Sex and Murder Magazine

By Michael Mc Aloran
…I want to possess breath opulent enough to mutilate the skyline, observe avaricious children stripping the skins of the dead, the spent teeth of anguish, kicked clean from the mouths of the silent, rotting earth, drowning upon rotting earth the reek of shit in the dreamscapes of desire, colours decaying: spitting my life split-sheared as death, drunk upon the gallows of endless night, where now my love, scattered fragments of bloody ice, in the dregs, further beyond reach intoxicated beyond all longing, fleshed as a still-born, still born into these catacombs of finality, bathing, fucking, knowing no resonance of disease, laughter echoing through the streets I equate with the insane, the beautifully insane, locked unto death, born into death, living through this dying, spilling sperm into bloody orifices, light bulbs shattering, what from this end unto speech, listless to the winds, dreaming of nightmares yet reaching for consolations, the drag, dragging corpses through the depths of shadows, maligned exhalations of heavenly smoke the opiates of semblance, something dying spitting blood in the amber light, spiders crawling across wasted cadavers of night of my futile madness, the blade glistening all the while the blade at the throat it will evolve us, a slaughterhouse sting, a pit of after-birthed tears, breaking upon the rocks of all aspiration, cutting our teeth upon bleak mortality, if ever there was, something less than this, other than this, the clouds spill rusty nails upon empty prayers, praying for an easy death, I pray for ferocity, the absolution of nothing, to recede, never to concede, in the guts of naked flesh, an erect cock a splayed cunt a gashed wound an arsehole, indelible teeth-marks and the slide of cold steel, I shiver, I gorge, I vomit, I continue, we spit dreams like sparks that fade into emptiness, and ever the return, ever the return to this perpetuating emptiness, I remember, I remember fading away, such was my nocturne, as if being sucked down into an all consuming void, somewhere or nowhere to be, the rain pissed down and I awakened covered in vomit, vacant, as if the candle had been slashed out I sat in the darkness, love died that day, it has rarely returned, something else, ashen fingertips, a scream cutting out the sunlight, death mutilated flesh my skin and bones birthed unto waste and in eyes of the dead I am lost -so let me be lost, I shed no tears, somethingnot nothingness will claim me, as I exhale the banquet of my beauty, unto this, the veins scorched, contracted, my fingers search through self-inflicted wounds, my fingers search, I fade out…