here in this fire I pain
lamenting life’s choices
my failure to believe
my unwillingness to submit

what was life if not mine
a cruel test I’ve come to find
Scopes monkeys in a cage
Syrian rats in malaise

condemned for my confusion, yet
fed on fermented fruit as mother’s milk
too many blurred lines to know, as
puzzle pieces loom just beyond my reach

wretched sorrow is now mine
here the haze is lifted from the blind
scores of tormented souls come to find
the answer was always your mind

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh



Rein Me In And Rain On My Reign – Triad w/Nathalie and AntönyRös

Judge a book by its cover, you’re a fucker
You think you can rein me in, lead my way
Say whatever the fuck you want to say
You don’t know me, the truth I keep inside
I hide from assholes like you
Narcissistic assholes like you
Rein me in and rain on my reign?
Your fangs drip to suck a life
But all you’ll get from me is my knife.


I’ve met your kind before
You think you’re the first?
Shooting acid with your words
Aiming for me like errant pinballs
In my life I’ve uncovered many stones
At times, underneath crawled poisoned toads
Rein me in and rain on my reign?
Not bloody likely, I don’t fucking think so
Get ready to fail & fall on my sword


I’ll reign o’re your thoughts like plague to flesh
slowly eat them alive until only woe is left
I’m not your sick interpretation
I’m the definitive superlative final resignation
the new definition for your mental pain
thought you could rein me in and rain on my reign?
I’ll leave you visibly shaken
laugh as you twitch— and as you beg for abjuration;
I’ll just call it a day and smile as men in white drag you away…


Sometimes we all need to vent our anger over people’s shallow assumptions of who or what we are. That’s what we all did here. Thank you guys for working on this piece with me. Please check out Nathalie and AntönyRös by clicking their links if you haven’t already done so.

Written by Matthew, AntönyRös and Nathalie – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh


how did I drive away

those who happened upon me

as if I am some form of repellent


is it me or is it them

am I something sick

that cannot be self-perceived

is it all in my head

or am I the result of

numerous wrong turns

are they better than me

do I act better than them

was it my spiritual nature

paired with my devilish ways

all I know is I am alone now

I feel those I love

wanting to pull away

wanting to move on

absorbed by their own lives

it doesn’t matter if I am here

or if I am there…

my presence has been estranged…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh

Mind’s Cry

how can you just read in silence
as I bleed my life in words?…
just hollow thoughts?…
fodder for a post?…

expressions of my soul
sounds I fear to speak
so I bind them instead
cast out of my head

to the void of a page…

do you read them in silent rage
do you read them and quietly plan
do you just dismiss or comprehend
do you read just to better pretend

I bleed—I weaken—I die
in words before your eyes
if you’d truly listen I’d try
to speak aloud my mind’s cry

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
Photo: Pinterest



I don’t want
your pity
your empathy
your sympathy

I know what I am…
strength in fragility
placing others before me
something only I see

I know at times
I turn my head
hide in my bed
twist words said

I know my flaws
my casual withdraw
the lack of wherewithal
my willingness to brawl

am I just delusional
seeing myself false
know you not my pulse
tell me if I’m lost

I’ve been told
you reap what your sow
and I’ve felt karma’s blow
so where did the good go…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
Photo: Pinterest