Detriment ---------Falling ----------------Body Parts The Fall continues Darkness's will haunts in translucence Letting you see what you're losing As you fall deeper into the pit -----------------------------------------Escapism --------------------------------No chance -----------------------Incubated The Cycle remains fixed Ghosts sing songs of self-hatred Their siren chants spread their hollow form The sparkle of their tears dazzles their victim Forgetfulness -------------Draining ---------------------Resources The Personal Power sleeps One stays isolated, trapped, in a world with bars made of perception Heavy, is the crown of thoughts and feelings My actions do not show my screams, but my habits do show my night terrors ---------------------------------------------------------Starched -------------------------------------------------Brooding ----------------------------Swelling of the heart The Insecurity self-sustains The dreams awaken the eyes Moments of introversion revelate Prison becomes sanctuary The Waters That Be induce chemical reactions Light to water, water to body
So — here again, Strange — as always, Café — in french? typical, Funny — how we always meet at the stroke of each minute, Almost — like the last time was a past life, It Begins — A new encounter each time, Hugging — at the frontier of a new life, each existence, Sweet — is the moment, the fruit we eat, the coffee we drink, The things we say — the moments we share
"The rubble lies at the castle's wake!" and the bishop grows a garden in the blood Missionary tales paint caustic consequences - crunching men like chocolate From one end — to another, the peace we hold holds us from the peace we seek There is no fight, no victory, but an end to the massacre Unshaken peace becomes comfort Unawakened comfort becomes sleep Sleep becomes death If vigour will cause me to live then let my blood bubble like wine The work is in the ease and in the fear To go beyond what is known to my shadow Moving into somewhere with no forward The chaos that swallows, and jails with its teeth No mercy can be given without retribution Those who stay in the shroud, cry and laugh They are now jackals, guard dogs to the world of the broken Once the illusion is dissolved The Pearl of Peace shall fall at your feet Glowing, in the castle's wake.
The stars continue to fluster may I come into your view? The soul looks dark tonight But the mind looks bright today A child is born but never birthed The produce, the milk of the universal radiation The microwaves wash me of doubt they wash me of happiness The power to fall has been realised White has now found black My eyes see now instead of my thoughts The artist's imagination blocks his intuition To create he must become free To succeed he must learn how to be
I want power -- Not over others, To want to see the power within. Potential actualized. The power to work. The power to dream. The power to concentrate. The power to assert oneself. The commander hides within We charge when our backs are against the wall The animal screams and we curse. Through crisis I am energized, The demons call when the angels fail. Underrate me, See what happens. A fire will consume you, and I shall be the catalyst. The monster that lights the match, A fire of pure fucking rage.
I'm at the ready my sword is sheathed. You want war? Come get it. Push me into the battlezone I will eat you alive. The wolves shall starve tonight.
(Mars, God of Rage)
I’m not a bad guy. I don’t rub people the wrong way. I usually try to be nice to people but sometimes they push me, even when they know they shouldn’t. I tried to have a nice day, but she just poked… and poked, and poked, and poked again, and again… until I lost it.
“Ugh! Haha lol”
“Another day at work and I still don’t have a paycheck to show for it…”
“Ha! Tell me about it bro, I’m still praying anytime I tap my card to get a fucking bagel!”
“Yeah! Last thyme I saw toe-st for 3 pounds and I was lyke: errr no?… Hahaha”
“..But anyways, I was thinking we could maybe get some drinks after work. What you guys thinking?”
“HAHAHA YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT BEING POOR YOU PRICK”
“Yeah but I ain’t broke”
“I mean… I don’t mynd…”
“Nah bro, I’ve got uni tomorrow and my lecturer is already on my arse about handing in my dissertation.”
“Oh come on mann…”
“Nahhhh, I can’t.”
“Is it due in tomorrow?”
“THEN why are you worrying? It’s just a few drinks. COME ONN. Pleeeeease, I’m SOO Boredddd, URGH!”
“I don’t know… Maria are you going?..”
“I’ll goe if you goe”
“*sigh*… okay I’ll come…”
“YESSSS!!! Trust me, you won’t regret it ”
I said it with a smile.
“Whatever, can you just go back to your section…”
Turner rolled his eyes.
“Why? it’s a nice day. The sun’s out.”
“So you can do your job?…”
“There’s nobody here!”
“So go do some pot wash then..”
“I’ll get it done! You know I can do it, just let me be..”
“What? No. I want to go home on time, ____”
“You know what I mean…”
He turned to Maria, eyes enlarging,
“Oh for fuck sake, don’t give me this bullshit again — I GET MY JOB DONE!”
“Okay whatever man, just go clean.”
“Nah fam I’m tryna chill.”
“Bro you know if Marsda finds you like this, she’ll kill you. I’m only trying to keep you from being fired…”
“Yeh ____ eet’s not good to bee hear, becoz if Marsda finds you hēre she will get you in traball”
“Urgh, whatever. There’s customers walking towards us anyways”
“____, stop talking.”
“I was just talk–“
“Stop talking, cook faster.”
Marsda was here.
Time passes by.
“Are you deaf?!”
“____, the customer is waiting!”
WAIT FOR FUCK SAKE! IT’S NOT GONNA COME OUT OF THIN AIR! IF YOU WANT IT THEN YOU CAN MAKE IT, FUUCK!
“____, you don’t get to talk to me like that..”
“I can have you reported you know!”
She comes in and takes over,
I tighten my lips, seething in rage.
She finishes and returns to the customer.
“Sorry about that, he’s just slow.”
I clench my fists and fill with acid.
The store quitens.
Manager starts talking with employees.
I clean meanwhile.
Manager goes downstairs.
Brushing past me in a passively-agressive fashion.
Store stays quiet.
I talk to friends.
Manager comes back.
