This one’s Personal

As we take our seats, We lay everything down on the table. Carry our guilt, Burrow the pain, Gaze into one another’s souls as every emotion can be seen. Through the looking glass; time stands still. This table seems full, a palatable fate. What we thought we had seems to slowly fade. Utter the words…

Gates of Hell

Open up the cellar, Engulfed by the smell of sulphur, Bodies molding like ancient Egyptians, Wrapped away in satin sheets, Satin sheets. Satanic deeds. Show me the greed. Show me a culture. Culminating a devised plan of euphoric hate, These words are bound with chains, Chiseled into the ground, Deeper than the abyss that Satan…

Road to Millions

Close your eyes child. As I ponder the thought of my enemies. Close your eyes child. Providing prolific prepared prophecies. Close your eyes child. Metaphors morphing morbidly. Close your eyes child. Tommy, Billy and Kimberly. Close your eyes child. While I take you on a ride back to 80’s/90’s babies. Close your eyes child. Fear…