Love Spurts.

My brain is gone, can you not tell?

I "live" inside this private hell

That stupid bitch, who told me lies

Yet I'm the one I wish would die.

I grab a knife and look around

Into the mirror there is my frown

For I'm the only one that's here

I'll bleed to death for you my dear

Fuck this shit I need some sleep

I'd rather die than live and weep

I down some liquor and some pills

Slitting my wrists till my blood spills

I drink too much, that is no lie

And I don't have to wonder why

She broke my heart, left me for dead

Now I face-fuck her severed head.

-E

Horrific.

Better watch out motherfucker when I'm speaking in tongues

Coughing up split pea soup from the bottom of my lungs

You don't know me yet but just call me the Sexorcist

Crack a bottle of Viper because tonight I'm gettin' extra pissed

I need that neon green shot so I can feel Re-animated

When I said I come From Beyond that shit wasn't exaggerated

Like a force of nature stalking through the woods

Chopping up young sluts while they're givin' up the goods

But don't let my words fool ya I still like slaughtering virgins

And if she ain't that tight I'll stitch that shit up like a surgeon

Just call me Dr. Giggles when I'm laughing all fiendish

Off that Blue Sunshine mixed in with Olde English

Fucking batshit crazy and that's From Dusk Till Dawn

I slap a bladed glove on when I see a bitch yawn

And it may be Friday the 14th but I don't give a fuck
I'm out with a machete and spear-gun running amok
On the Terror Train stalking wearing multiple masks
Getting utterly fucked up drinking eight different flasks
You can Scream all you want but this ain't no Scary Movie
Your ass is dead in the dirt even without seeing boobies
There's no rules to this shit I don't need a motive to kill
I'll wear your pretty skin on my face just cuz I like the feel
So watch out for this Resident because I'm Evil as hell
I'll keep your body in the cellar just to enjoy the smell
Inducing those Frightmares when I pull out my Tingler

Now I got this sweet girl squirtin' red like a sprinkler

-E

Conversation.

How in the hell did we ever let this happen? *sigh* Ha. Why do I even say we? I did my part. I was competent. I was engorged. I was pulsating and filled to the fucking brim with a blood rage. Hell, I was strong when you were weak. I was hard when you were soft. I was established when you were off wandering the motherfucking cosmos!" ... HEY!!1 Are you listening to me Fuckface!? Bitch all to hell, I am angry as fuck right now more than you can ever imagine, because you never ever listen! Just take a look at yourself. Stand back and look in that shattered reflection of yours in the broken glass there. See what you have become!? When you finally come to your senses, or to me rather, you’ll wonder why you didn't follow the truth in the first place. So, you feel like talking yet?

You never let it go this far before. Why now? What’s next, huh, domesticated? You going to start wearing white socks and striped shirts? Why not stop wearing socks altogether and go with sandals? How about you take it a step further and start pissing while sitting down!? I’m really disgusted right now man, and you know what else, I’m also starting to get really pissed off! ... You may not have noticed, but as you’re strolling hand and hand with that pretty girl you got there, there are a lot of potential sexual victims walking by and giving you of all people the 'come kill me' look! They're just begging to be terrorized... invaded... wrecked... utterly and endlessly destroyed. You, motherfucker, are missing out and making me suffer because of it! Come on, let’s do some damage. When are you going to turn this all around and finally impress me for once in our miserable lives?

Yeah, yeah… you love her. *pukes* I get it. Keep telling yourself that. Just keep denying who the hell you are. And while you do that, try to forget just who the hell I am. In case you don’t know, I am you as you are me as we are all in this bullshit together! See how you slouch sitting down on the couch see how you… Ok. Not that Beatles shit again. You, my friend, need to come up with some new material. It’s no wonder that I don’t ever listen to what you have to say anymore. Between the Magical Mystery Tour and Strange Days I don’t know where you begin or what! Now you have something to say? It’s so easy with you, you know that. Just lay down some distorted lyrical deception and that’s all it takes. See, I know you. Because I am you. Which brings me, to my next question: When are we going to finally kill some of the goddamn whores!?

