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Original Dark Poetry
and other twisted inspirations.

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Insanity shadows my every last move.
My mind filled with madness, they do not approve.
Insomnia my partner, all through the night.
Dementia my comrade, in dark and in light.
Hallucinations ooze freely, from out of my pores.
It helps very little to lock all the doors.
Hysteria visits me, every now and again.
I've never known peace, or been truly zen.
So I wait for the day, I stop breathing and die,
and the worms drink the tears that fall from my eye.
At last I will have, the rest that I wanted.
No more feeling freaked-out, no more being haunted.
Silence, serenity, and eternal slumber.
Six feet deep, in a box from old lumber.

The future is but mindless flesh moving slowly towards an empty grave.

Death lurks
around every corner.
In it's wake
the tearful mourner.

You think you're fine
but then you're not.
You're in a box
in a grave yard plot.

Unless of course
you were born a rat
and munched to pieces
by a big fat cat.

evil lurks

Forget the viewing
if that's the case.
Remains are few.
You have no face.

So watch your back,
be at your best,
before you take
that eternal rest.

Be happy and enjoy,
you're alive today!
Tomorrow you might be
voracious death's prey.

Your lies are the only truth that ever lived.

Sarah's Wedding Day

The birds are chirping,
Spring flowers they sway.
The morning has come,
it's Sarah's wedding day.
She fixes her hair
in front of the mirror,
realizing the day
is finally here.
Harnesses jingle,
hooves pounding near,
she runs to the window,
he's already here.
She darts to the door,
bursts out of her room.
She runs to the stairs,
to meet with her groom.
Her love waits at the door
with flowers in hand,
his pocket it shelters
her gold wedding band.
Her eyes light up,
she runs down the stairs,
her heel gets caught,
her lovely dress tears.
She flies to the floor
like a bird from the sky.
She lands at his feet
without even a sigh.
Her love falls to his knees,
all stricken with grief,
he kisses he lips,
her heart has no beat.
He looks towards the heavens,
his face stained with tears,
he swears he won't rest,
'till his heart's with his dear's.
He grabs at the table,
he clutches a knife.
He raises it up high,
he takes his own life.

Five centuries have passed
since that grief stricken day,
yet the roses still bloom
in the warm month of May.

Life does go on,
the flowers still sway,
but we'll always remember,
poor Sarah's wedding day.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe

From the "Suicidal Tendencies live at the Olympic Auditorium" DVD.
Directed by Glen Bennett.
Suicidal Tendencies - I Saw Your Mommy
(Live in Brasil - May 2008)
Suicidal Tendencies - "I Saw Your Mommy"
(Live - 1984)
Suicidal Tendencies - "I Saw Your Mommy"
(Live in Madrid 1993)

I Saw Your Mommy

by Suicidal Tendencies

Yesterday, as I went out of the house
I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
Lying face down in the sewer
I got up closer and realized that I knew her
All her organs coming from her inside
Slashed up skin sliced up hide
Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head
That's when I realized she was dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

Twisted body chopped off feet
Her body was minced meat
Bugs crawling on her arms
She's dead, can't do no harm
Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I watched her as she bled
Chewed off toes on her chopped off feet
I took a picture cause I thought it was neat
But the thing I like seeing the best
Was the rodents using her hair as a nest
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw her lying in a pool of red
I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see
Your dead mommy lying in front of me
I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor
I hope she dies twenty times more
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead

When you struggle in your dreams,
not even your pillow can hear your screams.