Rhymey stuff I found cleaning out old notebooks last night:

trapped, blood-bound consistency -
life some vague conspiracy.
always the fates combine against
some trebled farce, religious angst.

seedy teenage melodrama:
recovery by blunt head-trauma.

wound inside these ramblings
the truth of how i feel for things:
no emo lack of understanding,
or hypocritical grand-standing -

something faded in the night,
gone before i caught its light.

eerie haunts the hole it made,
and i peel shade away from shade
to frank pursue some dark, some gloaming...

some seed of thought toward which i'm homing.



dank designs of dark deception:
pillage, plunder past perfection,
rape my reason ripe-reflected -
leave me hollow, blind, dejected.
sucked dry, i rattle in my shell.
it echoes empty: full of hell.