B.A.D. Poem: Distain Observer

I will always be alone,
of this I am sure.
I am more,
than anyone can endure.

I am an outcast,
wherever I go.
You think of the truth,
you can't even know.

Apart from the fray,
is where I belong.
You know that I'm right,
but wish I was wrong.

My existance disturbs you,
of this I'm aware.
Behind the Black Door,
walk if you dare.

You want me to die,
I want you to sin.
Take off your clothes,
then let us begin.

I don't know,
because I can't remember.
Ever making love,
with the opposite member.

I only like you,
just a quick flick.
You think it's love,
it's only a trick.

I want to kiss you,
all over your face.
For you this is triumph,
for me it's disgrace.

I will remain,
a distant observer,
above your distain,
as you maneuver.

Because you know,
way down deep inside.
I want you to run,
but won't let you hide.

B.A.D.

Prime Perspective

All things exist from the proper perspective.
You are already a part of the subconscious collective.
To each our own is the prime directive.

Expanded realities in a bitter- sweet state.
A continuous journey between love and hate.
Exploring the depths of emotional fate.

Standing on the ledge is where it feels right.
Begin to listen and embrace the fright.
Step up not off and grab the tail of my kite.

B.A.D. Poem: Glistening Fables

Dividing death with every last breath,
running in circles and climbing the line.
You will find no short cuts here,
it's the hard way every time.

Count your blessings to yourself,
there's nobody else to listen.
We will multiply and divide all your fears,
fill a lake full of tears and then make it glisten.

We all sometimes dominate here,
up is the direction we round.
There's not a common denominator,
begin with sin and from that expound.

Gold and silver are worthless here and there is never a fare,
everything is real and there are no labels.
You are ready now but only if you dare,
behind the Black Door are your own private fables.

B.A.D. Poem: Dream Valentine

I need you so bad I'm all empty without you.
I know it's an impossible dream to do.
The dream makes me feel extraordinarily new.
I don't think I could handle the real and whole you .

My heart will stop beating,
the moment you touch my hand.
My eyes will start melting,
and blood turn to sand.

You are always so beautiful too,
I still can't tell how you look when I see.
If I had only one wish I would give it to you,
and pray that you make it for me.

A midnight sound check on your vocal cords from me,
with the rest of your strings to follow,
I'll tune you up and then turn you on,
pick you up and play you till dawn.

Giving you pleasure is all that I live for,
wherever we've finished with one to do.
You've got another one coming,
or maybe even two.

I don't care what you think of me,
just treat me like your private whore.
With the bill paid well in advance,
now and forever more.

Whip me, beat me, lick me,
screw me and come all over my snout.
Tell me you love me a thousand times,
pick up your things and then get the fuck out.

B.A.D. Poem: Favorite Wish

I give into sin with everything within,
I find myself alone again once and for all freely.
Fascination for everything you grew times ten,
when you came to me so helplessly.

I don't know what sound you are,
please tune it to the top fun.
I'll dance with you alone under a star,
until the break of dawn.

I really don't love you but like is not the word,
you will lose control and have to stay.
With my hands on your flesh time will fly like a bird.
my persuasive ways are beyond what they say.

With you on top there's nothing else on stage,
you can't escape if there is no barrier.
I'm like a virus of pleasure and rage,
you are the pigeon carrier.

Take everything off there is no need to deal,
you are about to be granted a wish.
It's my wish too for my next to last meal,
and you are my favorite dish.

B.A.D. Poem: Broken Angel

The sun got brighter,
when you were broken.
An angel is killed,
when your name is spoken.

I made you a cake,
with magic poison.
But it only works,
on souls not yet frozen.

Please let me kill you,
under my knife you will fall.
I want to have you stuffed,
and mounted on my wall.

B.A.D. Poem: Pray for Fire

You are swimming around,
in my liquid head.
First you splish then you jump,
and then you land in my bed.

I'm drifting in your beauty,
you are my last hope.
Weave for me the length of your love,
and from it make me a rope.

I just set my boat on fire,
and lit my last flare.
The moment that I saw you,
I used my last prayer.

It doesn't matter you're in the distance,
and off trajectory.
I will swim with endless persistence,
but only when you command me.

B.A.D. Poem: Plucking Angels

Your name is written up in the sky,
in giant big red letters.
Written with the feathers of angels,
dipped in your blood for all of us betters.

An angel dies every moment,
plucking itself to death.
They pluck until they no longer fly,
or until they run out of breath.

You die a little with every stroke,
the well will soon run dry.
If it doesn't for each of your breaths,
there are a thousand angels waiting to try.

B.A.D. Poem: Slowly Bleeding Away

I now know hunger,
since you went away.
I'm empty all over,
you made me this way.

I've never been loved,
since you crossed my path.
You drained me bone dry,
then took a bloodbath.

What ever is left lay bleeding,
slowly draining away.
I need you to come,
but can't let you stay.

B.A.D. Poem: Satan is Nothing

You are less than nothing,
I can't give you away.
I put you on the market,
it crashed in one day.

You dream the nightmares,
for the whole human race.
Angels die a painful death,
when they see your face.

The biggest mistake ever made,
by the heavens above.
Giving you the soul of Satan,
and the face of a lovely dove.