Malignant Thoughts

Just Stuff I See..

Somehow
Whenever I close my eyes
Instead of a dark paradise
I drift into a world of twisted dreams
Dirt like nightmares
And hear
All evil screams.

Somehow
Instead of pretty little wings,
I hear my daughter -
The one of the future -
Asking me if angels wear tongue rings
Too.
I see his junior
Reflecting nothing of the good that rests in the heart of his Senior,
I see him rushing to pubs,
And although he hasn't met her yet
He already knows the face of his next f**k.

I don't see a home of peace and serenity
I see a house -
With walls.
Dried cables.
And hallways that feel like basements.
And beautiful rooms,
That reflect,
The devils eyes.

See
Whenever I
Close my eyes
Reality grabs at my imagination.
Reality murders my minds
Growing population.
Reality
Spreads
Faster
Than
Cancer.