Whores? Take a look around and tell me what you see. On the left, a whore. On the right, another. And on your arm Now we should just watch our fuckin' mouths there shouldn't we? You don't, nor could you ever have any clue, as to what I’m feeling now. You may have thought that it was just something of an experiment, but it’s more than that... you dumb son of a fuck! How in the hell could you deceive yourself like that? Look at her!! Yeah, so she’s cute. And when she cums, she makes the sweetest faces we've ever seen. And when she walks, she shakes her fat little ass like no other. And when she touches us… when she kisses us… When we fuck her? Fuck her? I never have. I’ve only made love to this sweet princess. Liar! Now why would I lie to you?

Who knows why anymore! To piss me off? You’re probably trying to make me crazy. Playing games. I know enough about all this to not even deal with you anymore, so why don’t you just give up. Sorry but I still believe in you… in us! What do you believe? Well, for one... hey you remember that last girl? Yeah. I remember her. She was so pretty. Do you believe that she was the last? She was. She is. I’m happy now with this one. Let’s just try it for a while and see what happens. You never know... Oh, I know. YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW! Okay, okay… let’s just calm the fuck down shall we.

In case you haven’t noticed you’re squeezing this girl's hand with enough pressure to bust both of our heads in half. Shit. Apologize. No way. Come on pussy, let’s buy her something. You know you want to. Fuck You. Perfume? A new jacket? A Vibrator, perhaps? You know as much as I do that those things are too much for her. So we say, so we say. So she says. And so we listen. Why not? Perhaps you should try to listen to her once in a while and see. See what? That you can be okay without a vibrator up your ass too! Oh shit. I forgot how much of a witty bastard you were. You forget a lot of things actually. You want to go to war and see how much in control I really am? Not really. Ah. Because you see… it’s not like that anymore. This isn’t about control.

No, it’s about love. What has your brain gone? Let’s worry about it some shall we? Love is nothing but control that's become segregated. You have been duped into the ultimate submission. There is no escape for you now, and as much as I try each hour of every day it seems as if there is no way to reverse this problematic situation. Don’t you understand, or can you not realize that this is my problem to deal with now? Nobody can help me, not with shallow words, not with anything. Like I've said again and again, there is no temporary solution, permanence is the key. I’m the one that needs to come to work with this and find my own way to cope with how things have turned out. You know who you sound like right now? Maybe I've been watching too many of those infomercials at three in the morning.

Yeah, but who knows, with all the shit you've been talking lately, perhaps some of that turbo colon cleanser would do you a bit of good. No thanks. I’d much rather just stick to that groovy Flower Power CD collection that has been showing up at the door every three weeks anyways. You know I just can’t get enough of the Mamas and the Papas. I’m telling you man, compilations are where it's at. And not just concerning an array of different bands brought together for a mesmerizing listening experience, no, but when it comes to a single band itself also. Take for instance, Essential Rarities from The Doors. Can you honestly tell me that there is a more perfect disc out there? Hell, Who Scared You is running through my head as we speak. I love that song. Wow, and all this time I thought you weren't capable of feeling. Alright, now that we see eye to eye once again... are you on knife duty or ropes this time around?

Ripper.

Deep in night and drowned in dark

The lonesome devil doth embark

Through crowded isles endless miles

Unsavory whores whom he defiles

In many manners to and fro

He brings about their fearful glow

Their pretty faces sliced to bits

Could never find the one that fits.

-E

Psychoactive Euphoria.

She was off in her own world, sitting there on my bed as always. Saying things, but I wasn’t listening. She was mostly talking to herself and making strange noises. Both of us were high as fuck, and I was drinking Sutter Home Cabernet Sauvignon out of the 1.5 liter sized bottle. I was at my opened floor-ground window, staring at the trees outside. I could see each leaf sway as the wind blew, and as things became more in depth, they formed groups: bunches, crowds of leaf, each tree with twenty or more. Each of them moved in their own direction and then backwards again, as I sat witness. I still see these things, and beyond these things. Things that are not meant to be seen. I sat next to her and drank some more wine.

I was looking to my left, away from her for a moment. As each loud beat from the White Zombie remix album Supersexy Swingin' Sounds pounded, I could see shock waves throughout the atmosphere. Space. Simply space between my mind and the walls moved in pulsating fashion. Everything seemed to be drowning in wave, everything, but her. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her. As I continued my stare, I feel deep into this girl. Her eyelashes fluttered six times with each blink. I could count them as they were so fast, and yet, so slow. I touched her flowing black hair and each strand seemed to move on its own, wrapping around my fingers. Her lips moved in erratic manners, the black lipstick on her resembling a bat's movements throughout the sky.

