A Warrior's Heaven

When she whispers I can hear shapes
They play symphonies that fall deaf on naked ears
Exploding like war-torn countries to a flawless crescendo
I see salvation in her voice, I hear Valhalla in her chest

Stockpiling Frozen Pizzas And Cereal

The weeping boy braves another nightless sleep

Terrified of becoming scraps in a windstorm

For she is a comet passing over Earth

Illuminating us all with her beautiful grandeur

Slasher Flick For Barnyard Animals

Listen to my voice, oh brainless wanderers

It can turn the driest landfill to the dampest marsh

Watch me swim until the sun explodes a thousand times

Can never be hot as the god of all trades

I'm so sexy and alive turning to ash before your eyes

Edyukayshun

Memorized the Periodic Table of Humiliation

Balancing uneven equations with negative integers

Today's lesson in gall and sorrow

I promise to graduate with honors

Prophet Prostitute

When she falls down

They all paint their jackets white

And when she cries

They all wield paper and pens

Gravitational center consistent as withdrawal

Shaking to a core that's not there

Lady always wanted to be a martyr

I pull out my rifle and fire, fire, fire!

Edison Syndrome

Mechanized individuality decorated like December pines

Induce praise through subliminal personality shifts

The armies have fallen to lead acetate-noise

Strained world revolves into perpetual gray tomorrows

All souls are compromised, all love is extinct

Oh Bobby, You're Such A Sweetheart

She assumes I'm ignorant

But I can see the fuse burning in her pupils

Metamorphosing to dust once again

Volatile Valentine

Meld together like figurines in fire

Blood ink writ rules of attraction

Bonded through detachment

We make out under falling bombs

Waiting for shrapnel to keep us warm

It's so cold here

Please hurry

Rainbows And Sunflowers

The healthy dog begs to be put down

Black and white world emphasizes bullets

Gunpowder sprinkled on an infinite rose garden

Divine conflagration spiraling up Eden's tree

It's a blemish that pops up every once in a while

...With Sexy Results

Media manifests plastic idols on bedposts

Social status determined by protein deposits

Analyzed in post-coital arrogance

The art of resistance is pure sex, you fucking pig!

Landmine Romance

Remembering next week when tank treads crush our bones
It's the knife that strikes fear within, not the killer itself
We're just naive lovers copulating in a ditch outside the House Of God