Malk in, Malk out
Walk in, walk out
Stalk in, stalk out
Talk sin, talk about
No brain
Means no pain
And being sane
Reduces strain
And thus sanity
Is lessened mentality
Meaning lunacy
Brings lucidity…. and more agony… and more insanity…
and more clarity… and more misery…
I am not insane, at all… of course… I am hyper-sane…
Reality is what I see…
How else could it torment me so?
Imaginary creatures could not inflict such misery.
Illusions have not the power to break me down.
Silence is the state that the deaf reach.
I am not deaf… I hear what others fear.
I see what others shield their eyes from.
I feel pain in ways that others did not know it was possible to experience.
The five senses are nothing… nothing… compared to the others… mad caprices…
unjustifiable sadness… psychotic whimsy to see what is under the Prince’s bed.
And what exactly IS making that chanting from inside the
Brujah Primogen’s Harley? Someone has to check it out…
lest the truth be forever hidden. Damn dust bunnies…
they almost made me sneeze under his bed…
’til I remembered that I was dead…
they are you
you are we
malkav frets
that you are he
we are rhyme
without reason
’tis the time
lunacy season
yesterday comes
then is now
to limbo succumb
to paradox bow
A Pre-Malk experience…
Chill Pill
If I love you today, will I love you tomorrow?
What price will I pay as I trade in my sorrow?
While I imbibe this end to strife
Voices are screaming for their life.
NO! NO! NO! they implore.
Frantic, terror stricken-
YOUR MUTILATION
IS NOT YOUR SALVATION!!
LESS CANNOT ME MORE!
DO NOT FILE THE FACE OF VENUS SMOOTH AND FLAWLESS
MUTE ANGUISH INTO SADNESS
EXHILARATION INTO GLADNESS!!
Oh Metallica! Sing of insanity!
The horrifying ecstasy!
Will I even know to miss
My tormented bliss?
Who will I be
When I cure me of me?
Without my exquisite delusions
And cured of my orgasmic illusions
This body will be just a shell,
My spirit locked in chill pill hell.
And now, time to go on Malk-about…
Toxic Clown
Harsh me up
Thrash me down
Tainted cup
Toxic clown.
Why so sad?
Why such sin?
Flush your torment
Through my skin.
Pitter patter
Of little feet.
Splitter splatter
Of brain’s dead meat.
Hear my hate –
Your ear to mine.
Daemon’s gate
Torment divine.
Voices sing –
Apocalypse!
Terrors ring.
Sanity eclipse.
Fear this dark
Dread the light.
My devil’s mark
Ever bound to night.
One point, two point
I think, therefore I bleed.
Silly perturbances anoint
My brain with fearsome need.
Crackers… They hurt my stomach…
People who are Crackers… fight.
And kick me in the tummy…
All through the night.
Why?… I only want a sip…
But Crackers are dry
and leave crumbs in my bed
That want only one thing…. Die…
Crumbs and Crackers
They make a fine quaff
Users and slackers
I drain with a laugh… and cry…
::spying, admiring the lovely Nossie from times past::
Lovely monster vile
Kill me with your smile
Your grimace is pure pain
I melt in your disdain.
Before every mirror
You are euphoric horror
I can only rend
My visage soon will mend.
I am denied the grace
You wear upon your face
Our putrid souls revealed
In unmasked truth you wield.
Sign upon the dotted line
Pen away your soul
Immortality divine –
Insanity the toll.
Join us in our reverie
Share with us our curse
The terrifying irony
Of dying in reverse.
Madness takes us, one and all
Only some refuse to see
That they also heed its call
Hiding in faux sanity.
Welcome ye of purest vision
That know there is no knowing
The real from the illusion,
To Malkav’s chorus singing… sinning… spinning… out of control.
And still I ask… WhAt Is A MaLkAvIaN?