this time next sunday

i can't wait to see you there shaking your head
asking where the culprit hid your hair.
i can't wait to see you stumbling about your empty room
pissing your worries away and pissing yourself.
i can't wait to see you searching across your reflection
for something warm to sink your teeth in.
i can't wait to see you screaming down the hallway
knocking down visitors who will never know your name.
i can't wait to see you on your knees begging for your next disease
to fully shave off your existence.
i can't wait to see you tearing apart the flowers
laid above the flowers you're uprooting.
i can't wait to see you finding the conscious answer
only to discover that you're already dead.
i can't wait to see you this time next sunday,
so i can force a cry for the both of us.

i can still smell your skin within my fingernails.

- alex mccurdy

hollowed hero

disarm the mannequin/ His arms were harlequined/ diverged by the sweat stains/ on your tired, wrinkled chin/ as i undress the coding/ of your artificial skin/ tell me, my molded model/ where should i begin?/ here at the brim/ of my merciful whims/ to cut off the tip/ of your fanciful limbs?/ i think not, my pet/ for your chances seem slim/ if im equipped with a whip/ then your chances are grim/

- alex mccurdy

ctrl + alt + delete

control us and alternate the ending, but don't delete me.

- afm

Expiration Date

i painted a painting so deeply uninspired
that the still-frame of stars does not glisten or gleam.
the date seems to read, "2,000-expired,"
and the canvas itself is torn at the seams.

if one were to listen to the interlaced work
of the painting i painted with a taste much acquired,
then one might be a clerk who was purposely placed
with sated distaste for the art i transpire.

the only perk from a sale where a handshake's required
is that nothing i paint will be falsely admired.

still, i retire.

- alex mccurdy

Flow

Disclaimer: I wrote these lyrics when I was in 9th grade. It was a song I used to play with the band I was in, but for some random reason, I decided to revive it today. ...Thought I should post it here in case I forget it all together.

I hear the whispers in your room
Plotting all their sinful schemes
Now you're here to ease the gloom
But you'll be lost inside a dream
The early dawn tears apart the night
Bright red flashes out of sight
What's this parting? I don't know
Send my heart out, let it flow

Send my heart, bleed it full
Help me mend this troubled soul
Torn apart in this world
Pour my cup and let it flow
Like a mother to her son
She grows old and must let go
Torn apart in her world
Pour my cup and let it flow

The light in your eyes grows faint
Enduring all the lies I say
They're not enough to desecrate
The fear inside that won't go away
The sleepless night awakes the dawn
As my spirit carries on
What's this parting? I don't know
Send my soul out, let it flow

Send my heart, bleed it full
Help me mend this troubled soul
Torn apart in this world
Pour my cup and let it flow
Like a mother to her son
She grows old and must let go
Torn apart in her world
Pour my cup and let it flow

I bide my time

- Alex McCurdy