the haunting.

beg, and cry...
curse, and howl...
gnaw, and rip...
your heart, your eye.

at the midnight hour, you strain your eyes.
don't let them shut, i'll infest your head.
your dreams bleed nightmares of plagues and death.
your brain it rots, let me feed off your flesh.

no matter how deep you hit the vein,
no matter how much you have to drink,
no matter how deep you swim to drown,
no matter how much you lust and fuck,
i'm the haunting, baby.
in the back of your mind.

i am the ghost, of your pulse.
do you miss your heart?
your now decayed black chest.

i'm the haunting, baby.
and i'll never let you sleep.
i will follow you forever, my love.
you locked me inside, and now you will never forget.
the love you lost the day i left.

no matter what you try to do,
i'll be right there, haunting you.

the old guitarist

picasso

empty verses of lullaby

i regret all that time i spent with you,
and every kiss i shared with you.
you kissed my lips and took my breathe,
sucked all the air right out of my chest.

you lied, you used, you shot my love,
you forced, you fucked, you broke my trust.
my eyes were blind by your fake stare,
and now i see, you never were there.

your words were empty verses of lullaby,
to sooth my bearing crys for truth and ties.
my heart has filled with a bloody hate,
for you to be crushed and cut by the blade.

r.i.p

les paul, 1915 - 2009.

fruits of the spirit

love. joy. peace. pateince. kindness. goodness. faithfulness. gentleness. self-control.

living love.

the world keeps spinning, and you're heart keeps living.

dance til' your dead.

yeah yeah yeah's - heads will roll
i really dig this song.
i really dig their new album 'it's blitz!'.

king lear and his fool

the best version of king lear.
enough with the drama - we all like a little bit of pussy.

magggooottt cunnts

no one should ever give me alcohol, ever.

fat cat