Naked and afraid the darkness penetrates my   Orifice with a sting of delight. I've become entranced by the mystery of the darkness and my Body has been devoured by its essence.   This sensation is devoid of real happiness and has bewitched my Mind into seeking momentary pleasure.   My identity has been lost and my path unclear.   Crystal cocks have blotted from my soul the essence that was once Me. I'm left with mystery, misery, and myself to blame.   The darkness has stripped me bare, standing silent and pained with Pleasure, to no avail.

For divinity I pray, as the iniquitous ones play their games. Insatiably I lay, wanting only to indulge in frequence. Their eyes, so perverse, are burning into my desires. Indignantly, I repress those maudlin ones as each tear they shed within causes me to disappear. You ogle at my martyr soul yet refuse to sacrifice in the name of passion. Insidiously, I walk a destined path as the corrupted ones perish in the wake of their proprietor.  

Breaking the speed limit two or three times over. Stay on step, I’m only a muscle twitch from grievous injury or death. A sudden movement, the snap of a serpent, inhaling deeply I try to trust my reason and my intuition. I was veering on old mountain roads trying to not be distracted by the glowing stars and the shining snow so I kept my eyes on the flowing road, all I could think of was “Don’t lose control.” I may be a fool, but I’m no dead man. I may be a fool, but at least I’m no hanged man. I may be a fool, oh I may be a fool.

Poor Billy lost his gun ‘Cause he lost his gun The NRA was pissed Threw Billy out of the USofA  His gun led him everywhere With no gun, or friends with guns Billy wasn't a man no more If Billy hadn’t lost his gun He’d still be a real man Get him a woman and a child Maybe even become President Poor Billy can’t start over Billy don’t know right from wrong ‘Less he’s got the right gun                                                Billy can’t afford a new gun Billy ain’t got nowheres to go Billy don’t know how to use his brain Billy’s life just ain’t worth living

Burning from within, My sin Is rubbing out on you; Twisting coils That scratch desire, My eyes Are haunting you beneath My caressing lust; My savage soul tears away Your inhibition; Come to me my sadist, Lick my pain And free my thirst; I kneel for you to take for good My innocence.

The radpower engine was kicking and pulling straining to climb these slippery hills. A bullet hit the internal antenna damn near grazing my leg. Robbing that house was a bad idea, robbing it  with the owner inside was a worst one. The sirens were close now. Should I ditch the cycle and escape by foot and risk getting caught? To come all this way from that decrepit swamp only to get my ass thrown in a dungeon upon a hill? But ahead a few dozen feet up the road was an alleyway, perhaps a means of escape. I slammed my rear brakes, rev-matched and downshifted to second gear. A mistake. The rear tire started to slide on the road and the cycle started to slide on me. I came to a quick stop by crashing into a metal dumpster. (I admit I screamed when I got up.) I yanked off my helmet and clutched my backpack full of loot with a bleeding hand embedded with rock and dirt. The sirens were close now. I limped like a motherfucke...

Fighting an endless battle Against all aspects of society; Watching as we’re herded like cattle But refusing to go quietly. Always resisting the binding ties, Determined to live a life fulfilled; Must detach from the scams and lies In order to keep from being belittled. Far too stubborn and torn to fight as a team, Consequently standing resentful and alone; Relentlessly craving to reach a certain dream, Inspired by rejection of becoming a clone.