Bleak Fry Day

This is just for fun. Not really serious.



Lamented with a kiss
Comes a mourning eclipse
Hovering over the light
An ebony mass beguiled
Succumbing to dread’s deceitful insanity
As flesh sweeps the floors shamelessly

Are we/they dead? Which?, Whom?
Are these Ghosts unaware,
That they are even dead?
Shallow inside a hollow grave
Amongst this world’s disarray

And the crowds march on
Singing the cadence of unbeknownst doom
Goosebumps. Anticipation forms in great droves
As they all climb up cheap thrills
By pushing others deep down into depression

A black veil of torment
Blindly spreads around
Taking host to hopelessness
Smiling with tears of fiery enthrallment
As calamity births belligerence

All this manmade travesty believed
As it controls the fates of many
As it destroys the fates of the few

It’s hard to see with oblivious eyes
Because blindness is so very contagious

It’s here
Daze of yonder chaos
Living in deathly disillusion
As a part of us dies,
Standing in the clouds
Toppling each other
As hundreds to thousands become willingly abused

Welcome back, Soon
There will be another bleak Friday
Poor of the riches they thought they had


And then many celebrate their faith on Sunday
A day stolen from ancient times
Learning how all Pagans are “evil”
Bragging about greed’s grace
As they pay the insidiously holier than thou man
So they can be saved for one more year

Welcome to Bleak Fry Day
A hell created by man
Created for men to fallow like sheep

I’ll buy in
Only if I can buy out

Doubtful if anything positive will ever come of this
Because negativity is something this world just loves to bestow

The trEnd



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
11/25/11

Through my Edda's Perspective

With Odin’s day gone
Tyr’s day shall battle on
Besides Thor’s hammer held up high
Upon the glory of Freya’s golden enchantment
Linked into spheres of multi dimensional allegiance

The sun’s day so fiercely fiery
Moon’s day ever so cooling
Tyr’s arm strongly proven
Back to Odin and Thor we go
Till Rangerock comes raging through

A cycle becoming complete
Everything and anything shall eventually cease
Through the legend of the Norse beyond
Into dreams of uncharted journeys gone

Into the present
Midgard, May we all rejoice
Under the wisdom of Yggdrasil
Odin’s unlimited tree of knowledge, But of course

Marching joyously into battle
May all brave Norsemen always reign supreme

Death is the honor of fighting beyond the flesh
Valhalla here we come, Here we come
Straight into the halls of a warriors reunion
Past and presently strong in numbers
Heathens marching in unison

We are one!
We are one!

Awaiting the Norns
To decide our own fate
May our battles always rage on!



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Horror on Slay Slew View

I hold in my hand..
A skeleton key
A key the Reaper bestowed onto me
The key that unlocks Pandora’s box
Letting out
Such vile, Such hideously grotesque things

Ah, Hearing the alluring beauty
Of such phantasmagoric sounds
Beyond a dirge’s comprehension
Descending below infernal deliriums
Clinging onto the wicked wings
Of a fallen Angel’s deception

Hearing the restless spirits scream
Whilst the Phantoms mourn
Zombies eating the brain’s of Satanic mantra sluts
Witches loving Witches
Dracula, All alone feeling scorned

All creatures of the night
Let us spread our own insidious disgrace
This place that makes even hell shake in fear
Taking in the pandemonium
Breathing in the dust
As the cobwebs replenish our skin
Laced upon our dead end lust

Ah, And look the moon, it’s full
Our transformation fully coming
Turning into beasts of debauchery
Howling with orgasmic rage
Giving into our own Lycanthropic urges
As the fog of agony joyously rolls right in
Laden to the night burning with 666 sins

Misery, What is there not to love?
Ah, Such tragedy it can bring
Ah, Such blood it can draw
Skull frolicking to the bones
Moaning such necrophilia moans
On this fright’s ghoul infestation
Where we call this ever expanding graveyard home

Ah, On all hallows eve
Beyond even Baphomet’s eyes foreseen
A phantasmagorical scene spreads out
Tainting all pure things
As the cold air penetrates our skin
In the great seduction of morbid curiosity
Evoking thirteen black cats from their demonic dwellings
Equipped with fiery red eyes set to burn the unwilling

Ah, Our trick is to lure them all in
Our treat is to watch them slowly suffer
Setting up for All Hallows day
Where we wait till the dead of night
To take more souls to our grave of endless torture

Candy full of razors
Embracing the danger
In this fun filled event
Where the living dead
Awaken from the smell of dread
Finally coming out
Of their solitary within

Such happy howling fiends
Turning dreams upside down
Creating nightmares
For the normal people
Who have already lived their lives in fear

Ah, They have no concept of how strong fear really is
It is such an unlimited entity in itself, Oh yes it is indeed

Happy hallows evil
Bring forth hollow screams


From here on out, You will never scare us away again
No matter what you do or say
For all of these years we laid frustrated
Awaiting for the right time to attack
Striking with great vengeance
Fueled with more fury than ever before

Consumed by the terror
I give in to the insanity
Becoming one with this macabre nature
Laughing at those who claimed this event was evil
The oblivious creators of the Reaper’s key, Such Puppets!

