dig in
chadwick
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digging in like a hammer's claw end
slamming into my flesh
loud as fuck music i dislike
something like breaking glass with cinder blocks
starting over inside some bullshit festival rattling my goddamn brain
along the way
virgins giving in
raining down throwing away
again the claw hammer's bloody end tearing apart until done
the weather tonight
a grandfather clock sounding of bitterness
should be what it is not
should be where it is not
lost & glad
found & pleased
haven't been in all years down here plus seven
he has destroyed every giant
murdered all mystical
took away endings including tomorrow eyes
pictured them all against my black night coat
something like a mask brought down
but never removed
something like a hanger waiting and waiting
till blood pools are formed filled layed out
and scabbed over
torn open again
drug over embers thrown to the ground
then folded around each crusifix like a shawl
for my own concealment
this was an accident
but soon angels are coming
they'll sit with me at the table
i've given to the alter
fruit, water, hang fire, incense, & double lit candles
all making my flesh itch
something's digging in
something wants in
something wants in
god damn wanting in
something bigger
something bigger
something something in and in more
i feel the fucker sinking in
my spine is taking the fucker blaming
hammering at my bones
this black shadow has met its match
no giving in
no giving in
spit at the fucker
sweat
boiling
kill my agony
hammer's claw end against my meat
tear my eyes out
boil me down
stew tea
compare what is not comparable
its hands around me taking me to the bloody wall
my goals thrown out the weak ass window full of barbwire
all a mess
my walk broken done limp
(part I)...
slamming into my flesh
loud as fuck music i dislike
something like breaking glass with cinder blocks
starting over inside some bullshit festival rattling my goddamn brain
along the way
virgins giving in
raining down throwing away
again the claw hammer's bloody end tearing apart until done
the weather tonight
a grandfather clock sounding of bitterness
should be what it is not
should be where it is not
lost & glad
found & pleased
haven't been in all years down here plus seven
he has destroyed every giant
murdered all mystical
took away endings including tomorrow eyes
pictured them all against my black night coat
something like a mask brought down
but never removed
something like a hanger waiting and waiting
till blood pools are formed filled layed out
and scabbed over
torn open again
drug over embers thrown to the ground
then folded around each crusifix like a shawl
for my own concealment
this was an accident
but soon angels are coming
they'll sit with me at the table
i've given to the alter
fruit, water, hang fire, incense, & double lit candles
all making my flesh itch
something's digging in
something wants in
something wants in
god damn wanting in
something bigger
something bigger
something something in and in more
i feel the fucker sinking in
my spine is taking the fucker blaming
hammering at my bones
this black shadow has met its match
no giving in
no giving in
spit at the fucker
sweat
boiling
kill my agony
hammer's claw end against my meat
tear my eyes out
boil me down
stew tea
compare what is not comparable
its hands around me taking me to the bloody wall
my goals thrown out the weak ass window full of barbwire
all a mess
my walk broken done limp
(part I)...
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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fucking thing's been gnawing at my inner ears
fucker wants me strung up like a field dressed deer
removed my skin as if fur
remove my head as if trophied out
and the removal of my
and the removal of my
the bastard took all my ribs
tossed my torso meat over his firepit
ate my lungs raw
and tore into my guts like a hyena
still somehow i walk
i crawl
sometimes i have mathskills
i have math bills
somewhat bottles
this the massive shredding bladed claw hammer
and in darkness fog has fell
the mighty fight
)stupid fucking poem)
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce