Miniature scientist men
snuck through the cobweb canyons of my mind,
lacing veins full of venom.
Purple serum poison
coursed through the pipeline
to the decision making main frame.
Tiny evil blimps
dropped bombs in my brain
to destroy the righteous doves that remained,
until I strained no more
giving in to the slow

I am a calculating killer commando
firing shots from my self righteous rifle.
My reputation piercing rounds
rip holes
in innocent souls.
I am a menacing mercenary
marching with pride
under false disguise.
I am a verbal assault samurai
wielding words like warrior swords.
I am a mind's eye murderer
taking lives in my spare time
with judgment in my eye.
I am a lowly snake.
I'll swallow you whole
with no control.
No questions,
no judge or jury,
no sentence or parole,
just a slippery fall
into my stomach walls.
I am a heartless vulcher.
I am a ruthless jackal.
My sharpened tongue slashes
and gashes your chest.
It rips your lungs wide,
takes your breath and pride.
With labored breathing you look to my face
hoping for an ounce
of mercy,
finding no trace,
for kindness never comes from darkened eyes.
Instead jagged jaws fall
with sledgehammer strength,
clamping and crushing,
slicing and dicing your flesh.
Teeth tear skin from brittle bone,
marrow exposed,
stench festers
from gaping holes.
Finally the scaffolding of your legs
crumple lifeless and fold
under the two ton weight of hate.


This is probably my darkest writing.


Lyrics By Thrice-All The World Is Mad-From The Album 'Beggars'

We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.

We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?

Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone-
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.

We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.

But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.

Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.



With just a few words,
a line of
nouns and verbs
strung together by the devil on your shoulder,
whispering into your ear,
drunk on pride
like you've had too many beers.
words that go out
are more like spears
and knives
they spring up from the content of what's inside
of your heart.
Your mouth throwing dart after dart
at the target of the heart
of your brother.


-I wrote this just thinking of how rude and hurtful I've been with people in the past. And also how hurtful people have been to me at times. We can be capable of some really degrading words sometimes, words that can cut deep and take time to heal.