My name is Morgan. I'm back to dump the excess waste swirling about in my skull.I mostly write nonsense and will post an occasional doodle. (Everything aside from reblogs is of my own creation.)
Background image drawn by me on my handy dandy tablet.
Egg The East
Paint the ammunition
Thrown at your dying savior
A crown of thorns
With hell to pay
A shit tradition
For a beautiful day
Flesh forgets quickly
Pain and pleasure fleeting fast
Caring for no one
When filing for divorce, there was an ad for 50 dollars off your next divorce.
What the fuck lmao.
Bloodshot eyes
Reflect cancerous skies
As the knife in my back
Falls to the ground
A man, not a tree
In a wooded plain
Falls silently
With no one around
Eternal life
Breathing damnation
Believe old texts
Reincarnation
Some savage lie
About salvation
Forgive, forget
Fight for your nation
But everyone
Deserves a chance
To end this life
To end this dance
Ruin
It is said there’s no rest for the wicked
I was born into a city without eyelids
Beneath an ever blackened sky
The sun set with our morals
The night will never die
Godless alleys bleed outward
Snaking between souls aflame
Hell-borrowed torchlight
This city wears no name
No trace of one was ever found-
Within ruins of shame
No face without addiction
All players in this game
A whoring jurisdiction
The blind leading the lame
Chilblain Princess
She gazed lazily across the frozen lake. A winter-born mirror reflecting a comatose sky. The chilled breeze teased her hair like a dozen shy school-boys rushing past. Closing her eyes in submission, she allowed the brisk morning to explore. The wind with its many brushes stroked her pale canvas flesh. Tasting her every pore, as the clouds rolled and wept. Daydreams swam between countless hilltops. She borrowed the skin of the flock. Falling swiftly from imagined heights, she lost all thought of breath. The Chilblain Princess in her last grand pose, was carried off in the arms of death.
The shattered soul impales the heart
Where tales of love claim sanctuary
In subtle protest, blood clotted dam
The beat of life collides in silence
Crimson droplets bid farewell
To the safety of veins and vanity
Pooling now without a purpose
Freed from the reins of sanity
Dimensionless infinities
The past the present
The present now the future-
Of past without a past
Senseless journey
Trickle toward drying
Mass graves for the dying
Fickle flesh can never last
Pestilence and vile swarms
All along been spying
The epilogue
They’re coming now
And coming fast
Count your blessings
Hang them one by one
Count your fucking blessings
And prepare to run
Dear Dreadful Diary
Dear sweet neglected diary,
My need for thee was waning not long ago, but what events have come to pass! She, yes she! The very she who needed me, tossed me aside… How could it be? She who held my very soul, the she who snared virginity! Was raving as a lunatic! She wanted free!
Just let me be!
Would scream the she, the very she who gave me thee. I was not grasping her sincerity, for how could it be? She wanted out, to run from me? To flee, to flee! Uproot the sound foundation and rip the stitching free!
She should have seen!
She needed me, oh I could see. Her screaming harmed my sanity! Oh dearest dreadful diary, you understand, or can agree…
To let her live was blasphemy! So I forced her to take a knee, blade tracing throat in agony.
She killed herself, you must believe!
A scarlet river sputtered quick! It flowed and raged, it made me sick! But dear damnable diary, can you not fix this tragedy? I long to bring her back, yes she! The very she whom we agree betrayed my loving chivalry! I murdered fate, killed destiny! When out of pain I took her life, split flawless flesh, let spirit flee!
You fucking filthy diary!
I loathe the words inside of thee. For they are me, as you can see. A picture perfect self portrait. A bleeding fucking autobiography! Tonight I end my life quite pitifully. All words spilled without apology. I confess the sins that fathered me. I leave this world, no place to be. Dear dreadful, damnable, diary.
