Death stands above me whispering low/i know not what into my ear/of his language all i know is/ there is not a word of fear- Walter Savage Landor

applaud..yes applaud the newest kill.

it fired me up. it gave me the thrills.

i walked over to walk up to again.

i passed by a thousand times.

i hammered in the nails in the coffin and buried my past.

the rust and the worms inside the clayey me; catalyzed by the inability to hold gave way,

gave way and the ghosts returned to haunt the glee.

the damning recluse's existence marred with self-induced misery.

the virgin’s fucked up without the penetration.

raped off of the music...of the dance of the soul.

i laugh at the mirror...i laugh at god's mockery.

the beautiful skin, the smile, the eyes and nothing at all to see.

embracing the corpses of ethics i slayed all my way.

i sign parchments of confessions as i lay there dead.