Squeeze The Tarantula!
I haunt you with my venomous tongue.
Like a lingering ghost, so close to your ear!
A natural born pigeon kicker!
Your scent like a gift of the heavens.
I watch you in your slumber.
As you dream of arcades and city lights.
My face peels at the thought.
Revealing a golden mask.
You are so graceful in your velvety sheets.
A red knee on the palm of your hand.
One, two, three, squeeze!
Barbed Wire Face Pull
Steel spires like cold evergreens looming over my head of glass
As I replace my will with loathing
Nothing is as honest as the hate that drives me
Nothing as cold as my touch
Once more I transcribe
My thoughts into a sober sermon
As love oh so slowly turns
Into nothing but a feeble memory
Steel spires and barbed wires
Icy veins and dried out brains
Snowfall like a silent storm
All over me
Summer Dress’n High Tops
Just another lonesome heat wave
I simply am a watchful eye
You still don't know of my existence
Of course you don't
I underwent spiritual metamorphosis
Just for you
Just for you, I morphed into a silent bird
With eyes that oversee your every move
In your summer dress
Like a phoenix taking flight
In your high tops
Confident as always
I remember seeing you at the nearby lake
Like a somber siren, you disappeared into the ripples
I know you so well
Yet we haven't spoken once
Corey the Frontiersman
They call me the ghost of the forest
Clad in brown and black
Expelled from my house
Corey is my name
I cleanse the woods of a dormant evil
Yet nobody sees my efforts
As I protect my people
Without being one of them
As I wander this cold, forlorn land
I spill my life onto the soil
Leaving behind an ashen trail
The Golden Chimaira
Of shining gold and white marble; monumental in your glorious form
You are the chimaira, indescribable in how you move
Down where the old willows dance
I see you performing
A rite of the heavens blue
A night like a dagger in my spine
You're so marvelous, beautiful
Yet you have three heads
None of them smiling
The Arrowhead
The seasons change within you
And your core becomes inert
As the arrowhead pierces skin and flesh
Your slumber finds an abrupt end
This life, nothing but a fleeting memory
Nothing but a masochistic dance
Cicadas, like a frightful choir
Ravaging the silence of the night
Your patch of heaven
Stained by the lead you leak
A life spent in cacophony
Days of old, they seem so bright
Your heart, it longs for motion
But your body longs for rest
The gentle wind across your face
As you spread your luminous wings
The Beauty Of Self-Immolation
Upon a green hill, half swallowed by the dawn
I stand burning brightly
Like a dominating quasar
Scorching the grass around me
You try to extinguish the fire
But my blood fuels the blaze
As the flames turn my body to ash
The wind carries my remains away
Far away to a distant domain
Where the dust that was once a mere human
Reforms into a shining star
Pink Sapphire
An ethereal melody springs from your aura
Drowning out the hatred in the air
The wind of remembrance exhilarates my idle mind
Carrying away my name
A pink sapphire adorns your sternum
Illuminating our maze of a world
Your intrepid soul, so unshakable
Like an inextinguishable flame amidst a storm
Your voice sets the sky ablaze
All sorrow fades in your wake
You command the evening light
To embrace this desolate world
Cameron Belmont 3
I roam this empty room
Without moving an inch
I reach towards the ceiling
And my hand is kissed by Ashmedai himself
My body hosts a ten-legged abomination
Eating me slowly from the inside
But this endless pain
Won't stop me
This fiend inside of me
Too powerful for me to tame
Takes every cell of my frail body
And turns them into vermin
The pulse of my very existence
Nothing but a scorching pain
My body now pandemonium
A place for archdemons to roam
Yet my inner force is building
Blooming like a blackened rose under the moon
My innards shift wildly
To form a superior spirit
My viscera now a sinister mass
Driving me forward
To bring the rain to you all
To bring the war to you all
I strive to cleanse this town
From all that is ill
Cameron Belmont 2
They tell me all these filthy lies
That he is with him now
With our loving god
Our loving god?
I am most bitter
As I still writhe in pain
I was stung by a thousand wasps
And stripped of all that is good
Of all that is beautiful
Of all that was ever given to me
I am a stray bullet, a rogue arrow
Ready to pierce all that is living
I am the nameless tomb
I am the soul snatcher
I am the used whore
The accursed victim
They talk about god
As I brace my tongue
My poor mother, being fed the same lies
God is a deceiver
What I lost I cannot reclaim
But I can take the rain to you all
Take your beloved crucifix
And lick it all over
Shove it down your throat
Jesus of Nazareth; look at him
Going feet first down your fucking throat
As your eyes water
From shoving the lord down your gullet
I drown in laughter
In infinite laughter
The first time I've laughed in a while