In my Iris

Look into my eyes,
What do you see?
A glint of fire,
A trace of insanity,
A basic knowledge,
Of depths in pain,
Bestial instinct,
Of no refrain,
An inner struggle,
Of ultimate evil,
Taking my soul,
Oh so skillful,
Flickering flames,
Boiling blood,
In my eyes,
A darkened flood,
Specters loom,
In their depths,
Shadows flitter,
In my iris,
Take a deeper look,
Into a tormented soul,
Into the great crevasse,
See the blood oceans roll.

© November 13, 1989 Rod Arbogast





Sweet Torment

Come on screaming,
Slaughter in spite,
Feel my terror,
Lurking tonight,

A faceless pursuer,
Lurking in shadows,
Just where I come from,
Nobody knows,

I'll drink your blood,
Your soul will be mine,
Mutilate your flesh,
Shatter your spine,

Hang your carcass,
In the sun to dry,
Withering flesh,
How death satisfies,

AHHH, sweet torment,
Screams are music to my ears,
AHHH, sweet cruelty,
Crying your blood commingles with tears,

Come in hatred,
Malicious marauder,
Merciless mercenary,
Born to slaughter,

Razor sharp blade,
Forged of bone,
Proudly wielded,
Slice through stone,

I live for conquest,
For the thrill of the kill,
Agony my profession,
Your life I'll steal.

AHHH, sweet torment,
Screams are music to my ears,
AHHH, sweet cruelty,
Present in all of your fears.

© February 22, 1990 Rod Arbogast





Drowning In Blood

No remorse, for my vengeance,
No sympathy, for your wounds,
No pity, while your screaming,
The time has come to pay your dues,

Tread so lightly when you're near me,
I don't want to hear your footfalls,
Take your gaze of my back,
I can feel your prying eyeballs,

When your numbers up,
I'll be there waiting,
So you best wave good-bye,
I'm tired of this hesitating,

There'll be no escape from annihilation,
You can run but you can't hide,
Death traces your footsteps as you flee,
Any last requests will be denied,

You'll dread my presence looming over you,
Looming over every move you make,
Thriving off the fear I bring,
Growing off of every life I take,

I grant no last requests,
No time to wave good-bye,
With a wave of my hand,
It'll be your turn to die,

There'll be no escape from this devastation,
This tide of blood crashing down,
Sucking you into its fathom-less depths,
Filling your lungs as you silently drown.

© February 24, 1990 Rod Arbogast





Deadly Friend

I've been around for centuries,
Since time began,
Don't you even know my name?
I'm your deadly friend,

I'm a primal instinct,
Necessary for your survival,
Inside every human being,
Exists me the essential tool,

I'm there when you feel threatened,
When someone intends you harm,
I surge rapidly through your veins,
I act and react like a silent alarm,

I'm that rush of adrenaline,
That makes you start to shake,
Your body revving up its' engine,
Which ensures that bones will break,

I've been around for centuries,
Starting with Neanderthal men,
Don't you feel my presence inside you?
I'm your deadly friend,

Anger is my first brother,
He brings me about at times,
Another brother of mine is hatred,
He takes me along on all his crimes,

My sisters are fear and pain,
I always arrive quickly when they call,
I'm their big brother, you know,
I conquer the problem no matter how or how small,

My mother is the conscious mind,
She can't count on me when she beckons,
She can't control me by her sheer will,
My only contact with her is to give a sixth sense lesson,

I've been around for centuries,
I've fought and killed in every war there has been,
I was genetically placed in every human being,
So you see I'm your deadly friend,

My father is the subconscious mind,
I arrive before he thinks of me,
To increase the insanity that he brings,
To move your body almost robotically,

Father's capable of first degree murder,
And not easy to contain in some instances,
He sees only in black and white at all times,
To get his revenge he'll walk through bobbed wire fences,

So you see my host, I am in you,
All seven days a week I am lurking about,
Twenty four hours a day, three hundred and sixty five days a year,
I'm the one friend you can't live without,

Meet my family, we're all here,
Sometimes on the surface, sometimes deep within,
Our address is fifty-one fifty central brain avenue,
In care of your very best, best, deadly friend,Adrenaline rush, USA

© January 18, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Deadly Friend Inside Of Me

Stripped of my will,
Again I've polluted my soul,
You only live once,
Die young, die old,

I'm lucky to be here,
I'm lucky to have my edge,
It's considerably better to have one than not,
Saves my ass when I don't lose my head,

It's strictly instinctual this deadly friend,
The one friend I can feel always,
A deadly built in radar system,
I listen to carefully each day,

This instinct that guides me,
Out of the path that danger takes,
Out of the deceit that man creates,
With his image of himself being fake,

So he has to try and tear down the weaker,
Seeking to build himself from the attack,
But the deadly friend just sneers,
A man puts a wall behind his back,

Always weary, always leery,
Of the next scam that is presented,
It makes the choice for me again,
Even if it's one that's relentless,

I relish the satisfaction of watching others,
Who's' deadly friend hasn't been seen,
The fools of blind pathways, again stumble,
And building on all the overt feelings collecting,

To make them mean on the outside,
To take away the compassion's they feel inside,
The walls they build higher and higher,
They fall each time they progress in their plight,

