Children Of Monkeys

The Blade

2009-04-09T08:24:00.000-07:00

I saw the blade accidentally
Reflected in the mirror before my eyes
Yet it didn’t really help
All I did, was see it coming

It came for my throat
I jerked back instinctively, thinking foolishly,
That I might actually escape
Yes, I was THAT naïve

Didn’t I know there was no hope?
Not a single chance?
I was done
A memory of the distant past

Everything whooshed by in my head
Baffled by this, I was instantly angered
Was I giving up so soon?
Was I not even going to fight?

I tried screaming
I tried pleading
I struggled uselessly
I shrieked violently

I freed myself from the bonds holding me there
I was ecstatic, I was going to live
I was going to live…oh wait..
I was going to RUN!!

But suddenly the ecstasy subsided
What was there to live for, really?
There was no one, no thing
Except for me, and I was just not worth the fight

While these thoughts were invading my mind
I had forgotten my captor
The blade and the hand
The hand-held blade

It came for me again
I stumbled around, looking for a way out
Forget the unworthiness, it’s just reflexive
Whatever, I had to get out!

I saw a window
I ran towards it
Wondering if I’d reach it in time
The blade cut across my torso

It carved out my skin
It hacked and it hacked
I should have let out a blood curdling scream
But I didn’t. I was just strangely amused

As my guts spilled out
As my blood gushed out
As my life ebbed away
I finally fell asleep…

blood-lust

2009-04-09T08:20:00.000-07:00

They came in swarms
They came, determined
They came to kill
They came to devour

Blood was what they were hunting
Blood was in their eyes
Blood was the object of their hunger
Blood was taking them over

I stood there, alone
I waited, turned into stone
I stood there, staring
I waited, waited for my inevitable death

They passed me by,
They stopped, turned around
They laughed scornfully
They tore me apart, as an afterthought

I don’t know where I am
I feel weightless, like air
I feel unaware
I don’t know where I am….

long-lost friend

2009-04-09T08:18:00.000-07:00

Well, well, look who it is
It’s my old friend
Where have you been?
It’s been so damn long

I’ll cut you up
Into tiny, tiny pieces
They’d be decorative items on my walls
What’s the matter? Is something wrong?

Why do you stare?
I’ll gouge your eyes out
They don’t really help you see anyway
You don’t need them my friend

Maybe I need help
Maybe you should stay away
But maybe the prospect is so enticing
Maybe I’m what they call crazy

Maybe you’ll live
Maybe you won’t
Maybe I’ll live
Maybe I won’t…..

2007-12-27T01:56:00.000-08:00

i have a purple boil.on my face.....ann calls it a pimple and she wont listen to me when i tell her its a boil...she just wont..why?? WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW?? i get weird boils at times...i dont get my body..once i had a boil on my thigh and it rubbed against the other thigh and so i got two boils..one on each thigh... but those boils were ok..they wernt that bad..they didnt hurt much...all the pus came out within a day..but this other time i got this crazzy boil on my knee..and it gave me the worst pain of my life...even the stitches i got on my foot didnt hurt that much...it was mental...i felt like killing myself...really...im not exaggerating...i couldnt move from my bed...so now this boil on my face...its weird..its been the same way for a long time..i dont know if there's any pus inside..because it doesnt hurt but stays swollen...so im not sure what do to..maybe ill just leave it as it is...nature will do her bit...