MordAsak
Undesired Warmth
Copyright, MordAsak
The poster child
Of this cause
Has been defiled
by sacred claws
Its burning heart
Has been carved out
It s time to start
Having your doubts
Cause the angels
Begin the slaughter
While the devils
Make it hotter
It s about time
You packed and ran
And hear heaven chime
For end of man
But wounds won t clean
And rot will eat
You want to scream
But you re bleeding meat
Paved with pearly stones
Remainders of scarred bones
The skies are ripping apart
Just a dark, bleeding heart
I m being sucked in
Tearing from bone and skin
But gotten this far
Through mud and tar
And there s no one.
I ll simply have to learn
That the story s done
And let it all burn.
Algernon’s Requiem
Copyright, MordAsak
swallowed by mosquitos of carbonated dreams
have given some insight that nothings what it seems
fragmented passages in ancient tv guides
broadcast a network of stories johnny hides
he’s been a doughboy, a complete unkown
he’s been selected, injected, and thrown
drowned by bubbles in his newfound beer
blinded by visions, sweating scarlet tears
remembers to sit up, getting off the floor
victim of business breaking jaws on door
he’s many types; people all wrapped in one
a mishap of society, has ownership of none
ancient clockwork razors creak,
foundations break and painfully leak
hidden, surrounded with his shades,
unanswered questions, sharpend blades
burning moons across skies
cutting, blinding faithless eyes
is this why he can’t see
the man he’ll never come to be
dead mice, scattered rocks
against sand’s wavy locks
nights glow against the page
he slowly eats his rage
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