Poems

Decompression Sickness Nitrogen dissolves inside the blood at pressure in the deep,and if you rise too fast the bubbles wake from their deep sleep,and form inside the tissues and the joints and in the brain,and what they call the bends will turn ascent into a pain. The lesson of the bends is not to surface […]

Dead Girls Never Ghost You I met her at a graveyard rave—lace corset, crooked grin, eyes like unpaid debt.Said she only dates the living ironically,and I was just sober enough to qualify. Her tongue was colder than my last girlfriend’s souland twice as honest.We made out behind a mausoleum,carved our names in the headstone. She

Decay’s Promise In crumbling walls where rust’s decree,the stories of decay unfold,each flake a whisper of the old. Abandoned spires in twilight’s plea,each end, a veil where truths are sold,in crumbling walls where rust’s decree. Once bright structures, now memories,yield to time’s relentless mold.New forms arise from what’s been cold. Destruction writes in gold and

Decomposing The body is already in the process, not in death alone,the living body is the body in the overthrownequilibrium of construction and decay occurringat the cellular level simultaneously, the blurringof the line between the built and the unbuilt is nota feature of the end but of the whole. What we got is a body

Cut The Lights Tick of the clock, breath in the dark.Sharpen the grin as the world falls apart.I slip through the screen like a shadow on fire,heartbeat’s a hammer and the moon’s my choir. Every scream’s a chorus, every footstep’s prey.I’m the ghost in the mirror you throw out each day.No mask can hide the

Dance on Your Grave Hairspray, heartbreak—guess who’s back?The queen of trash in a cheetah bra strap.

Courage’s Graveyard Beneath a sky that never grants relief,in soil stamped by centuries of failed resolve,heroes are buried by their own ambitions,marked by stones that mock and absolve. What’s left is not silence,but the aftertaste of every scream bitten back in the dark—a graveyard where courage is not missing,just drowned beneath the weight of every

Crawling Through The Abyss Lost in a world that’s painted black,strapped to the weight, I can’t turn back.The walls are closing, the ceiling’s cracked.I’m crawling through the abyss, there’s no way back. Voices in my head, they scream my name.They twist and turn, but it’s all the same.No escape from the burning flame.I’m locked in

Corpse Factory The machines are relentless, the blood’s the vital sign,in the factory of the damned, where death’s the design.The stench of decay is constant, the screams are mechanized,in the heart of the horror, where the life is compromised. We work through the night, in the cold and the gore,in the corpse factory’s heart, where

Corruption In the heart of the city’s core,where power’s grasp seeks more and more,a politician with a smilehides his lies and greedy cunning. Hands that shake in false accord,deals that line his pocket’s hoard.Every promise made for gain,feeding on the public’s pain. Behind closed doors, the money flows,a hidden world where darkness grows.Contracts signed with