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The Abhorrent (by Asylum Black. Words by Chris Vaughn (Futuristlimited)

The Abhorrent (by Asylum Black.  Words by Chris Vaughn (Futuristlimited)

“The Abhorrent” by Asylum Black.

a caustic itch
this cutting bitch is violent
shredding memories of torment
filth inbred so black and dormant
scrape the shit
this fucking spit to defile her
crucible a scream in silence
blackened skin to show the violence.

darkest angel
embracing shadows
bleeding visions
eating shame and sin
feed the hands touching
beasts so hungry
and aching thin
this is the end…

mother’s angry empty nest
a place to sanctify and rest
scathing faithless sunken eyes
wrath of pain in fervent cries
arms are snakes in her embrace
a sack of silhouette and lace
broken model of a child
abhorrent face is so defiled.

lyrics: Christopher Vaughn (futuristlimited)
2014

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conceit.

conceit.

conceit.

breathing heat
a blackout
unfinished ruin
shaking the bones
a venomous rig
fists gagging left
spirals infuriating
methods are pining
for the light
a breaking skintight
aching thin
faces writhe in rhythm
fold right ahead
lit up like memory
a vehement raging
toward empty
to wanting me
eating these fingers
a taste like no other
frothing together
cleaner sickness
to fiend a routine
precious eye
egregious sight
older than this night
crust edging
a larval imbibing
shrill engined
fickle hits
bruised hands cementing
castles this cold
acrimonious thirst
such conceit
a cure for me.

(C) Chris Vaughn 2014

unfinished.

unfinished.

unfinished.

this is a place to die
a god inside my voice
the emptiest truth here
your screaming is sin.

this is a space to cry
a heart without choice
the nestling of fear
your scream is a grin.

this is a face to defy
a soul without noise
the empty makes me hear
your screams are within.

this is a grace to deny
a skin against the hoist
the wrestling you near
your screaming is din.

this is a place to lie
a demon of your choice
the empty truth is clear
you scream again and again.

(C)2014 Christopher Vaughn

Approximate.

Approximate.

approximate.

spirits flicker imprinting
lingering the jagged cleft
stints in brains suggesting
floatations deviled in opine
a gazelle single file rifled
mortal impudence lift out
the drift of colder air leaking
links of children’s laughter
aching a wanderer flip over
ghosts could culture
lips sync and slip sideways
lend hands to the back claw
less nail and capture
forthright the wisdom seek
not to chide but to loom
leave a privacy scene gloom
mortify and monthly torment
spines serving lines in shame
impish pig singing slew
faith is hushing a voice
silt hanging a shadow
spiriting mine in a flake
a flickering impression
forthcoming heartbreak.

(C)2011 Christopher Vaughn

“Men Who Never See”

“Men Who Never See”

cut across this empty stage
a place to brace and circumvent
to reel in mourning light

a face to waking up alone
breath to hold this heavy frame
can seal the heat tonight

closing in towards this sin
a cage within tormenting fate
this sorrow engineering hate

losing time inside the mind
to shake the stones and feel alive
fuel these bones again to find
engineering to survive…

faith in chaos scoring out
a costing memory and fear
selling youth to ward the shame

shove the darker memory
and brace a shuttered camera lens
improve eyes to reveal the game

closing in towards this sin
a cage within tormenting fate
this sorrow engineering hate

losing time inside the mind
to shake the stones and feel alive
fuel these bones again to find
engineering to survive…

too real in morning light
conceal the heat tonight
accosting memory and fear
selling youth toward the shame
embrace a shuttered camera lens
improvise to reveal the game

losing time inside the mind
to shake the stones and feel alive
fuel these bones again to find
engineering to survive

so surreal a god in vanity
these men who never see…

Original Lyrical Composition (C) Christopher Vaughn 2013
Title culled from Composition by Tim Villalba and Paul Seegers 2013
Music Composition by Tim Villalba and Paul Seegers. 2013
Care of Thy Fearful Symmetry. 2013

Dreamt.

Dreamt.

dreamt.

crunchy
inside this dream
ends are tied
this woke me
shook the light
shameless
empty will
a cross to bear
eating skin
this is famous
failure
ignitions within
patient hate
shave the eyelids
cold scream
under covers
love dies
embalmed
delicious moment
a period
freedom shaking
paper cuts
hands shove out
shut this mouth
black light
dark minutes
seeping wounds
feet of druids
millions hide
faith is dust
man is god
less is more
money loves
nothing
is ever real
but blood
guts
stench of fear
this work
my head
cruelty
this dream.

(C)2013
Chris vaughn

sentient.

sentient.

sentient.

this is pace
slow and still
light cutting dark
flow inside this wisdom
silhouettes of death
pain saluting
salutations
successions
blood loss doubting
debts kicking deft
sloths of lovers sucking
sanctioning
dyers needs insatiable
leftover mad
this is red
a mill of thoughtless tension
savior
god in altruism
ejaculate
legs passive and brutal
leap across the faith loop
your mother’s engine
broken in
a birth of sin
this is pace
broken will
night eating day
again.

(C)2013
Christopher Vaughn