"Pain Don't Hurt"

Just a thought!

"Pain don't hurt!"...

    "Screams of the walking dead, poisoned by pain killers"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Just a thought"

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I'm actually starting to feel

After being numb for so long

All these emotions flood in, so real

It's natural but at first it feels so wrong


It won't be easy to travel this path

But now I know I'm not alone

The second I start to feel it won't last

I can reach out and pick up the phone


Meeting people in the same place

Helping each other get through it

Suddenly there's a smile on my face

Because I realize I can do it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(October 2014) Wrote this in rehab. Such a good feeling. This is still how I feel today. I CAN do it. :)

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Final Release

I've tried to find the strength within

The serenity to know peace

But the strange calm of insanity and sin

Keeps me chasing that sweet release


Getting up, stumbling down and back again

Groping the cold dank walls, blind

This twisted fuck is my only friend

Maybe there's no hope to find


Hands reach out, offering assistance

But to me they come as a threat

None of them understand my resistance

The grip of my hand is one theirs won't get


I've been desperately hoping this is all a delusion

But all my mind's eye seeks

Is my only drawn conclusion:

I need that final, sweet release

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(October 2014) Wrote this while I was having a really hard time in rehab.

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Four and Five

An hour pass midnight, my curse is

sleepless, mind weary, creative

thinking, imaginary vision; sleep-

walking in my dreams between



Too walk in the dark one must

embrace the darkness, welcome

Moloch into your dreams, be aware

of the shadows that walk besides

you; often three shadows follow me

....nothing else matters once you

have sold your soul, enjoy the night

,and let the fire burn!


I met a lover in the shadows of the

night; her darkside is similiar to mine

, same interest, struggles, and

addiction....when all is quiet, stoner's

asleep, tweeker's hiding, and prosti-

tutes gone home, my lover and I get

naked and fuck at the crossroads

under dark skies, no moonlight....

only shadows!


Curse the damned, blasphemous,

heaven's abomination including me....

pale horse rider of the armageddon

with sinister ways; my name was

never written in the book of life!


Invocations to the dark, evil, and

unholy with sacrifice will open the

nine gates of hell; be careful when

evoking the spirits of darkness; if

your mind is not ready for what is to

come, your heartbeat will stop at

the sound of my feet approaching

your dreams, destroying your



It is 2:10AM, invocations to the dark

side are becoming rituals, rites of

dragula, perversions, and manisfes-

tations; Lucifer speaks in demonic

tongues, no need to translate, I

understand! Invocations to Lillith

with ghost songs in cemeteries at

the witching hour; my soul possess,

the evil within bleeds over the tombs

of the dead!


SoulKritic 2014 Copyright

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Curses and Invocations....

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Make Up Sex

The Lust

Tear my skin apart

Let me feel your desire

Open wounds of passion

Set my soul on fire


Passionate licks

trail down my neck

Kissing so hard

I'm under attack.


Don't hold back

I'm not finished with you yet.

Rip off my clothes,

Make me later regret.


Touch me possessively

Seduce my skin

Let me be yours

Just let me in.


Hold my wrists to the bed

Make me anticipate 

A battle has begun

Destruction: Let's create


Manipulate my body

Grind in generous submission

Control my desire

Send me back to remission.


Skin begging to be caressed

You make me beg for release

Whispering in my ear

Oh, please. Please. Please.


Moving across the bed

Seductive bodies dancing

A rhythm so sly and evil

It's nearly romancing.


Finish the job, dear.

My skin only craves you

Let me know you want me

Please, baby, say you do.


Creshendo then silence

Anticipation for the night

Will this be the last time

Or will we be alright?


What can you call this

Something so pure but taint

So thick with obscurity

Muddled down with old paint.


Hiding the flaws in the walls

Sex cannot fix our quandary

So shall we try again?

Wash away the inquiry.


We have nothing left

Love replaced by lust

Our love has failed us

Dead to become dust.

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The dark and the holy,


Atop a shiny devil,


Rise does the heat and inhaled they go racing,


Simple is the act,


The scene always plain,


But with it the ever lurking pain,




I took to the mirror,


A shallow thing,


Lost and found again,










Why does love come to mind?


For I love so greatly,


But why?




The mirror takes guide,


It's light too bright,


It's hand wreathing mine,


And pulled with great force through time,




"This is why."


It speaks and tattles of me,


"These the great torments be."


"A weeping worry to many."




It's cold and bitter glow,


It's sorrowful woes,


A mirror to the mind,




"And these your loves be, roses given up to the wind and plucked carefully."


"Watch them..........................wisp beyond the mountain, pedals red through the valley, and bled Earths bend beyond and beckon."




"Had they a choice? The beauties red? Of love fleeting and endless dread?"


"A mind so weak, a tattered score, strummed and sung in the lowest chord?"


"Why love? A thought from the deepest core, when night consumes and all abhor. A lonley voice on the tips of time, the last rebuke of a dreary kind."




For love I cry,


For those I've hurt,


The unseen tears they didn't deserve,


For love I plead,


Forgive me,




And strike it unto me,


For awoke the great beast cavernously,


And turned the tide,




Of heart sunken ships,


And portholed lungs,


Black the powder bore my mind,




But with last my breath,


And to mirrored imaginations,


To friends,


To love,


And all our sensations,


For lust,


And grief,


And sorrow I'd give,


My life and heart for your happiness,




It's you I love and all I adore,


It's you I'll die happily for,


The strength I find and will I get,


It's all for you...






"And close your eyes...for the heart needs no sight...and listen not... for the ears divide...but feel."


Shadow Secrets


In the midnight run shadows show face in the dark

thoughts that cloud shadows' mind-


They become animals roaming the dark streets of 

decadence, perversion; ungodly sins...


In between shadows lurk the spirits of evil men

and unholy women, selling their souls for tricks

and cheap fixes-


You here the screams of the raped, beaten in the

streets; shadows mind their own business; every

night blood spills upon shadows feet-


Shadows mingle and dance in the dark gardens of

cemeteries, singing songs of malice with the wicked

minds that join them-


Discreetly blending with shadows on the walls....

murmuring, whisperng in tongues; laughing at the

victims the night has claimed-


As the rise of dusk nears all the shadows come out

of the dark walls and halls; if you focus your sight at

the darkness that surrounds, you will see a glimpse

of a shadow's metamorph to a human being walking

into the light as if they belong-


Fooling other's; fooling themselves....Animals!!

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Wasting away,

On this island I've made,

Got it made in the shade,



Is no concern of mine,

Drifting in and outta mind,

Tryin to leave it all behind,


In the distance they appear,

Rumbling softly into my ears,

Storm clouds now are getn near,


Things arent what they seem to be,

Look down deep inside of me,

Disillusioned in what I now see,


But I fret and tatter not,

For my sins in the substance got,

I inhale its fragrant rot,


Until the next time I will score,

I hear no thunder evermore,

Stopped the rain before the pour,

This junkies' life that I adorn.....

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Death of a Libertine

She Beguiles my senses, but in the past tense;
Extravagant blunderings, drunken and bent.
Decadent pagentry on forsaken dollar;
Corrosion  of tongue and flagrance and squalor.
Depths of despair: The vagrant that wanders
Loathsome and caged  resides my purged  heart
Reviled by th'eyes and ears of the art;
Death by which pleasure? (the Libertine ponders)
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libertine is one devoid of most moral restraints, which are seen as unnecessary or undesirable, especially one who ignores or even spurns accepted morals and forms of behaviour sanctified by the larger society.[1][2] Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses. As a philosophy, libertinism gained new-found adherents in the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries. (Wikipedia definition)

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