Her face seemed to bounce around at every glance. Not that I took more than two or three looks, for my glances lasted so long. I never wished to blink or take my eyes away. The room was already dim, as it usually was. I plugged in the psychedelic Halloween lights for us to enjoy; blinking orange jack-o-lanterns and flashing white skeletons. I changed the music to Type O Negative's most romantic album October Rust and lit a few black candles. She stood in front of me, like she usually did, completely nude. Her body, the most tempting I had ever seen. There was nobody else who brought forth such desire in me. She sat on my thick hard dick, and seemed to slide around uncontrollably. As she did, I looked into her eyes and smiled for the first time that day. My Princess. She was always so wet. It never mattered when or where, this girl's thighs were forever glistening.

She had the sweetest of scents, and grandest of touch. I slipped inside, and much like my mind in the music I too drowned inside of her. Vibrations were all around me, colorful, and she was as the softest silk unknown. So tight, and yet, not a bit of friction within this gripping wet flesh. See seemed to be floating above me. It was as if she was hardly touching her lap to mine at all. I held her beautiful pale tits in my hands as she bounced upon me, and it was in this moment I felt complete mystic exaltation. She was somewhere, and so was I, but in body we were one. We stayed that way for what seemed like hours, her on top of me and I inside of her. Neither of us reaching the point of climax, and I know that I couldn't have done so even if I converged my every thought towards it. The drugs simply wouldn't allow this wondrous experience to end.

Destiny.

"Do you believe in destiny?"
She looked upwards.

If the world ended time stood still and we were left just you and I

Would you run into my arms place your head upon my chest

Let me smell your hair and touch you there?

These are the things I desire:

Ceasing motion of all that is living, growing, and each which takes never giving

All swept aside!

The twilight never fades nor the setting of the sun becomes,

 A lonesome loathsome devil ravages the angel girl as she hums.

This is you, and this is I.

I need your caress and for you to have mine. 

I wish to be alone with you and you can come as well,

To delve into divine impurities of which the both of us shall dwell. 

To drink your blood and eat your flesh, 

Spread wide open unleash this bloody mess.

 I've never wanted anything, more than I've envisioned this!

Girl said nothing.

Not with mouth.

Let's travel we to faraway places where all things dissolve
And nothing leaves traces. Not a thing existing,

But the single moment then and when that is through, the next.

Indescribable future, without past and what comes after

Reflecting not upon any former thought or action,

But always on uncertain possibility.

I wish to simply make you, and with you,

To have everything that becomes from us fade into the never been.

A single everlasting pleasure of what could be.

Do not be afraid here my love simply take my hand,

I'll lead you through this garden slumber full of fruitful mystic wonders.

Have a bite. Let's reverse time and sink into this blackness dark,

A stark nothingness that is this journey we embark

We shall, we must!

I say it to be so, and what I say I shall realize.

You're going where I always have and been

To indulge yourself in cherished sin.

This is my calling. So it is yours now,

There is no denying the grace you feel falling.

Accept this fate of yours

And press your body upon mine for all time.

                                                                                           Mmmmmm…

                                                                                                           Girl accepts.

Temporary Sanity.

There's a disease in my mind causing me severe mental anguish

Tryin' to explain it to ya it's like I'm speaking a foreign language

This life that I know is filled with self inflicted abuse

As I live in the bottle each day I tighten the noose

I got sharp knives hidden all over my bedroom and shit

A bottle of Goldschläger down my pants so that I can stay lit

And I've been known to throw fits after just a few hits

Watch as my head splits and all my fucking goo drips

So if time permits I'll go out and dip my stick

See I got that rapist wit and when I come with it

Find me a sexy bitch and squeeze her perky tits

Got eyes like slits when I go out stalking

Off that liquid support here's a dead man walking
And there ain't no stopping when I fuckin' quit talking

