Dream age

[Something Fast]

Daddy looks less human with his forehead all cut up,
We put a bullet through his temple but it didn't shut him up.
The ghost in the hallway pushed me to my knees,
I don't know what happened next but I know things come in threes.
My tongue got trapped in the eyehole of a mask,
Then I had to find something and then complete a useless task.
I went to a party where I was the epitome of wit,
Got into a violent fight but couldn't land a hit.
Reunions with friends gone more years than I'll name,
And flashes to a time before the ice age came.
A virgin whore waiting for me all hot and wet,
Scenes of things that haven't happened yet.
Tattered dresses and a bookcase in a cloud,
Linked me to another world, a bed behind a shroud.

I dreamed you down stairs of slate,
I dreamed you a broken nose.
I dreamed you a favoured fate,
I dreamed you blood-soaked clothes.
I dreamed you dead.

No shoulders for corsets,
Dinners with marmosets.
A fist-full of garrote wire,
Clinging to a church spire.
All painfully derivative,
Yet still indicative.
Of something,
Or nothing.

[Something Fast]

Alley Bound Notebook (taken from a lyrics challenge on another site and written just after getting home after the ordeal of christmas shopping)

I had a little notebook,
Well loved and well worn.
It had a simple cardboard cover
Badly treated and badly torn.
One day I made a discovery -
It never lacked for pages.
If I sacrificed something to it,
It would last throughout the ages.

I waited in a lane way
For a victim to pass by.
It was a nice cul de sac,
Though its scent was rather high.
Drunks stopped to empty bladders
Though they weren't fit to use.
I wanted someone young in years,
Someone hot I could abuse.

After the longest time
My wait was at an end.
I came across the finest lass
To carve, shape and bend.
I opened a bag full to the brim
With tools for the task.
I carved, I shaped, I snapped, I bent,
(You even had to ask?)

The way I tanned the leather
Is positively Moroccan.
(If you were a prude,
You'd say it were rather shocking.)
The new binding for my book,
Was soft and malleable.
Apparently the leather donor,
Her name was Alley Mable.

[ajca]

...ok

[Something Fast]

What can I say, I like the mock psychotic style.