James Kay : Writing

Murder Is Beautiful

Murder Is Beautiful

A Poem by James Kay


The only evidence left is the place where the grass doesn't grow any more. That spot where we threw the b*****d down. That spot where he felt himself..
Please Take My Hand

Please Take My Hand

A Poem by James Kay


This strap that holds my notebook together, Oh, if it were to break. You'd see all that is inside of me, Everybody that I hate. I covered it in he..
How far did I get?

How far did I get?

A Poem by James Kay


"Tell me more, tell me more! Did you get very far?" Yeah, you want to know how far I got? I fucked her against the f*****g wall. You don'..
Rust

Rust

A Poem by James Kay


I am owned by this place where I do not belong. This satanic mill. And every day I wake up and fear my youth is gone. I swear to God I'll stop ..
Broken Eyes

Broken Eyes

A Poem by James Kay


We want so badly to drink ourselves to death, But we're far too scared to touch the bottles all around us. Years later we're still here, waiting f..
Two Bullets

Two Bullets

A Poem by James Kay


When the blood runs cold you know it's too late to take the bullets back. The moment that begins a lifetime's grief passing through me like an angel'..
My Life Made All Of Blood

My Life Made All Of Blood

A Story by James Kay


My life made all of blood, I drink, I savour the taste, I daub my skin in red, I paint the walls, I draw from the hot vain, I stroke the surface and t..
Looking In The Mirror Now

Looking In The Mirror Now

A Story by James Kay


Looking in The Mirror Now Looking in the mirror now, seeing the ends of last night’s means. Red flecks, stains and drenches the features and ..
Clouded Lenses

Clouded Lenses

A Story by James Kay


I'd just like to avoid any potential cries of plagiarism by acknowledging the fact that the last line is a quote from the song "Our Lady Of Sorro..
Obsidian

Obsidian

A Story by James Kay


Obsidian A figure emerges from the deep. The dark water glistens bright and drips from him in diminuendo. He is unnatural, obsidian, perfect. His f..