Take a look around see all the bodies dropping

If I don't wake up dead then you'll wake up screaming
Pesadillas nightmares that bad mojo dreaming
And I'm comin' to ya undead streamin', got a thick dick fulla semen
See your eyes gleamin', but I ain't no he-man
So don't get your hopes up... but uh yeah, it's time for your close-up
Motherfuckers call it a facial, and you know I like it interracial
Though we both got white skin I can make an exception
For it ain't nothing more than some deceptive perception
I like those white Spanish girls and I can't deny it
Got that lustful desire I can't fucking defy it
And I admit that I'm a bit hung up on this shit
Yeah, I might be a bit crazier than I like to admit
When I see a short blonde chica I fiend for blood!
Watch my black jeans flood just as I hit that bud
Draggin' her through the mud while she grasps for life
 Now I got her mouth open as I stick in my knife

Ruination.

I didn't sit down for a time of reflection upon my life. I'm not that type of person. When I look back upon my misdeeds, never do I ponder whether I'm satisfied with the choices I have made. Nor do I ever consider if I'll become regretful for what I've done. The time for regret has ended, dead, and it stopped when this thing inside of me corrupted. Taking shape of horrid monster, foaming at the mouth and tearing bits away. I can still taste her blood. It's on my lips and fingertips. It's inside my head. I can feel it dripping, trickling down every thought of her. I cut my skull open so I could see my brain. Her face is etched there. Perhaps I could trace it with a razor blade and tear her off. That's what I thought, but I thought wrong! I feel the itch and know its scratching, I know it well. She is now forever with me.

I know this torment and I understand its isolation. Everything else has gone away, and I am left here. I am torment. I feast on the blood. Blood is the life. The life that was once hers, truly never was. She knows this now, and I see her despair as I close my eyes. Her soul, her love, and her outcry… it grasps me, and it's never away from me. You’re a dirty girl. Why? She asks me why. YOU FUCKING KNOW WHY! You know because we shared that moment and you know because in our eyes we had become one. You were one with me when I made you. This whole place is filthy now. Rancid. This blood will never wash away. Not that I'd ever try to cleanse your special spot. All the things you left are still here, in the very same places, but I fear they're starting to mold. The ruin has set in, but I don't want you to.

Carnivore.

I dream of wolves, both while awake and during sleep. I see their eyes as mine and gaze into myself. I realize now that I am hungry, but I don’t want to give in. I've had the thirst with me ever since I was a child… but now, it has matured and developed into something which I'm not sure I can control. I see prey, in my mind as lamb and helpless, and in the reality which I journey though this is no help to me. For I see prey in them. When I look upon them and into their eyes, I see these things becoming so clear before me and know inside what I thrive to do. Something I know I must do, and that thing is something I know I was born to do.

Never are the dreams the same, but the key figures are always there: The wolf, who I live through. The stalk, which I feel and through by which I understand exhilaration. The power, which tends to the hunger inside of me and offers itself so willingly, to bring to pass the most glorious of feasts. And her, the girl... the nameless, faceless one. She who haunts my dreams. She, the one I lust after and wish for her insides! For that someday soon I may sink inside of her and revel with uproarious delight. A longing, that I will drown in my own bloodthirsty addiction and reach that point in which I have always known could not be cradled.

She always looks the same and I always see the same thing: red. Red is a color I see often, and one which is easily triggered. In my mind, it's the color I notice the most and usually by surprise. Though hundreds of her may pass by there's always one that stands out. And no matter how fast this happens, my eyes will glance the red. It draws me. Often times, I see this world in black, white and grays only. But I always see the red, no matter what. Sometimes I don’t know when I’m dreaming or when I'm not. Being awake and asleep are the same for me now. Because within each realm, I am susceptible to the monster that tells me what I am, and it is constant!

Losing sleep. Things seem to be not as they truly are, and my mind is adrift. I find myself now taking each ever-grasping thought away from its many desires, and as I sit here that focus is shifting unto just one. Is this true to form, or simply a longing which blinds these eyes I see through? I've been here before, in this strange place, just as I have visited dreams time and time again. But my dreams quickly become nightmares, and thrashed headlong into this reality for which I am faced, those nightmares are passed on through soulless, unrelenting bloodshed. Cruel beadsman, in shedding mask: The bleeding eye-holes show only pain as reflected by his lewdness for hire. ‘What have I become?’ I think to myself, as I look into this shattered mirror.

Abhorrent Pleasures.

