Some more poetry

 I stood there solid, hard like a stone grave built on a solid foundation

i get sick as a zombie when there is a feeding frenzy

i mean i have the brains for this shit, why do I? i keep playin myself

i ask the gods to keep the dead outta my wits

its outta my league, ghost stories of the unreincarnated 

mixed together with the devils vials of blood and petrified venom

so who ties these ties that bind

blasphemy and days of askin thee, is who is the forsaken

and who stands out as if you were a blue colored satan

freaks get together and hang above the anvil

waiting to get dropped with bad dialogue

dub they for who they may not, spit sadness in the  heart of man

i share the visuls of blind men

huddled in a circle, telling ghost stories

of how it felt, putting thier hands on them

soaked with the blood purity

etched are the scars that kept us together