Cell Work: Reading

GONE GREY ...Grey... Clouds of stygian beauty Sobs of gloomy black Flaccid sky of empathy Conducting the piano In a Moonlight Sonata Swaying with rythm Like dead trees in the wind Whistling melancholy tunes Dancing whisps of sad bliss Narcissistic frowns Always darkly brooding Robbing the shine from the sun Its shinning attention ...Gone... RAVE Epileptic hectic "The pretty" dancing Neon prancing Fog light Bluely bright Glitter crying Party never dying Sparkling Darkling Music trancing Bass lancing Erroneous harmonious Water lying Drugs sighing Coca-cola Ebola Glows lacing Stick tracing Soaring roaring Morning leading Techno bleeding Out into the dawn THERE I tread through the stygian cemetery of the dirges that moan the saccharine elegies. From the dark-angel's ironically altruistic facade are sung the midnight serenades of a lascivious rendevous forlorn. Crimson drips drop to the sharply austere tile. Scorching a cavernous hole gaping to the ajared mouth of Hell. The icy-hot fires of Purgatory burn and consume with ethreal, cerulean flames. Each lick of the fire trails scarred kisses upon liquified human flesh. . . . The saliva trickles from your ice stained lips. Tears rusted roll rapidly down your fingertips. Wiping away the melted mask placed upon your moss tangled frown. Let the sticky cement sluice around your care figure, as you sink down, down, down. Choking on the gunk as it fills your bacterialized throat. Spurting gray droplets into the air as the rock liquid continues down your mouth and dryly floats. BROKEN WING The constellation of each station Built into the floor Stores the bleeding people leading To the leaking door Ghostly, ghastly, grimlims fastly Multiply into more Rustling star of dust and tar Shell see them, nevermore Carbonation stopping dehydration Guts start to outpour It then starts to fester changing to a gesture Of plump lips with a sore The spilling of a coke tiptoes down a throat to choke Some fire-crotched whore Detereorating the insides of a baby girl on toy slides Bubbling with lore This single piece of paper written by a faker Whom cannot get ashore Upon the beach of love in her reach Her heart nailed to the floor Her life of depression hidden in descretion Has no one to live for So now burns the purple fields of ferns The paper, She tore The broken wing of a dove can sing And now its soul can soar TILT - O - WHIRL An opticle illusion of kisses Bleed through your pure, white soul Beads of agonizing blisses Sway in a dizzy, trippy lull The pool of geometric darkness Liposucts your common sense If you scream you'll scar less But be blinded by the suspence Pump the quartz to cure infection Through tears with no drips Your porcelain face is perfection While you cry out bloody sips If you bite I'll bite back harder And dip you in acidic glass You scream;you bleed; you're falling farther Falling through an empty mass But when you soon soar back to us In your oblivion of morbid marshmellows Your face that's drenched with sweat and puss Will be smothered in black pillows Fractured Tears Scar this wound that’s been cauterized Break this bone that’s been patronized Bless this blood that’s been sanctified Condemn the whore that’s been petrified Glittering ice picks chisel through Turning undead flesh to blue Spit out the graveyard colored hue Into the ocean of gothic dew Plunge in this needle that’s been sanitized Read this poetry that’s been criticized You see my aching heart is personified Ice blue eyes burn, my soul’s terrified Glittering ice picks chisel through Turning undead flesh to blue Spit out the graveyard colored hue Into the ocean of gothic dew DARK ANGEL II Twisting tongues with dagger buds Slit my heart and reddened cheeks Dark Angel, come back to me The tips of your black wings Are scarring my brooding soul A masquerade ball of your face Plays a suicidal sonnet in my mind You're clad in black, a smile you lack Dark Angel, smile for me You let him overthrow your hands And he replaced them with his claws You let the demonic laugh evade My ears that were filled with Sweet whispers of your songs Your dark vinyl coat traps me Choking me to revenge your heart And the other, he laughs wickedly I’m sorry my love, don’t leave me Your singing is but a faint smell Of amorous petals of love I can still see your wings unfolded The back of your figure is crying Broken tears eat my trivial fears Your shadow sees my melancholy face But spits and flies away with you Our cries of heartbreak serenading In the deep black tarp of Night’s sky Dark Angel! Please come back to me! Empty vocal chords gag on my spine Agony had bruised