Inside The Labyrinth

inside the labyrinth
moving back and forward,
forward, backward... backward,
backward,
the forward backward
bastard thoughts.
darkness heaping
upon heap
of heaps
of shit, the pile
of piles piled higher and higher
slippery, stinking, putrescent shit
full of contempt.
you find
the corruptible
wastebucket that you are.
can't hold water,
can't hold the wine
the breath of life,
you constantly breath out
instead of in,
wasted lungs of fungus
disease,
dank
dark
depravity
destructive killing
life ripping unpleasantries
tear the life from you
and you don't have the balls
to care anymore.
you've listened to the lies
forever
believing every one
and now you lay down
with death
wishes
staring, gloating
from every corner.
the screwed up lightbulbs
screwed out,
blank
blankety blank,
blank
you're a stain on the earth
polluting Gods creation.
believing you had something
to offer,
you cough and choke
and puke,
the real you
is buried beneath
a heap of bullshit.
worthless,
nothing good inside
it's all polluted
by unbelief
lies,
voices calling
if you stay
inside the labyrinth
you die.

CORRUPTIBLE WORDS

Giving up
on life
life you've never had
with all the others,
so much alike
riding the same train,
train of thoughts
untrained
and yet
trained to kill,
destroy
detach
disassemble,
the members of life.
holding
onto threads
of hope
cope.

dead men
in long lines of dead men
on street corners
on buses
in houses,
in ditches
and boxes,
burnt out images
buried beneath
forgotten memories
the snow white surface,
bleak
imaginary
surface
all hold onto,
but
the handles are broken
by corruptible words
already spoken.

(Dec.00)