Frankenstein

To play god is to play the devil
or so the stories say
but I say no to religious folly
and do not bend the knee to the moralist’s way.

The children of the future
by my hand
shall be born of the bodies of the past
recycled for reforming humanity.

I am god
watch me birth the new world
alone

You are a party to me

You are a party to me.
The taste of cheap wine, strong and dry in my mouth
the sound of music, loud and catchy
a couple in the corner, tongues waggling and
their hands grasping at each other, furiously
in heat.
You are the drugs the raver hands around
the ecstasy on my tongue, exploding
colours melding together, lights and neons,
Never darks.
You are the splash of sick in the toilet water
the sobs of the drunkest girl, retching alone.
Blood on the bedsheets from the wrong first time
come on the bedsheets where the guy got lucky
in another room.
You are the crash of the door and the sound of sirens
the footsteps of us running away
across the wet lawn and over the fence.
You are a party gone bad
like always, I suppose.

Black Widow

You were never the first, nor ever the last,
You thought I was easy, but really?
It was you who was the easy one.

A simple trip was all it took,
It was only a fall.
Sure,
It was my shoe collection laid out
by the stairs, thrown around in a passion,
But you saw them,
I swear!
it wasn’t my hands
                 [pushing]
                              that
                                  made
                                         you
                                             fall.

Sunbeams

Sunbeams hit the screen, though grey skies
devour
the hope of a pleasant day.

Candle-flame flickers dangerously, the orange glow
shivering
as it touches the empty walls.

Daylight struggles, gasping for air as sunset
consumes
the remains of the day, and it is welcome to

Follow me

Follow me towards the heath
where we will witness others’ defeat,
And pity beggars who weep anew
for war has torn our world into two.

Bassline//Heartbreak

New sensations, felt far and deep within,
Outlined by rythmic pulses.

Heartbeat, drumbeat, bassline                      and heartbreak,
Common experiences framed by the same style of tempo.

Singular notes piercing the backdrop of harmonic unity,
Watch the mass of activity burn bright with activity.

The tempo is breaking  up, beats lost       in the wild,
Help me save the melody,
lest the pulse stops
forever.

Aphrodite

She’s my sweet corruption and the lingering sin on my lips, dripping sugary poison. Her nails are bear claws that tear away facades but her’s remains like freshly-dried paint. She’s got the whole wide world in her hands. Clap for her, kiss her hand, her feet, her jealous heart, pleasure her, steal for her...kill for her.
Always for her.
Her, her, her.
Corrupt me more, my lover my goddess,
more more more.