Bier Witness

Bier Witness

multimodalman by unixarcade

Missing living hating. Earning to kill - killer. I know how. You can-
not stop me if I do not want you to. Preciseness with open view-
points tearing at me. To leave this place. The fetters are tight cut-
ting "bleed". To hate  "o"  to hate trying to fight my inhibitions.
Ready to befoul the world. I shan't I must stay deep oceans infinite,
boundless. There is nothing to stop dread dream. Yet human form
helps to nurture the boundaries. This will not be so upon me.

Silhouette of shadow

Silhouette of shadow

akidemonofthe9hells by unixarcade

Impoverished the dog that stands before me. Is he naught a man?
He is bestial I see it within his ka. He is a dark beast. These powers
welcome him. In his desperation he strikes out only to find that it
was nothing he struck.
O darkness the silent embrace. Night black pictures hanging. On red
walls. Yes this is a house of man. See his face.

Wonderful Black world

Wonderful Black world

The Swimmer by unixarcade

Dancing cheek to cheek in the night.
I never get to see your flight.
The bats in the belfry all in a row.
My Halloween pumpkins carved with my toe.
Jack o lanterns all set ablaze.
Devils Night is always burning in my city.
Want to help me the arson.
I can hear the crackle now and the smell of smoke.
If I light you ablaze then you shall know thine fathers sins upon my
coven.
Massachusetts set ablaze at the stake.
Witches tormented, for their practices.
Tortured Christians for their sins.
Lexatalonis.
The skeletons are roaming.
I can hear their moanings.
The scream of the banshee was just a woman being mugged in the
alley.
Yes, the men get beaten too; there is equality in pain.
Everyone must suffer.
Spooky story’s told on Halloween.
Living Halloween, razor-blade candy.
Only tricks, never treats.
What candy should I eat?
Lost parlor, no reflection.
Blood on my cheek my makeup your blood.
So pretty are the graveyards, where I spend most of my time play-
ing the ocarina High atop tombs.
Gate keeper and musician, muse.
One Dram to pass the river.
Stooped low and watching in the darkness.

Scribbles and a black crayon

Scribbles and a black crayon

mrkandtree by unixarcade

I pull my black market from my black pants.

We are going to mark up the city tonight.

Let us tag the walls with our black scrawlings.

Let us bring blur and cacophony to the perimeter.

Let us take a black crayon on some white paper and draw our dreams.

The black paint on my walls makes the turbulence captivate them.

Screams and shouts, shout it all out black words.

When I was a little I, I used to make little stick figures with guns in black.

I loved the sight of the little stick figures brains being blown all over that sheet of paper.

When I was little I loved my black crayon.

A can of black spray paint to tag the city walls with cryptic signals.

Messages for the others to read.

Me and a black crayon drawing spirals.

Spinning black circles in the black nights.

If music had a color I would want to paint it black.

The song that I sing to you is a black song.

Never Innocent

Never Innocent

thesnake by unixarcade

It is my world built in pain, black molly swimming through the wake.
Sexy sleekness bottled water fantasy the lead befouls us.
Sharks sublime sense.
Not shrouding slaking down death’s-head moths.
The pill of the fish fractures, are the bones of tomorrow’s youth.
Filleted foundlings fixated in freshness on ice.
This fish fillet is born to die.
Never innocent was born of animal.