Some are for songs, others are just poetry.
toxic and beautiful, in one hand
the boy shows potential to be a man.
a cannibal rose eats away slowly
its disarming smile fooling the lonely.
his sadistic thoughts sting your brain
as his growth has caused a change.
a bite of the flower will harm you
while his dimeanor whill disarm you.
slowly he goes in for the kill
only to watch his lover's stained blood fill,
fill his eyes with tears that show,
that show his resin, that now will glow.
the cannibal rose attacks at night
you show no fear but your body is tight.
he sings of death but looks of love
with all his power not from above.
his charming wit, will make you spit,
blood of your lungs, and curs'ed thy tongue.
. . . . . .
i try to find some inspiration
im quickly losing interest in this lackluster world.
my nihilistic and sadistic views
are blocked from intrusion with arms uncurled.
fyres and tygers bring the pain
as the rim breaks down this crooked world.