Phillip J Clayton : Writing

Death in the wake

Death in the wake

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Now at the end,Stripped humanity,existence ripped a part.Stand watch,world up in flames,shards, memories flooding,only time.Greeting, gates of hell,ey..
Sleep

Sleep

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


If only we could sleep;Alive in our dreams.Void of pain.The world is a scary place,It doesn't feel like mine;Get away.I Don't want the world to know;K..
Exiled

Exiled

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Falling from an edge,realms meet;No harm can reach me here.Realigned chaos - perfection.Blood drips from heaven;Shower me with the tears - the fallen...
A Dying Breed

A Dying Breed

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Dear God,Starved and happy;Starved and waiting;Depressed and full;Void...Resolution may never come;Smiles wiped from faces;Tears wiped away, they mean..
Silent Riot

Silent Riot

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Without a fist there's no voice;Thorns hook into flesh;Rip away the fabric of a reality;Purest form of divine darkness;Follow me.Sleep...Like demons l..
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Bottoms up

Bottoms up

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


What are you saving?The world's already fucked!F**K the world!We are already fucked!Bring on the chaos, bring on the hate!Humanity failed - Narcissist..
Lip Service

Lip Service

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


The memory will fade, the experience will die, I'm sorry. A riot from lips slowly rising, sentences spoken by snake tongues. Orator bleeding ear..
Needles

Needles

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Hogtied and dirty; Substance stimulation; Medicinal waste, intoxicating; Enhancing reality. Chemical humanity, chronic; Perception flawed; Con..
Deja vu of a blurred deviant

Deja vu of a blurred deviant

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Compassion and care,blind; Hidden faces, tainted truth dying inside; How much can be given? Watch it all fail. Tear on heart strings, becom numb..
One more hit...

One more hit...

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Talking to myself again...can't get these voices out my head.I am raged...filled with hate, violence is my new best friend...Trust in the fictitious -..