Vania Friends

Babydoll loves the

taste of thc and

the feel of fetynal

lately I've been too up

riding that crazy train

1st stop all the way

to the end

remaining on the rails

has proved a test

I can't share my heart

nor head with

someone being like this

so babydoll suffers from

my selfish mode

of living

tho I dunno if you can

truly call if that

it's more like barely existing

very poorly coping

staying awake to forget

staying away to recall

any last vestige

of actually relating to

others in this so
called society

daunting task since

now I'm one of

the McDonald's people,

aimless sitting and ordering 

$1 items to continue 

sitting aimless

talk to none by choice

hours spent alone

with having no true home

I'm jus like wherever I may roam

following the feeling reeling

inside my bones but

my answer is no closer

and I've grown tired

so tired

of wandering the same 6 miles

killing all my time 

in anxiety wasteland
and boring myself

to living dead

the fun house massacre

The dirtiest shape I

ever saw my hands in

was the time when I

pulled them from your sternum

Intestines dripping,

my love is lifting

feel of your last breath

As those lungs cease existing

I could almost cry

at this gorgeous sight

white cells and plasma

pooling your head

in miasma

halo of splatter making

the sacrifice matter

less obvious but harder

than head on a platter

life's little martyr

enticingly sadder

I know it's time to

begin clean up but

I feel stuck in the beauty

of how your pretty dying

makes you my executie

All damn day seems

I could watch your

blood streams and recall

all the screams. Sounds

of undone serene home

invasion scenes

and for tonight at least

you have been my queen

a quench for a deep thirst

satiated by skin bursts

as my precious implement

did its very worst

thank you again

participant even if unwilling

you have not died in vain

you died by random killing

Cuz even tho now we

are closer than family

jus an hour ago

you didn't even exist to me

Barber Crampton / head West

Cut off the head

and the body will writhe

after death skill I

learned in my life

decapitated placement

between such living thighs

and a shinier blue bestow

her eyes

a needful of serum

to the cerebellum is

jus a tasty touch

a party favor merely

toxins alone is

never enough

I gave life to

the clinical dead

earning my wings

on the sights of

my head

Betrothed to the science

and less the emotion

a snapped spine is fine

if you keep it in motion

laying supine upon

the table an examination

will demand sensation

only if capable...

💀💉🔓

...to truly figure out

a synthesized god-like ability

you hafta expect bumps

hiccups and hang-ups

and no one wants to give

any time up, tied up

is jus part of the scientific

method we are forced

to employ

My work is so close

to desired result a.k.a

Perfection

all the failures

and unintended side effects

worth it... if I can work

undisturbed, I can work wonders

neon green glowing immortality

instead I'm the bad guy

for coming off singular,

methodical, and

obsessionally psychotic

for having a purpose, nay,

destiny to fulfill

and events may transpire

people might react poorly

my research ongoing

pieces of tissue crawling

violent impulsive attacks

can all be handled as needed

but we are so close

we will be heroes

jus for one day-

Will you please shut up and

help me kill this

reanimated corpse

and bury it out back

I have too much work to do

... and I can't be disturbed