The deadly friend, the sixth sense,
The aggression, the adrenaline that it creates,
The first reaction should be the one that's followed,
If it's time to run or fight, don't sit and wait,

Come to experience the inner voice,
That tells you that something's amiss,
It will analyze the situation at hand,
And narrow the cost of your daily chances,

Listen to that buzzing in your mind,
Feel your hair stand on end, intense,
Feel the tremble from the surging testosterone,
When someone tries to scale your fence,

Scream if you must at the menacing things,
That your mind throws at you each hour,
Set your sights on self preservation,
Through the scum disinfect and scour,

All of the losers it will keep them at bay,
Screening the people you meet, extensively,
Screw me one time, I overlook, but not forget,
When it's your life you've got play defensively,

That deadly friend has been here as long as man has,
Its' been bred into the human psyche,
Since our first thought as we were created,
By the one who made all, including me,

It's the malice I feel sometimes in my veins,
Feeling the rise of internal fluids in me,
Showing me that I am still on top of it,
I'm watching you, while your watching me.

© November 24, 1994 Rod Arbogast





Don't Fuck With Me

To the little fuck who calls in the middle of the night,
With idle threats and his perverted heaving breath,
I'll track you like a hunter on your heels,
You are intentionally enticing deaths caress,

Watch your back when you're walking down the street,
Watch your back when you're sitting home alone,
Watch your heart as I rip it from your chest,
Watch your skin shrivel as I rip it from your bones,

Don't fuck with me,
You're fuckin with disaster,
Don't fuck with mine,
Your body will be covered with plaster,

See your blood dripping from my hands,
As I rip your eyes from their sockets,
As I pull your skull off your spine,
The day I meet you face to face, I won't forget,

Out of shadows I lunge and slice your throat,
Out of nowhere a bullet shatters your face,
Pains my name do you understand,
I'll never stand for such disgrace,

Don't fuck with me,
You fuck with terror,
Don't fuck with mine,
You'll find you've made a grave error,

See my fist squeezing your brains,
The scent of your blood bringing animal instincts,
Chopped and diced you're now just so much maggot food,
Left rotting on the street with an unholy stink,

Or would incineration be a better justice,
Your flesh seared from your bones,
A pile of ashes blowing in the wind,
Another pitiful victim my hands have known, Don't fuck with me,
You fuck with your life,
Don't fuck with mine,
Don't fuck with my wife.

© January 19, 1990 Rod Arbogast





Lips of Blood

You talk your shit,
When my back is turned,
If you even knew me,
Then you'll have learned,

I have no respect,
For chicken shit's like you,
I seek retribution,
When the words you speak are untrue,

You don't even have the balls,
To face me like a man,
To meet me eye to eye,
It's more than I can stand,

Don't tread on me,
I'm like a land-mine,
Won't take long for you to see,
Time to draw the line,

Lips of blood,
Bleeding out deceit,
Toothless grin,
Trampled under feet,

Lips of blood,
Growing red under my fist,
Your forked tongue,
Public enemy number one on my list,

You try and warp minds,
With your treacherous rhetoric,
Speaking of events yet to be,
Your imaginations pathetic,,

It's really human nature,
For people to be envious,
Why can't they keep it to themselves?
Lies can be so venomous,

Is it worth the pain you'll receive?
To plant these images of make believe,
You should think before you even speak,
It's yourself that you deceive,

You're playing a game where there are no rules,
No time limit, no referee,
Just lessons to be taught to fools,
Don't play games with the master of misery,

Lips of blood.
Chattering no more,
Lips of blood,
Growing ever sore,

Fist of fury,
Seeking retribution,
Toothless grin,
Your bleeding gums,

If you don't have anything good to say,
Keep the bullshit to yourself,
If you can't do it on your own,
I'll gladly give help.

© February 21, 1990 Rod Arbogast






Covert Operations

Pummeling your face angrily,
I slip into a demonic state,
You saw and felt the danger,
You kept playing the game until it was too late, 

You couldn't feel the animosity,
That seeped through my every pore,
Emanating from my body,
My instincts said I should stand for no more, 

Fuck you, you little piece of shit mother-fucker,
What are you doing on my foot again?
Didn't you hear my growl of hatred?
Don't you know not to attempt to steal from honest men? 

I'm enraged by your actions,
That you would smile and say "Hello" to me,
That I would be blind to your deceit,
Just go on my way and then later I'd see, 

What do I have to do?
I don’t feel I should have to say a word about this shit,
If you tread on me mother-fucker,
I'll just explode again and thank God I handled it, 

There's no respect,
For anyone, anymore, I see,
There's reason to protect,
What I feel so deep, 

Yet there is a decision,
That is not alone mine,
If two halves don’t fit in place,
Eventually they will un-twine, 

If this is to be the fate of it,
Then so be it I say,
I need not have come to brutality,
Only let it drift farther away, 

I can only take so much abuse,
While keeping my head above quicksand,
If a hand I hold, holds another, or even has the covert thought,
Then I refuse that hand,

Burn in hell betrayer,
Let the Devil be your master,
I will dream of you soul ablaze,
Hoping for a slight accident or disaster.

©  November 14, 1994 Rod Arbogast





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