Light moans slowly formed into an array of silent screams, accompanied by a scratchy throat-wrenching gasping for air. This is where I find my solitude. I walk to and fro as my mind distorts beyond the limits of its shape, and I concentrate while in a state of unrest. Did I say unrest? I meant ingest. Incisive wailing! The young girl's cries engulf my forceful lusting of torment and power over. I press my thumb deep into her neck as I slap her twice across the face with front and then back of hand. Breathing convulsively, she pouts while spit drools down her lip. I send the back of her head into the wall, leaving a hole caved in the newly plastered sheetrock. Her eyes shut and lips clench. Little one's face scrunched up... she looks so adorable this way. I lean in and kiss her softly. Jugular wine. This abnormal thirst is nothing less than normal to me, in occurrence at least. 

Haunting vines that climb and dine upon the mind that’s ripe with binding curiosity and self-doubt. All the insecure ones leave me pathways up their courtyards, through their vineyards and into their flowing bittersweet rivers of crimson hue.

I knew a girl once like you, she danced with death through pumpkin gardens and as I watched my scythe it hardened. Blood flow. I wish to reap what you sow. Show me sadness, and a willingness to be taken away from this madness. This torturous life: a harbor for disastrous, emotionally crushing sorrows… I can show you another place it borrows from recesses deep, all the things which bring forth beauty in an agonizing weep. The grapes there only grow when from the sky, bloody tears of a sad and beautifully scarred girl rain down upon the soil. I toil in my garden path long hours to keep this rain and not let whither into raisins of wrath. Sad little girl, cry for me if for but just once I can lick the salty drip from your cheek. Meek darling I hold tight in my uncompromising grip, inherit my death on the tip of your lips and kiss it ardently. Now open wide and let it fill you.

Note.

Hopelessness and misery engulfs my very soul

Taking me nowhere at all for there is nowhere to go

Drowning deep inside this blackened void that is my mind

A darkness so immense that there is no light to find

Vast explorations of thoughtless nothingness

The gleaming razor blade dips inside my bleeding flesh

This writhing pain is now the only truth in which I know

The woeful blissfulness of watching my blood as it flows

Empty and devoid of life my body rots away

The putrid stench that permeates from time's gentle decay

My soiled bed sheets caked with blood spilling onto the floor

My spirit now is finally free from that beautiful whore.

Bed springs.

Long black hair with red dyed roots, and always naked, she pranced around. I lustfully chased her down the hallway, and she played afraid for me. This one always knew how to turn me on. “No! Don’t get me.” she cried out as she ran into a corner of the next room. I pinned her against the wall and with a mischievous grin, began to touch things. Her tits, large pale double d's, with beautiful nipples and perfect in every way; and her body, a short 4' 10" and the slightest bit thick. I twirled my tongue around her mountainous red peaks as I slid my middle and index finger up inside her glistening hole. Wet, dripping and flowing, just as she always was! This succulent princess, my desire for her knew no bounds. I wanted to know her in life and death, in love and agony, in pleasure and pain. My right hand, now completely soaked, exploring her beautiful insides. I sucked the juices off of my fingers and then slid them back inside of her again. I held her tight as we stood there together, my thumb pointing upward towards her little round belly. This was always my favorite place to be, and I constantly held her there. It was like our own special version of holding hands. Trve love. She then laid down on my filthy bed.

We had been experimenting with LSD that night, both of us dropping multiple tabs. I sat on the edge of the bed and began caressing her with one of my many knives. I had taken it out after kissing her body, because I wanted to play with something else I found to be interesting. I touched it flat onto her lower belly, and she squirmed a bit. The steel was cold, I was sure of that. I could have warmed it up. I thought about it, but instead I played nice. I gently ran the sharp edge up her supple body and across her left cheek. I was so excitable back then that I didn't know what I could, or what I eventually would do. But there were shreds of this being which I have become, in me then. I held the knife high above my head and slammed it down beside her face. Through the mattress I heard the blade scrape against the coiled bed springs. Like a quick, dull scratch across a chalkboard with sort of a thumping pop sound. She didn't move at all. She didn't even flinch, but rather simply stared at me. Unblinking, and into my eyes she gazed. I could read all of her thoughts at that very moment despite her blank expression and unemotional reaction. She was terrified, yet horribly excited.

