• Puzzled by nightmares,
    sick dreams of the dead
    a horror show snuff film
    repeats in my head.
    a continuing concerto
    of candy coated contempt
    a hatred so pure,
    that none are exempt

    an impersonal incubus
    profaning reality
    but at the same time
    pleasure exists in duality
    with this pain that resides
    inside a sick mind
    tearing asunder
    heartstrings that bind
    the last of my hope
    to ever dying sanity
    and the illusions of grandeur
    i once held for humanity