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Sample Of "Dancing Inside The Mouth Of Madness"
Current mood:  tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
EVERGREEN
Slipping beneath
The surface of life
After crawling out
From the wreckage
Of a wished abortion
And cast aside
Like paper flowers
Carrying the damage
As a crucible
While nerve ends drip
With scars and violence
And redemption
Lays in pieces
Like a broken doll
Until the complete absence
Of credible souvenirs
Leaves me craving
For a moment
Of evergreen
GHOSTS
Craving the dying ghosts
From incest's temple
Martyred by the thorn
That bleeds me
The molding crust
Of yesterday
Is lodged
In my throat
And I engage
In a multiplicity
Of different masks
Each one to fit
The role I played
Memories of empty days
Have fallen to pieces
Under the weight
Of the undertow
Veins are filled
With the tusks
Of invisible ghosts
Punching through the walls
Of a paper cup
Caked with the barbs
And frayed
Like a live wire
I hollow myself
In jukebox bars
Until the bed of nails
That I bleed on
Is cold and rusted
While dust gathers
On the shelf
Where my picture
Used to sit
Another ghost in the machine
KISS OF LIFE
I was the boy
That couldn't swim
Left to drown
In the deep end
Of the gene pool
The room I used to live in
Is nothing but books and dust now
Walls still breathe
And penetrate like a vice
As a reel of home movies
Plays in my head
Pieces of me
Left in a pile of maple leaves
So easily replaced
And easily forgotten
The silence of abandonment
Screams like a siren
Through twisted bones
Until I'm ashes
Though the open fields
In the empty spaces
Of my head
Is my favorite place to be
In the silence and the shadows
Skin is merely stitches
And I'm still waiting
For the kiss of life
NUMB
Numb to the world
I used to know
From drowning
In a godless flood
As sanity walks away
In single file
And scars turn ashen
On a razor blade tongue
The dead parade
Of useless memories
Is a twisted and callous
Cross to bear
That baptizes me
In bitter wine
While the decay
From a barbed wire mask
Scabs as I cling
To the breast
Of yesterday's tear
Maybe I've suckled
On her nipple
For too long now
How can I stare
Into the sun
When I keep falling
Between the cracks
Of the sidewalk
And when will the flood
I'm running from
Stop drowning me
Do the withered streets
Of my hometown
Consider me
The prodigal son
Or just a ghost
That's been long forgotten
As the ritual of cruelty
Begins to kiss me
Now that I'm naked
If nothing hurts
When you don't feel
I'd rather be numb
PEDESTRIAN
Living on candy bars
Soda pop and potato chips
The years spent
In down at the mouth
Bars and rooming houses
While seemingly tragic
At the time
Formed the words
In my head
Until I was ready
To write them down
While I wandered
The canyons and gutters
As a bohemian
Bleeding romanticide
And the emotional instability
Of barstool junkies
That bled
In and out
Of my bed
And my heart
Just fuelled my creativity
Some people
Can't free themselves
From the tragedy
Of where they came from
But as for me
I tend to visit
Every now and then
Just to see
If I was the reason
The flowers died
Only fools succumb
To a pedestrian life
UNDERPROTECTED
throat grows hoarse
from screaming no
eyes formerly deep sea blue
now drenched with tears
tried to fight back
but I'm too small
as the larger body
crushes my tiny frame
lips against my skin
and I feel dirty
I'd cry myself to sleep
if I could sleep at all
daddy looks at me
through eyes of rejection
and never comes back
so this must be my fault
NINE MONTHS IN THE WOMB WAS MEANINGLESS
I cannot forgive your faithlessness
A boy says to his mother
You can hang my picture
In the gallery
Next to your bedroom door
But it won't change a thing
Someday when I grow into a man
I will still carry the grief
Of a fire that's been extinguished
And you will try
To relight the flame
But my veins
Will be filled with water
I asked no quarter
And none was given
Even when I was devoured
By the barbed wire of emotion
Like the day
He began to whip me
With a tree branch
In front of my friends
I hoped he would whip me to death
So I wouldn't have to face them in shame
But of course he didn't
And I couldn't look at them
In the eye for days
Bearing the scars of the beatings
From a man who wasn't my father
While YOU mother stood silent
This spoke louder than war to me
Did you hear my cries
Echoing in the hallway?
How could you just look away?
The only friend I had
Was my dog Poppy
Who would try valiantly to protect me
From the hand of a man
That only knew violence and yelling
Until the day I felt so non existent
That I rose up and bit
The hand that bleeds
It's been a thousand years
Since I woke up in California
Cast aside like some broken toy
You think you know
Everything that I am
But you don't know me at all
How many times
Did I break into your car
Just so I'd have shelter
From the cruel night
Mother your pieces break off
A little more
As each autumn passes
I'm tired of holding my breath
Hoping you'd change your mind
Or at the very least change sides
But I guess those nine months
In the womb were meaningless
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Angel Down
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Sebastian Bach
Release date: 20 November, 2007
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