Sees me in a good mood.
Starts shouting at me.
I walk away.
“____, come here.”
I give her the benefit of a doubt.
She bollocks me.
“You do NOTHING!”
“You don’t know NOTHING!”
I tell her:
“NO IT’S NOT.”
She won’t stop.
I tell her: Okay.
She won’t stop.
I breathe in harder.
My eyes roll and my jaw locks in.
My nostrils flare.
She pokes me in my chest.
She’s poking the bear.
I tell her to stop it.
She pokes me again.
I tell her to stop.
She doesn’t stop.
I walk away.
She grabs my arm.
I knock her front teeth out.
Her noise fades, I only hear white noise.
No sound, I can’t see.
I can’t hear her screaming.
Perpetrator statement – During incident (Describing CCTV footage(inaudible) between 16:37:52 and 16:54:56:
A mindless rage swept ash into my eyes, flashing white light – reflected from the chrome kitchen tabletops, only to undress my vision to the rushing blood beneath my eyelids, then black. My mind evaporated and all that was left was the steam venting out of my nostrils. I pounced at the bitch, reaching for her neck – grabbing at it like a champagne bottle, only to land sitting on her pillow-of-a stomach, soft like a marshmellow, perfect to rest on as I tightened my grip on her neck, twisting the dry skin of my palms against her thyroid like a salt-shaker. Grinding, grazing and warping the thin skin above her airway. I switched to quick striking then clawing at the flesh on her eyelids, screetching and scratching, fueled by vengence and a fire of pure fucking hatred. I didn’t stop, I didn’t want to – I was enjoying it, laughing. My nails collected the freckles of her face only to dip them back into her bloody scars again and again and again. It was like mulling wine. Excavating, each scrape scratched off a layer of her forehead and the dead skin between. Then SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! I pummelled her head in with my fist like a dirty wrench, turning her head into potato mash with a vermillion gravy dressing on the side. I heard nothing but radio noise. I could feel my chuckles gear up laughter from the pit of my diaphragm. Like daggers, I set my teeth into her neck popping her veins like a balloon. It was all too good for me. I could feel her kicking and screaming but to no avail. I wanted to kill her and once I started, I would end it. Two minutes could only be so long. I guess they were right: Time goes fast when you’re having fun. The more she kicked and pushed, the closer she was to losing it. With blood in my teeth and spread across my face, I would continue by taking my two thumbs and pushing them into her windpipes. It was like playdoh but crunchier. She screamed trying to claw me off but I would only elbow her to keep her down, by then everytime she’d gasp for air her own blood would drip into her open mouth from my face, salted with my sweat as I hanged over her. She was reaching climax. I had won and she would only start fade but I would keep going, eating like an animal. Her blood was horrible, marroon, chunky; fat and tar. It had some grit to it between my teeth. By then I got what I wanted so I whipped my head back, pulling her by the strings of her hair, hold then BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, B… like cracking an egg. Bashing her cerebellum, I would not rest until I had broken to her gooey core. So I WHACKED AND WHACKED AND WHACKED her head against the cheap concrete floor until I saw red yolk run across the surface. She was just gurgling, choking on her own blood. The shock had caused her to seizure. She clinched onto my shirt with all she had left for one last grasp before slowly releasing, thus shivering uncrontronably. But I kept going and then 1, 2 , CUR- RACK!. It was over.
So much violence, so much bloodshed, over. What a show. It was done. The rage that consumed me had taken her, now all that was left was to wait for the vultures. Its so funny how rage warms you, more than love, heating you from cold nothing and absolutely filling you. A momentary lapse of reason, momentary. The heat from my head had drifted and as my heart rate slowed down I started to feel the cold of my finger tips. I looked down. Suddenly my eyes widened, muscles tightened and stomach plunged dowwwwwwwwwn. I leaped back in a state of fear, shock and disbelief. Backed into the mini fridge I cowered, “no… no.. no… no.. no.. nonononono…” and started crying, rocking backwards and forwards holding onto my knees with my head tucked in between. I didn’t even want to look. I could sense the ambience of the room and the fear that gripped my coworkers and the customers. My heart had never beated so fast. I knew what I had done. I didn’t want to believe it. I knew what it meant. I knew there was no escape – only witnesses. I looked down at my toes and saw the blood flowing under the soles of my shoes. I knew what I had done to the rest of my life. I cried even harder, crying like a child with veins popping out of my neck, sobbing. I watched the tears splash on the floor, streaming from my eyes down to my lips, mixing with the mucus and saliva that hanged there aswell. I looked up to see wide open eyes and people turned blue. I could only mutter “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry” before I tucked my head back in. Then 5 seconds later I heard heavy boots against the shop floor — running in my direction saying, “GET DOWN! GET YOUR HANDS UP! GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING GROUND!”. It was done and I was over. The vultures were here for me, not her. After everything was done and the smoke had cleared I knew, I was done.
Should we rid of the sun because, it culti-vates shadows? Should the light burn on, if it only makes darkness? The star that burns brightest has nothing to hide. And in that nothing, breeds darkness that haunts us.
Swaying my hand through the night sky like water My fingers river through time and space causing ripples The stars, watching, float in ominous darkness Orion's polka-dot reflection skates on the ocean's jagged plane. Rafting towards the edge of the world, I surf on the ocean's creases Rocking and rolling Rising and falling Not to find the horizon until morning It hazed away and left me here, bare, with the gods Forces of nature sling from left to right before me - Things I cannot see but dreams I can yet feel Streams pull in and out as the heartstrings of the moon's tides I stir the ocean's kiss with my paddle like a chocalate mousse Then reach for the moon, pulling it closer towards my latitude In order to illuminate my view of the universe as I sit on my dry wooden raft and read my poetry in peace.
Keep it simple, Keep it true. I love you.