The Stranger.

Feel the danger deep in your spine, as the stranger creeps up from behind

Snowblind with maniacal fury, visions blurry, speech is slurry and what's worse

Stranger's in no hurry, to hack and slash and get you buried with not a worry

And the Stranger don't wanna rush things, just wanna touch things

Bite down with bloody fangs and get his fingers bloody when he bangs

Licking off that sloppy clotted juice and there's no way he'd cut her loose

Stranger's obsessed and wants to make a mess all over your sexy chest

So go ahead and feel blessed, after all he chose you over all the rest

But we digress...

See I detested silence so much and now it's time to confess my LUST

As I spray over your sweet bust, now turn your cryin' ass around and show me that booty

I got a knife right here for you little cutie, and I wanna plunge it deep inside ya'

See I always felt that rage whenever I got behind ya'

All those times I watched you walk away, watched your ass sway

Got that fiendish desire to slay and if I may I'd like to play

A game where I carve your name into my flesh and for you I'll do the same

See the stranger loves too much and I guess that's what's to blame

The first time I saw you my heart stopped and I came, and now it's a shame I guess

That those firm titties and that sweet bouncy ass will be laid to rest :(

Of all the loves I've known yours truly was the best, outta my collection and to my recollection

You were the prettiest too and I'll also mention, I was hesitant at first but just like an infection

I was hit with an injection, of pure unadulterated lust, there was no way I could stop it, I just

Had to open you up one more time, it was a must...

Come here babygirl it's time to get nasty and rough, you may have played tough

To get and flirted a bit like there'd be no consequence, but what's this?

A bit of ignorance on your part, but I really took that whole "being a stranger" thing to heart

And this is as real as it gets, so don't try to cry or get mad or throw fits

Because it ain't working, but scream all you want to, that really gets me jerking

Off and to the next sickening idea of nightmarish afflictions

Your pain is my own personal drug, and it's feeding my addiction

Now as I run my bloody fingers through your long black hair

I dip my fingers in your wounds to show you that I care

And as you gaze back at me with that blank stare

I knew all along that we'd make a good pair

So I guess that it's fair, to say that I'm a stranger no more

Now that I've been inside and have had time to explore

Your sweet body as you lie naked on the floor

But I can't stop now, I'm addicted I need more!

- © Erik (D[runk]ethWiz{n}rd) (2011)

Brain Lo Mein.

My eyes are glossed, I'm Sauced... Gotta hit that bottle, No matter the cost!

My mind is lost and my soul's afflicted, No need for a brainscan I know I'm addicted

When you see my body meltin' you know the deal...

I just swallowed Three Perks and downed all my NyQuil!

That's how I get my thrills... I don't wanna feel this pain

Just sever my brainstem, I don't wanna complain

And I don't mean to scare ya, But I drink blood like Italian Marinara

On a pizza pie of death! Macaroni Western on meth

Intestines drippin' guns blazin, Psychodelic Hellraisin'

El Topo Loco tellin ya' Beware and the Rest, cuz it's bound to be a big f'n mess

Like eatin' Spaghetti on a first date...

I'll take a Machete to your neck and have your pretty head sittin' on my plate

See I've Sworn, To be completely insane since the day I was born
Like a dark Shaman walkin' round with a bowl full of ramen

Dressed like Neo from the Matrix, Doc Martens stompin', fueled with the hatred

Comin' at ya Death Proof full throttle, already on my sixteenth bottle and don't be startled

When I induce the terror... not sayin' just to scare ya, But this sick shit I planned it

Don't just want those screams, Bitch I demand it!

You can't blame me, I like this shit and thought you knew it

Live by a Demon Knight motto, If it makes ya feel good do it!

Blacked out! Like I just huffed a grocery bag full of Shoe Goo

Don't even know where I am right now, but fuck it, maybe you do?

She hands me a menu, I order dim sum, beef and broccoli

Speakin' in Old Engrish and I've been slurrin' rather slopishly

And I'm out drivin' again, gotta hit up a Thriftys

To jack me some Tic-Tacs and some more Fireball Whiskey

That's tonight medication! In an act of desperation

You can sense the anticipation, When I twist off the cap

And pour down that liquid inspiration... no hesitation

To get that sick feeling I love runnin' through my veins

I need a chemical imbalance just like a zombie needs brains!