my organs The thunder of my shattered heart Scraped my shivering bones And now I’m your broken possession And you still have not come back for me Dark Angel… WRONGED Powered tears and liquid sugar Injected into an angel's dreams Swallow the spidery inscriptions That flows from your anorexic sex The cyber line that connects this torture Tickles out electric crying Your finger's on the inevitable trigger Targeted at the organ that hides my soul Asphixiating in salty drenched linens Butterfly stroke through gentle razorblades Glued to the comforting feathers you throw From your sweet mouth taken by her lips Peeled fingernail clings to toxic paint Screamed sound waves murder My hyperlink to a hopeful sanity But crucified by hope I drift Into a secret place Shhh, They might find me here Leave me in this hiding place of cemetary sweets Take back your roses and forget the past Resurrect your golden emo life And leave me here in tombstone glamour Of homicidal bliss and a happy non-existence SHOWERS OF SERENITY The pitter of a melodious nightingale Sings his elegy for a lover long lost But the pangs of his heart are quiet Through the whispers of rain drops The patter of screams from the salt Being plastered into open wounds By the parental hands of a male Have been washed away of sin The tinkling sonatas play a ballad To soothe the agony of breathing And takes away the empath’s pain For a precious moment of serenity And as the lustrical rain sings softly Humming saccharine songs from the sky My soul is still broken and dying quietly Allowing just enough time for goodbye REJECTED Bent wings upon the butcher block In life's cold-hearted kitchen Swing,chop, bleed, swin,g chop Love drenched in denial, rising bile Your hollow hand leaves an empty stain Hesitation leaks from your lying pores Tears oozing from your blemished mind Polish spreads across your pupils Chug the beer that invades fractured veins From flourescent bruises by stone cold fists This liquid stings the harder you laugh Bleeding screams of hot pink dreams Are wrapped up in a card board box Along with my sheer funeral curtains Tied into a morbidly girly bow Swishing sounds of squishing flesh Haunts my day mares and at night I sleep in a grinning reverie For the revenge I got for your regection HOLLOW Die I can Die I will Die I must Die to kill Lips I taste Lips I need Lips of red Are lips that bleed Cry I can Cry I will Cry I must Cry to kill Tears I feel Tears I miss Tears that dry Are tears been kissed FREEZING, FADING INNOCENCE If I could taste your petal-soft lips Would they feel of red roses that stung The skin of your glam mixed vehemence From the thorns that adorn your tongue If I could see into your clear, swirling eyes Would I see the blind crimes you’ve committed Or would your soul taste as bland as nothing Like the nothingness your vision permitted If I could feel up your sugary sweet skin Would it feel as artic as your bleeding heart A sadistic virgin with a love poisoned spear Your kiss is a bruise that will pull her apart And as the winds pluck strings of a soft concerto The rain taps a tempo onto your porcelain face Your Mardigras mask fades away like the thunder And the light from the lightning takes your place RAIN STORM Mildew crystals cling to green grass Patches of Earth break the rain drops' fall A little girl contributes with her streaming tears Her tiny white dress soaked and stained From the creek and mud that rain storms bring Muffled thunder whispers through pecan trees And veins of lightning pulse through clouds The little girl's whimpers are lost in the wind And her agony is burried in the silence Rain penetrates the tarp of stars and blackness Crying harder as the little girl screams Night wring his raven hair on to the world And Night took the little girl by the hand Dragging her softly away from the singing creek That had been holding the girl in a lullabye But Night kidnapped her soul with frozen kisses And Night licked away humidity with his tongue Painting bitter bites on the walls of the world And a little, blue, dead body still is crying.. OCEAN'S SONATA Mercury madness crawls through hollow eyes In a cloister of dull edged stars If you follow the path of generic lies You'll be drowned by the blue of quazars Themometers trip over 100 degrees Ferinheit And scrape down their neon knees Serenades strung on purple wings in the night Tumbling on half notes into seas Sail on the slippery pink fin of a whale Through waters of black chemicals clear Sing the measure of an alto's voice stale Swim away from the dead sharks of fear

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