Don't move

A thing in a box
They took him out and gave him a Glasgow smile
I'm a boy I'm a boy! he yelled
It's alive It's alive! they yelled
Chased through the forest like Frankenstein's monster
Like he couldn't distinguish the different between mice and men
But he was just a 'boy' with stitches, switches and half a brain
So here i stood- the Pariah of the woods
So i burned the bitch down and got the fuck out of town
I raised a kid
I got a life
I was normal, finally fitting in
Until I wanted to make a change and be a politician
You'd be surprised how fast mudslinging turns into gunslinging when people know you're different
I had to leave agaain
They shot my wife and shot my kid dead
So I'm off to make a bomb to drop
To kill them all and laugh at a distance
Once a boy with a tear
Now a man with no mercy

Bone Marrow Biopsy (the alchemist, the concubines and wide eyes)

You want a piece of my marrow

Don’t you think we’ve gone too far?

Stiletto drawn but dear, my rapier slices much swifter

You want a bit of my blood

In exchange for your covet

That’s not a fair trade for what we have

Nevertheless I’m just an assassin pestilent and quiet, can you spot me in all these dancing silhouettes?

Corset drops and I admit I’m impressed

I never thought a succubus could looks so unfeigned

I gave a bite to the neck, a shot o the head

Next time never trust a man who knows the price to pay and what pistol you carry

A forlorn girl at the whore house with minuscule fangs

Everybody’s blessing bane, I swear we’ll make it out with your mother’s crucifix in tact

I’ve got a revolver to keep them the fuck down and a prayer to keep them in the ground

Corpus and fluid is all they got against us but it’s so sweet to see her wide eyed to a sin I’ve done my whole life

So here we are, the yard of the Past, the deep catacombs dimly lit so they seek they souls to fuel the fire

Limping living dying miserable things dropped jaw rolled eyes screaming “Memories, Memories”

One bit me in the Achilles heel just for the taste of nostalgia of being alive

And as it chorused through my veins I realized it wasn’t a pandemic it was more like a plague

So as I lay on the final step one inch away from getting out

I give up on running all I can do is idly fight

The sharper-tooth mistresses, the low jawed dead

And here comes the wraith

Pulling and tugging inside of me I’m screaming

Telling her run run run run

I feel the doppelganger pulling, product of my alchemy

And here dies the scientist with the silver bullet

Do you see my bone marrow now?

It’s open in my wrists for you to come in sip

But I’ve been sipping poison to keep me strong

Little increments of the venom will kill you all

I’m bitter brittle, rapier by side

Swinging in my sleep and dreaming about you

I’ve trained for this breathless lifeless moment where my wide eyed angel disappears into the night

Norman Rockwell Picture Melts

You cant be serious

More blood on my hands and a body in my truck

I was supposed to be swinging tonight, but instead I got in a fistfight

I guess?

I can still here the bass drum of his face

Ba dum dum

And the horns playing in sync with the clarinet soloing

Rock and roll stars of their days

So down by the bay, that's where I'll dump the body

I'll dance around the accusations and tiptoe my way home late at night to avoid waking my wife

No honey, I don't know why I have a hangover

Maybe I'm just love drunk (punch drunk)

As motherfuck, but whatever you do please don't use cuffs tonight

Trying to ease my guilty mind, there a body behind each wall and hall

So here I am giving in painting the portrait of a killer

The blood has dripped from every drain

My apologies, warden for being such a fuss that night

I just wanted to dance and I just wanted to cheat on my wife

The Smartass, The Time bomb

Keep running your fucking mouth, go ahead

Keep talking about what gets to you about me and what I've done in the past

And I'll just stand there, feet planted firmly into the ground, fists clenched

One Mississippi, two Mississippi

This is me at the door, and my boss at his desk. I can't seem to move and all he can talk about is my personal life.

My kids despising me, my wife leaving me, my dying mother ashamed of her baby boy

And all I can think is "You kissed corporate ass and climbed the ladder for this?

Three Mississippi, four Mississippi

I want to staple his eyelids open

Put his dick in a pencil sharpener

Hahaha

Fill his face with paper clips

Puncture asshole outlets in your body using a hole puncher

Hahahahaha

"And one more thing," he said. "Your taste in ties is horrible"

Five Mississippi

I sprinted across the room and struck him so hard; a little squeal came from his throat

He fell back from the swiveling office chair, kicking over his family photos

Ha

I was gone by the time security got there

A Man, A Mammoth

Looking up at the moonlit night, I realized I'd do anything just to have her bones back again

Hugging me, playing with my hair, anything, I didn't need flesh, I swear, only a sturdy structure

I'm smoke all the cigarettes, jump through all the nooses, and sleep in an electric chair just to get to her

But she's gone, a car crash took her away forever and there's nothing left to say.

The only part I regretted was not saying goodbye, but I figured if she didn't have the decency to say goodbye, I never had to say good luck

"Good thing it's not my fault the breaks locked right?" I say laughing to myself

And looking out my window, I see a radio tower and I wonder where the hell is that?

I wonder when exactly the times will change on it

Like how shipwrecks turned to train wrecks

And how water became wine

Nonetheless, I decided to find these towers and take pictures

Like a lone man hunting a giant mammoth, all I had was a cannon camera.