Sobriety from the addiction of grace
Ah, I have finally been hallow weaned
Reborn to sin, The endgame to all enlightened dreams

Into this bleak ebony anticlimactic anti rapture
Where I have finally completely succumbed to oblivion’s torment
I shall never rest in peace
Never shall I rest in peace, Never

This black within shall always darken any threat of light,
Always, Forever and all the way to the dismal beyond



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/30/11

War's Arrogance Revealed

Penetrating Pandora’s box
Climaxing to the depths
Of genocidal harmony
Reaching into
This retched heart
As this soul darkens
Into the bosom’s plunder
Of an Angel’s tainted abyss

Crying with shame
A heinous side slides through
Cancerous these emotions succumb
To depths lower than bowery dissension
Drowning in this rat infested sewage within

Laughing manically
Hiding this weakness within
Yet, On the outside, Full of arrogance
As this mind becomes impure
Weakened by irrational thought processions
Possessed by denial’s shallow misanthropic deliriums

It’s so easy to wear a mask
Made from the mass graves of delusional chaos
Smiling oblivious smiles
Distraught from inner travesties
But they seem happy
When I hide this very misery

Diseased by Pandora’s box
Slowly the world sees these misfortunes
Yet, When I begin to see their love for drama’s unfolding
I brag and scream
Every single self heinous act
As they become easy prey for my selfish inflictions

And when each part of me dies
They will make movies
Based on each tragedy
Becoming sympathetic towards me
The dictator of their broken promises
Crying laden tears of guilt
As I hand them tissues
Made from my own razorblade bliss

Come inside Pandora’s box
My new home sweet hell
This orgy is always willing to grow
Birthing deception so prevalent and vain
Bane across the surface
Of those willing to suffer
For the cause of one’s beguiled amusement

Suffer through this manmade hell
Oh, How I love it this way
Rough and scornful
That is where me and my disciples dwell
Counting the days when love fully disobeys

We would never have it any other way
Because I say what shall be so
As my minions cease to realize
They are just pawns
To my favorite game
Human chess
The game I play
Under my own devious control

Society
Say it isn’t soul
As your heart
Becomes my vessel
To the blackening
Of all innocence becoming impure

I love confusion
Such a valuable weapon it truly is
I never loved anyone but myself
Too bad I never existed
Till I was conjured up
By over inflated egos
Basking in the pity of others
Tyrants to the cause
Of their own narcistical needs

I smile
They cry
I won
They are all mine

God? Satan? Ares? Kali? ? Angels? Demons?
It’s up to you to make the call
This form will never truly be known
So you can blame someone else
That is what you are always good at doing anyways

Destroy each other
Never withdrawal from your superior thoughts
For they make my pain turn to pleasure
As I watch you all wallow in your own self pity

I am war
And I love watching everyone go down
Into shells of their former selves
As I relish in the shrapnel of their own destruction

I am the puppet master
Of all worst things to come

Death is my love
And that is all
For which I will ever know

Everyone accepts me
Because I take them hostage
Thus I own every one of their souls

Peace?
That ceases to ever exist
As everyone’s uncontrollable emotions
Love to implode

The end will only end
When I say it will be so


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Into the Exploitation of a Fabled Reality

Hidden in a realm
Secluded by paradox implications
Inside the heart of taboo temptations
Acute in idol illusions
The factor candied up with empty substance

Locked inside
A box filled with phantasmal illustrations
Macabre emotions smiling denial
Crowded with misanthropic chaos
In a maelstrom of misinformed cadence

Being the greatest is hard
But they are, Proclaims their narcistical urges
The epitome of worst disguised as best
In a life they praise highly of themselves
Dreaming berserker nightmares
Marching onto disoriented fantasies

Ah, The sweet smell of destruction
Flesh laden upon a maggot’s lair
In a kingdom built for retched filth
Birthing dirt with slime
As it rains blood
In a subliminal metaphor

Mother nature
Dressed like a whore
By the fate of her subjects
Slapping her, selling her rights
To those who shall abase her
With their own tainted visions
Of being spectators of her
Fall from grace
And the pimps rejoice
Drinking the venom for which they spew

Eating her flesh
Topping it with worms and leaches
Watching the frogs and locusts fall around them
From the skies high of overcompensation

Ah, They said the Devil made them do it
As they kneel down before innocence
Only to stab it in the back with their toxic affections
Craving the power of a transmitted disease
Cowardly infected with their own demonic agenda

After a trip to the sewage center of forgiveness
After they are finished destroying every last resource
They move on
Forgetting what soul they soiled, What heart they raped

Sympathy only for those
High in the pecking order of denial
Climbing on the back of a hobo’s legacy
Intellectualness traded for obliviousness
As their toys make them lust
For the slaughter of Mary’s little lambs
After all exposing gullibility makes for better entertainment

