wrote while i was on E one day, and i must admit, they're eerie.

i can see them. i can see you.

i hear the words but i have no response- i can't respond.

someone's taped my mouth shut, fuck.

voices, voices, voices, voices.

your voice, their voices; not mine.

when can i take this damn tape off?

yes! it's finally off..

i scream, it goes back on.

didn't i leave this place?

i went home, i remember the walk.

but when i close my eyes, i'm there again.

i'm losing it, oh fuck.

i need to relax and remember..

it's just a drug thing. just a drug thing.

back and forth, back and forth,

good and bad, yes and no.

i should stop, but it's fun, but it's dangerous.

but it numbs, but it's artificial, but it's real.

but.. it's winning, and i don't like to lose.