More delightfully dark and twisted stream of consciousness stuff because I love delightfully dark and twisted! It just flows out and the more I write, the more ideas I get and the more inspired I become. I’d really love to do something which involves more writing and more wordplay but combining with artwork as well…

Truth Spits In Your Face

Some people
They have everything
In their own minds
They are royalty
Spoiled little princes and princesses
Who deserve all the good in this world
In their minds
They are perfection
They are the shiny happy people
They are the lucky ones
Boy do they like to show it
With their gold
With their achievements
With their careers
Their beautifully expensive clothes
A living walking breathing photocopy
Of a trendy fashion catalogue
They show and tell their lives
Through their smartphones
Through bloodless plastic shark smiles
The lucky ones are happy and healthy
They are pure as the snow
Free of corruption and sin
God loves them but nobody else
They aren’t affected
They aren’t afflicted
With inner disease
Why would they
When there is nothing beneath the surface
Wait
They are not human
So they wouldn’t understand
The affliction
Underneath their human disguise
They are snakes made from plastic
You and I
And everybody else
We’re beneath them
We’re below them
Because we don’t have it all
We don’t have a hope in hell
Know your place
Because they spit in the faces
Of everybody
Having to clean up after them
At the first sign of weakness

But just remember,
Your towering ladder
Your stepping stones into the sky
Nobody reaches the top
Nobody gets to heaven
It’s a risky business
When you are so high up
Because it’s a long fall
And a long way down.
Nothing
Is ever going to bring you to the top
You will never find your storybook ending
Your happily ever after
And you
Are not untouchable.

They will swarm in their mob
And spread disease about you
All over the streets
After shooting and stabbing you in the back
After tearing you to shreds
Like rabid wolves
Just for not being like them
They will come for you
To crucify you
To nail you to their dartboard
We are freaks
Heretics
Lunatics
Who deserve to be locked up
And burned at the stake
They hold the power
When they point the finger
Drive them away
Drive them out of the town
But there’s nowhere to go
Nowhere to escape
There’s no magic beanstalk
To take me away
There’s no giant peach
There’s no Hogwarts Express
There’s no alien space ship

Through their lies
Malice
Their wholesome image
Of how they are such nice people
They cast doubt
All this time
I’m having imaginary conversations with them
Pretending that they are human
Pretending that they are friends
Pretending that they are the good guys
It’s easy to see things for what they really are
When you step back from the bigger picture
It’s been a whole year
Since we last spoke
If you could call it that
Because apparently
I’m not allowed to speak
Unless through a self-elected spokesperson
And even then
They decide what should be spoken
I’ll be back to get you
Some nice sunny day
And you will wish
You never crossed my path at all

I smirk and sneer
And spit
At the faces of those fools
Who think they have it all
My captors
My oppressors
They underestimate me
They thought
I was a puppet
So rigid, easily controllable
But my nose will always stay the same
Because I only speak the truth
I’m not your ventriloquist dummy
You don’t get to speak for me
Decide for me
Control me
I cut the puppet strings a long time ago
Words speak truth
Flames
There is purity in fire
Burning away all their sin
They burn up
When you reflect the mirror right back into their faces
An uncontrollable vessel
They say never to open Pandoras box
For it contains all the sin
All the disease
All the misfortune
But it also contains truth
And we can’t have that in the world, can we?
Because if truth were to exist
They would have to be held accountable
For their crimes
Wicked deeds
It must be awful
For the self-righteous
When they realise
They aren’t at all innocent
Because sinners can always repent
Can’t they?

They look in horror
And shock
As I walk over to their weak frail bodies
Lying on the floor
Caught in my trap
Like fruit flies and other worthless insects
In a spiders web
You can have all your poison back
You can have all my poison
My shame
You thought
I was just some worthless docile little boy
Without a mind to call his own
Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Too stunned
To even utter a word
They squirm
They deny
Even in their last breath
They are the innocent ones
No? If that’s all you’ve got
Then you can
Go To Hell

I guess I’m worried that I’m painting myself in a really negative light here on the forums by writing all this really bitter twisted vengeful stuff but it’s really cathartic and I’m in my element when I can just pour out without worrying about all the ensuing ugliness.