The world loves it’s drama
For it is one big reality show of dread
Spraying neurotic fairy tales on each other
As they swallow the pill that makes their ego big

And society said I was the crazy one
The one out of touch with reality
Well that is fine by me. Thank you, Drive through



RRN
JDS2

Scorning Endeavors

Dagger to the heart
Blacken veins of despair
Emotional tyranny, Rancor adaptations
Limitless in doom
Painting emotions gray

Knocked out cold by hope
This world no longer knows
The true essence of love
Seduced by the exploitations
Of love’s last dying breath
In the death bed of razorblade lust

Seething indifferences
Deceit births anarchy’s bastard child
Drama unceremoniously unfolds
Tragedy becomes the theme for tomorrow

Grins festering through insidious joy
Bleeding through hypocrisy’s vile lies
Denominational urges full of suicidal visions
Darkening the origins of a bitter tomorrow

Reaching a boiling point
Emotionally destroyed
By their tormenting ways

They took my gift of love for granted
Becoming the descendants of a shallow grave

Taking this diabolical dagger out from my chest
Feeling this tainted blood drip down
In a waterfall of madness
Burning for sweet revenge

This insanity grows to it’s highest peak
Erupting with sulfur laden wrath
Laving myself with destructive rage
Oh, Let the cleansing begin

This world turned it’s back on me
Punishment is the only solution



These arrows tried to reach
The true ambitions of the purest of hearts
Instead the power diseased hypocrites
pushed them away
Jumped right in
Threw them down
Took the shots for themselves
Alienating honest intentions
To an early deep undeserving grave

They disguised themselves as victims
So now, I no longer know where to aim

I tried to live my life as the giver of love
But deceit got in the way
Now I have been blinded
By hate’s manipulative lies
Now I no longer trust anyone

This is not how I wanted it to end
Not knowing the difference
From what is real
From what is make pretend

Things have changed
Now everyone even I must strive to make amends

Watching the succubus and Incubus
Rejoice in vile laughter
As time just rots away


Written By
James Darwin Smith II
RRN

Into the Heart of a Phantasmagoria

The night evokes punishment
Daunting hours bleeding disease
Falling onto slumbering chaos
On this bed made of awakened hostility
Insomnia’s dread slowly achieved

A black mass begins to hover
Invisible eyes cause insecure feelings
Conjured by negative events
Tormenting me to my requiem’s oblivion

Negative entities
I see through you
The pain caused
The fear used
The paranoia built
Yet there is nothing I can do

The putrid smell of death
Burning through this nose
Sweltering scents of festering salvation
Ghastly grotesqueries of a malevolent asunder

Hopelessly stuck
This spirit can no longer roam
In-between the living and the dead
Frozen, There is no place to go

Voices screaming within
Shrieking, Saying all hope ceases to exist
Sucking every inch of this positive energy
Till I grow remorseful in a helpless denial

Black arms reach out of my bed
Hands with long black claws
Ripping my clothes off
Becoming bare and exposed
Shamefully uncannily stark

Scratching this flesh
Burning into oblivion
Crimson waste fountains out
Torn of many macabre incisions


How am I even alive?
So much blood all around
Claws digging deeper in this flesh
Dissecting till they reach my bones

Forcing my insides out
This Skeleton thrown down
A red beam of light shines all around
As this entity ascends from the ground
Becoming me, My own worst enemy

Enslaved by demonic death
In a world crimson of chaos
Battling this dooming energy within
Creating a hell inside my own hell
As the third stage of hell multiplies itself 222 times
Becoming the darkened pentacle of my own undoing

Forced upon a boat made of bones
Forced to be a ferryman of hopeless roams
Riding on an ocean of blood
Carrying fresh victims
To the hell they have yet to endure

Time ceases to exist
But someday I hope to escape
Or is it just too late?
Got to believe in something
Yet, Everything seems too distant to achieve

Who is my master?
The cruel nature of an avatar beast?
Created by flesh?
By the mortal martyrs forceful teachings?

Oh, If only I trusted myself
Not the living’s deceitful agendas
Lost forever
To never be found again






I am a spirit
Of a helpless romantic’s heart dimmed
Lost forever
In the daunting of an insidious torment in motion
Nothing but pain
In this world I have obliviously chosen

Clueless endeavors
To the demonic beyond
I made it this way
Painted my own picture
Now all hope is gone

If only my soul was worth redeeming
Yet, I trusted a movement full of coldhearted seething
Nowhere I can go but further down
The hole for more punishment ahead
It was the path I made now I walk it with my chains
Worn of self enslaved dread

Banishing all hope
Pain is what I must love to endure
If I ever have hope of winning again

Into the heart of a phantasmagoria
Officially enslaved by my own doings
Delusions of the dreams that have
Rendered me dead

So I ask myself
What was I fighting for anyways?

Gone, Gone my words never to be heard from again



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