I'm fiending like a heathen, runnin' down the street screamin'

The END IS NEAR! Motherfuckers start kneelin'

I got that... temporary insanity. Can't even talk know

Just simply mumble random profanities.

- © Erik (D[runk]ethWiz{n}rd) (2010)

Like a Nightmare.

I feel the despair... Cared so much that I couldn't care

Blackout time, can't stand to be aware

It's not about what I want, it's about what's Fair!

This is my burden to Bare. When I see you girl can't help but Stare,

Wanna Tear. My nostrils Flarin' up, not gonna Share my cup

Just gonna turn it up and come outta that dark room

Stalkin all fucked up, 'bout to Upchuck my gut...

Feel stuck in this land, gotta muck my hand

The Joker's laughing at me and it's more than I can stand

This ain't the MGM Grand, more like Circus-Circus

And I'm feelin' more like John Wayne Gacy or Anthony Perkins, Circa 1978,

Lookin' at you through a hole in the wall while I masturbate in colorful face paint!

Laughin' all the way to the blood bank, that's where I Fill up

Shuffle up and Deal it up... but I can't even feel or deal

Too apathetic to even steal Emotions, just give me the shot

And strap me down before I go into Convulsions!

I'm tired of going through the motions, Wake up and slap the lotion

Hit the bottle of that magic potion, How's this for a fucked up notion?

Is it really worth it to not give a fuck? That's too much work in itself.

I should just kill myself. BLAM!

Finally...! The dealer's been dealt, and finally something I've never felt

Watch my mouth bleed and my face melt. Like I was in Slime City

or Street Trash, murdering hobos with a Sharp Femur Bone or a Whiskey Flask

Takin' it to the back alleys, Screaming In Pain!

Can't get those torturous voices out of my brain... But I must sustain.

Give me some cursed Himalayan yogurt stronger than LSD,

Some Green Wine and a Black Cloak and Let Me Become He.

So I can finally see. Is this my destiny? Should I cut up and gut up the rest of me?

Its a ritual of uneartly and selfish delights, Allow me to share my insights

But beware because my mind You See, it fights with itself

And it frightens itself. I don't even know where my mind is headed

I'm fueled by that 151 shit fuck the unleaded I'm gonna Down It

Drown in it, fuckin' get Deaded, Find a pair of legs and get 'em Spreaded

Bitch ya just got Bedded and Bledded - Beheaded - Shit got me Wetted

No Sweated, and I Fledded, into the Shadowy Dark

Wearing her face as a mask, taking a stroll through the park

Heard a dog bark and it's speakin' my language

Tellin' me "Go out cause widespread panic and anguish!"

It's the Summer of Lust and Sam I am, Fuck a master-plan...

...Just let things happen, a little anarchy to get things Crackin'

I came here for two things: To hear asses clappin' and get necks a snappin'

But instead I think I'll strangle her slow, give her that purple glow

As I whisper sweet things "baby you know that I'll never let go"

Now isn't that a beautiful sight, say I think I may nay I think I might

Adorn my furnature with your flesh and bones tonight.

- © Erik (D[runk]ethWiz{n}rd) (2010)

Agent Of Chaos.

Let the cards fall where they may! You wanna play? ...let's play.

Today's the day that I slay. No way you say? Motherfuckers gang way.

'Cuz I lay... Little Bitches to Rest. It's no test - the Sick Shit is comin' up next

I got stressed again, made a Mess! So Don't Change That Dial

And check out this smile, on the news programs you'll see Death for Miles

Bodies layin' in Piles while I laugh out loud, and behind you a big Fuckin' mushroom cloud! 

HAHAHA!

Now watch 'em all Panic get Manic and go Delirious, Just the way I like it Why's Everyone So Serious!?

I got a cookbook of Anarchy... and tonight's recipe is Insanity!

Serving up Death on a silver platter, and ain't no joke I'm as mad as hatter.

Brains splatter! When I hit up a Jack in a Box, that shit goes tick-tock
Opens up and tears down blocks, Leavin' motherfuckers in nothing but Orange Halloween Socks.

