1. HORRID OBSESSION

Protruding eyes under sharpened steel
Speak a frantic cry for help
One which your mouth cannot express
Because its filled to capacity with your soiled panties.

Your eyes are the first to go.
The panic they portray is unbecoming of you.
I carefully scoop them out and sever the optical nerve.
Such a sensually delicious cavity remains
And I feel a tightening in my pants.
I must wait.

This aroma of sweat and blood
Fills my sinuses with great pleasure.
Your screams are now hardly masked
By your shit-stained drawers.
You cannot see the terror before you
But this does not ease your fright.
These pants are much too tight now.
I remove them and let my penis stand proudly in the air,
Twitching at the prospect of what's to come next.

Each limb is removed with careful precision.
I'm glad now that your eyes rest in a tray beside the bed,
As I'm sure you'd find my penis rather small and wretched.
Perhaps you would think me less the alpha-male.
The truth is quite contrary.

Limbless and almost lifeless,
You barely breathe on these silk sheets.
I remember today is Tuesday.
Mother would usually be making roast beef.
My mind has drifted once again.

I must focus on the task at hand
If I wish to fulfill my desires.
My stomach growls, libido aches
And I hurry my pace.

The time has finally come.
I gently insert the glans penis
Into the tight walls of your vaginal crevice
And I am reminded of the laces
Around the neck of my younger brother.
A nun doesn't have a cunt this tight,
Or this magnificent body either.
You are my property.
You always were.

I finish in your mouth and make quick work
In your decapitation.
Mother's roast beef is waiting
And I have quite a drive home.

(I cannot control this...
In disguise, a path's been paved for something.
I cannot console his vacant eyes that have waited so long.)


2. FOREVER OF NOTHING

Exposed, unexpectedly
To a rip in the fabric of space-time
Unknowingly triggered unseen forces
Which lie beyond comprehension of the human mind
All on your way to pay
For your groceries in the check-out line.

If the human brain is only capable of perception
Of impulses does that not imply reality
Is only a current of electrical signals
Randomly firing through out being?

Torn through universes,
Colossal forces disassemble your whole being.
Tossed out like a used condom
Through the catacombs of existence.

Exposed, unexpectedly
To a rip in the fabric of space-time
Unknowingly triggered unseen forces
Which lie beyond comprehension of the human mind
All on your way to pay for your groceries
In the check-out line.

Is one led to question
What is reality when he reaches true enlightenment
Or is this enlightenment the product
Of the realization of true nothingness?

Torn through universes,
Colossal forces disassemble your whole being.
Tossed out like a used condom
Through the catacombs of existence.

Left for the sweeping dust.
In no senses can you trust.
Buried within the abyss.
Degrade into nothingness.

Rot without a single thought
Lost to that devoid of anything.
Not to be without consciousness
Trapped in a waking forever of nothing.


3. IN DEATH, REBIRTH

Captive to one's own illusion
Death defined in his seclusion

Thrones overthrown
Seeds of chaos sewn
Inept and wrought with confusion
Death sealing his delusion

Incessant lies
Encapsulate
This cryptic burden
We must embrace
I deteriorate
Left here to saturate
Isolation negates

All I held up so high
The end of an era is nigh.

Oppression lifting from her shoulders
A reign of terror brought to and end
Free from filthy clutches, allowed to breathe on her own,
She will flourish.

All I held up so high.
The end of an era is nigh.

You're diminishing all I am.
The inception of a life now damned
And the world defies all he knows.
His existence destroys its own.

Overturned now
In misery
Cannot function without his luxury.

All I held up so high
The end of an era is nigh.

You're diminishing all I am.
The inception of a life now damned
And the world defies all he knows.
His existence destroys its own.

Defeat brings new life.
In death there is rebirth.
A new beginning for the unfortunate
After your timely demise.

Thrones overthrown
Seeds of chaos have been sewn
Inept and wrought with confusion
Death sealing his delusion

Isn't life now grand
Having the upper hand?
Control your own,
Upturn the throne.
Over his conquered body you stand.

It's all pretending
In every ending's truth
All the answers salvage nothing.