an ill wind stirs the stagnation of solitude
and primed mental devices ignite
his fuse burns, but for how much longer?

rage and hate born of abandonment
red and black color his pockmarked soul
holes plugged with woeful propaganda

lies sown for truth in the sadness of his youth
fed from misery’s outstretched hand
perversion is all he has ever known

the final lie uttered to usher in
a twisted sense of power—joy for his last hour

black the night; red the street
as his dick stiffens in his pants…
burgundy misted chaos kisses his smile

red—black—dead… “tonight at 5pm!”

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh


Don’t freak out, I haven’t lost my mind! 😛 I wanted to try something darker than usual. Something perspectiveish… I don’t know if this is what psychos think/feel, but I imagine it can’t be far off. I also wanted to add a sarcastic nod to the media as well…because they glorify these people. Anyway…not crazy! Just a writer! lol



Thunder No More

I say I did my best, but
my efforts appear attenuated
in time’s long spectrum…
a heart deceived by a head?

through vast seas
of mental anguish I swam
only seeking your shore…
just a storm stirring your waves?

tumultuous clouds now dissipate
hope for another sun to shine…
for new dawn to break a sullied horizon
and I pray you thunder no more…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh



Oh what a devious trap
lain to snare both weak and strong
oh insidious hunter of man
defiler of the righteous!

for how can one of love
not burn in hatred for the hateful
for those who slaughter the innocent
‘ore the ignorance of this world

righteous hatred is not of love
just as night is not of the day
love is love and hate is hate
yet how can we simply tolerate cruelty…

the assertion of an individual’s ideals
over the ideals of another?
we all share the same Earth
we all breathe shared air

wake up humanity!!
you are not wolves!!
you are not sheep!!
we are not but pawns!!!

yet even pawns can check kings…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh 



The sun serves to hide
life’s long dark days
just the shiny surface
on things far more foul

each day a joyful sorrow
masks worn now with ease
hiding from today, but
running towards tomorrow

I’ve given up escape
resolved to bear the cost
of a life not my own
of a world not my home

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh