The Mother would like to see you now

The Mother is draped across her feathery throne
As it drops down from the sky
Her Blue and Green skin
Ashy with disease
She is choking,
Dying from the liquid seizing her pores
She will soon expire,
and her subjects will prosper.
The town suffers with euphoria as The Mother descends from the clouds ( Read more... )

Dionysus and Aprodite fight in the sky
Sex, the scent of destruction
A baby born of love sits alone
While the babe born of lust is fat with life
Alcohol fills its heart

Pain
that which sizzles your skin and burns your brain
which fills your thoughts and devours your love
that feeds on your desires and bites into the juicy flesh that is your hope
that chills your heart and deflects the help of others
which leaves you hollowed out at night, scared of that which bumps
that renders you defenseless to the scorn of the ( Read more... )