From the Dark Place

By Mister Construed X

Poetry written from the darkest recesses. Strange, odd, grotesque and queer thoughts captured with keystrokes; lined for you to enjoy. This is the first compilation of creativity outside of ink on paper that I've built, please enjoy. I strongly recommend reading in a bright room with a bottle of wine to keep you company.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mister Construed X
• Release date: Feb 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370334964

Mister Construed X

Mister Construed X; I’m a man of simple beginnings and a vivid imagination. Corrupted at a young age and polluted at some point in between; you’ll most likely find me buying a gumball at the mall with money that I stole from a fountain; blowing bubbles just for the hell of it, popping other people’s wishes in pink stickiness.Say hello at; [e-mail]

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Sold my Soul

it’s been thirty years since I sold my soul to the Devil and began filling these lines. He said, If you want to be read then sign your name on the dotted line; a little blood is all I need to set you free.

Drip, Drip, Drip;

"O" Positive to be red.

Squeeze your Ass

Do you want to know why, or do you want to stay in denial?

I’ll tell you why, if you want to know?

Beware the answer though, the truth spills from me at all the wrong times.

Ask me please, and I’ll tell you.

That’s Please!

Are you shore that you want to know?

Perhaps a question from me first?

Why did you do that to him? You know what; why?

Because you were treated that way? That’s no excuse.

Living in a car, taken at gun point, fucked raw, that doesn’t give you the right; Why did you?

Because he was tight and you could? Daddy is always right, right?

There’s your answer Daddy, so he wouldn’t fuck them the way that you fucked him.

There’s your closure.

The alcohol on your breath doesn’t excuse the truth.

Ad-Dick-Shun

How can I explain it when I don’t even understand it myself?

Suffering that lasts a lifetime, born into it and dying because of it.

Shunned, rejected and exiled, nobody wants to help me.

They say they do, but in the end only I can help myself, and only if I choose to.

"here is a call for wisdom: Let the one who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and man’s number is six hundred sixty-six."

Man’s number, 18, while the beast, in her primality sums to 19, the primary, principal female, a mythological or legendary woman of divine descent………………our Heroine.

Might they understand me? No, I don’t think so……………..

A True vision; see it?

Dreaming I was a ghost, I awoke beneath the railing. Moments before I had been floating over the stairs, spirits all around me, beckoning me to jump, celebrating in my