Post temptation

When you are stuck
No way back
It's like
Sinking sand
And you have - f**k
Ran out of luck
You're going down down
To the ground
And you melt
To be smelt
Into something rich and strange
A sea change, lover, a sea change
Its bemusing
How confusing things get
When you are stuck
Overwhelmed
Condemned
And marvellously becoming
A surprise
Don't devise
Your demise, lover,
Stay alive
For me
And just be free
Forever we are meant to take
A bite of the apple
And live

final hell

the whispering genome
the final blog
these are words of righteousness
written as a log
the last goodbye
the dancer's farewell
the heavens shall burst open
and release hell
the dead shall rise
the blind might see
one day the naked doll might dress
out of her nudity
but until then
but until that day
dancing on the Platonic cave wall
letting lives go astray
tarnished words
an ending song
this world might now be ending
but it won't be long
until the people sing
until they dance
and stop to come out of
this bloody trance

Take me

That time
Some time
Waiting time
It will happen
Take me
Ensnare me
Make me
It will come
I am coming to you
may all that you do
Be merry and bright and gay
Frighten the ghosts
Lay down the fore posts
Lead the beggars astray
Save me succubus
From the toils
Save me from the strife
Come and un sex me here
Take me as your wife

Iron

We hunkered down by the side of a gigantic iron tube, the sort one found washed up on beaches or used in the foundations upon building sites. Malory giggled as I tried to find a comfortable place to lean back on but the curved surface made it difficult. I grunted, Smith glared at me, then Malory gave up to stand, dance, then stroll over to the other end of the tube and crawl inside.

"Dry!" He proclaimed, proudly. I blinked at Smith. He rolled his eyes, then nodded, stood up himself and gestured with the barrel end of his pistol.

"Up," he ordered, and I stood up. "In," he growled, and I yawned as I stepped away from the iron tube, followed the footsteps of Malory and made my way inside.

Smith came close behind. Very close. Malory grinned at him, then came to me, took my hands gently in his own and guided me to the curving side, up and around it until I could stand comfortably no longer and had to watch as he went on and climbed straight up the side. Straight up, until he was upside down and laughing.

I raised an eyebrow. The circular end of the barrel was prodded into the small of my back. I tried to growl in protest but Smith's hand cupped itself over my mouth.
I mumbled, then fell silent and waited.

Save yourself

Change me from the inside to the out
Stomp a little and then pout
Say you're sorry scream and shout
Don't worry honey
The truth will out

Hangman

Take one take two and then stop
Go before you come to the final drop
Sweep the street behind you please
Bow your head get onto your knees
Then the axe blade chop chop chop
Your eyes will widen then you'll mop
Mop your own blood with your hair
They won't see anymore they won't care

Conqueror

f**k me

it is me 

staring back at me 

in the mirror

foresaker

hater 

traitor

this is me

f**k me 

how can it be

incredibly 

I am this damn person

reach for my knife

take it in my hand

stroke

release flesh

I feel alive

let me

scrape across your skin

and make you

whole again

I am the truth

I am beauty

hopes 

dreams everlasting

in this way I will conquer everything

Faith

Faith
Like a fire in my belly
In my gut
Slut
Smut
Im dying to meet you

Smash

Smite my bones
Make me your clone
Reduce me to ash
And then shatter slash
All my hopes and dreams
Make me seem
Completely sweetly invisible
Indivisible with your
Brain