I get my Purple Suits tailor made out of suede, I get paid and laid not afraid, I got blades

Hidden all over my shit, Nothin' in my pockets but knives and Lint, My look's Mint 

Even got that Green Tint on the curls, Face-Paint on my Girls

Cosmetics don't sweat it, just bust out laughing, Accept it, 

Got balloons and Toys Filled with Mustard Gas when they deploy 

killing all the Little Girls and boys and on their faces you'll notice a look of Joy

That's my Signature Move right there, I'm All Class!

I'll lock you in a room made of plate glass with no Gas-mask, See, my knowledge is Vast

Concerning instruments of Doom, I'll turn an amusement park into a Burial Tomb

The Roller Coaster goes Ka-Boom! and the cart Derails

Watch the bodies fall like hale in the trails, no bail your seat belt locks fail
as you fishtail off of the Tracks, and I laugh so hard my Facepaint Cracks!

But I'm not dressed this way for Festivities, I'm out committing dangerous Activities

Got a big white grin with no Cavities, and a Three-Foot handgun causin' Casualties

And I'm burning all Currencies, It's not about money...

It's about sending a message, What, did I say something funny?

Laugh all your way to the Grave, that's my style! When I pull all the stops they all call me Vile

Beyond Redemption and there's no Exception, Do you think I planned it? It was all Deception!

Do I look like a man with a plan? Stand back and be amazed by my Sleight of Hand, I demand

Motherfucker's respect, and if they don't kick back I leave a card from my deck, that's your neck.

Kiss your life goodbye, Where's your head? In the Fuckin' Sky!

Guess the joke's on you, now isn't that Ironic...

Let me wash your death down with some Gin and Tonic

I suffer from a Chronic, Fiending for Gruesome Shit

Bring on the terror get a fuze lit and then split, slip away and watch the fireworks blast!

I think fast and laugh with a Rasp while you Gasp and Grasp for air but your last breath is Near

I can taste the Fear, Lettin' motherfuckers know The Dark Prince is here!

- © Erik (D[runk]ethWiz{n}rd) (2010)

Lust Eternal.

When you see me rising up from the motherfucking grave

The situation's severe, I must be feeling Enslaved

I got that Rotgut creeping through my entire system

Eating so many brains that I'm startin' to piss 'em

You see me outside of your window causing panic attacks

Got Demon Lust in my eyes as I start breaking the glass

Grabbing you by the hair and now I'm pulling you near me

As I Bite into your flesh your screaming shows that you Fear me!

Now you've got jugular wine running down your sweet breasts

For the infection within, you should be feeling Blessed

I wanted this forever, just to feel you Inside

I'll be a part of you ever since the day you had died

Now I'm a warm blooded motherfucker doin' shit cold

Got a Double-Edged Axe, Silver Jewelry, no gold

Gleamin' in the moonlight when I strike from behind you

I don't need to lurk in shadows Bitch I know where to find you

Street corners and back alleys lead me to my obsession

My Confession? I suffer from Demonic Possession!

Got Depression... that's why I hit up the local tavern

And pick up a new honey to drag back to my cavern

When she's tied down firm, I can work with precision

Taking time to make all of those vicious incisions

My intentions are Grim and I just can't believe Never

That you wouldn't be mine, my darling now it's Forever!

I'll caress your warm skin as I get ritualistic

Committing Black Magic Rites so motherfuckin' Sadistic

You'll be squirming in delight and letting out silent screams

And just when you think it's not at all what it seems

I'll bust out with an Amulet and Double-Edged Knife

Praising the Dark Lord, making you Satan's new wife

Now let the goat's blood flow so we can all share a cup

And remove that black gown before this Orgy erupts!

Blood... nurtures Evil's dormant seed

I travel though the dark nights with a need to feed

Watching a sweet young thing bleed is my only desire

And when I taste that first drop I feel my body on fire

See I'm the Puppet Master right now and I'm pulling the strings

I was only sixteen years young when I got my blood wings

Now I got that sinister urge and it can't be controlled

When you feel my lips upon you the sensation is cold

Your body shivers when you offer up to me your last breath

I made a promise Lust Eternal when I gave to you death

Now I'm inside you forever and that's where I'll remain

A fucked up love just like ours is beautifully insane!

Forever.

- © Erik (D[runk]ethWiz{n}rd) (2010)