Abortion Tongue
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “…until the swollen egg begins to drown
in the bath of raw waste that will soon spill out
in that my child will sit as I suck every little bit…”
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Roses Are Dead
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Roses are red, bathed in a pool of blood
blood of a god, your gods above
a cross of red bled into its chest
hole in the head, bleeding out, dead…’
Plunge Into the Deep End
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Shadow my name, if there is one now
I’m eating my share of the emptiness
as the bright shard of light dimmed down…’
questions of a heart
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung
Method: Enslave
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “try to keep the –stran-gle-hold
“on my own –self-con-trol
“try to keep mind —from-insan-ity
“we all fall to sickness,
“…the-tra-ge-dyâ€
Poor, Little Clown
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “With a cleaver in one hand and a fork in the other
“He eats out his prey like he did his own mother
“You’ll never take him down
“No, you never will
as he rolls to your townâ€
NEKRO-FEEL-IA (formerly Necro-gasm)
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Here I stand, alone in the dark;
In the presence of fear, with the casket so near
Come to me, I’m calling to you;
Rise from your tomb, my dead dear
Please…(hear me…)
Please…(touch me…)
Please…(feel me…)
Please…(fuck me…)”
“the Madness of Houses”
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…Internalize the hatred that I feel…internalize the pain that tries to peel…away the veneer that I’ve tried to make…love and hate for all the dues I’ve paid…internalize the pain, internalize the shame…externalize your name…a slow death process on glimmering wings…’
khaos kollective
There is a way to make the will manifest as music to stir the soul, and my quest is merely in making such possibilities so, though it feels that I am pressed to make this a reality myself…
