The Keepers Athenaeum

the drop of your flesh
beneath my blade
the crack of bone
beneath your skin
these are a few of my favorite things.
the tears you cry
pleading for life
your wasted breath
asking me why
these are a few of my favorite things.
my mangled knuckles
in your broken face
your screams choked
by your fragile little teeth
these are a few of my favorite things.
souless eyes
rubbed raw [...]

normal is as normal does
the abnormally normal
march in step
trip and skip
eyes burning holes
in the back of their progessors empty heads
digressing all the while
half stepping
in a circle for all they know
till death comes ripping….
they will be replaced

i want to feel the inside of you
cut you open
rip right through
ill feast on your heart
and make you mine.
quench my lust
black blood divine
every piece of your misery
ill savor
till it kills me.
ill bury you
inside me

as i stand on these cliffs
gazing into the abyss,
barely able to make out
the comfortable mess below,
i try to re-trace my steps.
i think to myself
why?
as i look to the horizon
trying to find
a ray of hope,
i find only violence,
the sky churning in its beautifull blackness…
behind it
trapped
the calm warm day
fighting to break free.
the abyss beckons
it calls for me
“you [...]

slippery skin
sin to win
follow the honey trail
let the games begin.
debauchery at its finest
not a sin left unturn
sodom an gohmora
were all gonna burn.
swollen insides
eyes wide shut
the pig sty is open
rampid with smut.
share my disease
and ill share yours
let me bathe in your canker
enveloped in your sores.
let the ground crack open
and swallow us whole
let me die in your [...]

die.
die slowly,
painfully.
die screaming,
screaming his name.
die reaching for help,
reaching for him.
die with hope in your eyes,
and fear in your heart.
die calling for help,
crying for someone in vain,
and reaching for the nothing you know youll find…
alone and afraid, begging to be saved.
helpless
abandoned
wondering why….
let your stomach burn with guilt,
die with his name on your tounge
or dont.
i dont care,
as [...]

if i could close my eyes
and sleep through all time
i could forget this life
and leave it all behind
i’ve tried.
this life of mine
sheered my eyelids from my eyes
to watch in horror and pain
the agony and hate that remains
cursed until death.
hideous faces torment
loved familiarities suit to depress
a dream of good memories past
only a demented joke, a lifetime [...]

death soaked hands
stained.
face numb
no pain.
my world,
through rose coloured lens.
once clear,
but now
stained,
dark,
blood red.
a glimmer of hope
a sharp keen edge,
raised above my head
dropped and shattered with force and hate
over and over again,
now dull with death
and stained that dark deep red.
the screams still resinate
trapped in my mind.
was it yesterday?
today?
that i lost my mind?
lost all time
commited this crime.
in the [...]

emotion
less.
heart
less.
soul
less.
my eyes
focus not.
my brain
ponders, no more.
my body
motion
less.
stiff
is the rope.
brisk
is the breeze.
all ceases to exist
by my choosing
or choosing not.

cleaved
is my mind.
wrenched
is my soul.
my fingers caress
eager to invite
the sweetness
of life,
as i know it. tormented
trembling, facing ceratin death
i take what seems my last breath
my mind turns away
my body has stayed
closed are my eyes.
magnetized,
brain burning inside.
triumphant i arise!
body radiant with life!
alive!
for now

today is my day.
“my day” i said.
“whoever gets in my way is dead”
and with that i started my day…

look into my eyes and you will see
ache and agony
the animal that is me.
ravaged, ruptured, no soul to turn to.
my rage is my warmth
my will
it opens my eyes for each new day of drear
and closes them in despair

(Sung to the tune of “I Feel Pretty”. If you don’t know that tune, sing it to Homer Simpson’s “I Like Pizza”. The two are practically the same.)
I’m a Keeper,
Yes, a Keeper,
Not a sweeper or creeper today!
I’m a Keeper,
And that’s how I want things to stay.
FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Yes, that’s [...]