the mirror deflects and repells an image
and inside i see myself in hell finished
deshevelled and dimninshed, dark and tarnished
with the hardest of hearts and the blackest of charts
im the sadest from parts where the baddies are stars
no daddy material the truth is i fear you
stoned unsober a souless roller as cold as polar
poor pathetic, sick sadistic yet so poetic
a static artist - praying please guard this
give my regards to the gardens of love
pardon my pictures and letters belove
above all my gloves maybe covered blood
but beneath i speak of the pain to cease
underneath these lips, mouth and teeth
i can release afew terrible peices
decrease the function of the known cerabal
equiped with asumptions i will never pull
so severe my skull from these rotting two eyes
i can summerise my secret demise
with a dead disgue im mesmeroised
i thrust and twisted it killed it and kissed it
sweet complex bliss will you ever exist?
this dissed abyss is there only this?
drops of tears, cold skin and beers?
no human contact for 10 years?
what will appear but fearfull ghost?
this is my hell my own creation
i long for a cuddle, a loving senation
but i curl up into a frightened child
enlightened only by confused smiles
a heightened awareness of abused miles
the plight of myself in bruised denile
now look at the whose the evil hostile