Enveloped in your contamination suit.You think contagion won’t be touching you.With your gas mask smile hiding true intent.Lets talk about how you released this devastation.Yet you remain safe and sound.Sick of this soulless corporate abomination. Cheap words put on show for all to see.A facade you use to try and fool everybody.But we’re all boredContinue reading “C.E.No.”
Monthly Archives: Apr 2025
Fake Rotten Saviour
You call me the anti-Christ miracle.I label you stupid, unoriginal.Ramble on cause you have no tact.Just a fascist who pretends lies are facts.Firing insults like a child.Your vocabulary so stunted that its wild.Have no clue how to be decent.All you care about is gaining power absolute. Can’t hold a book like a normal person.Clear youContinue reading “Fake Rotten Saviour”
Imp
Sick of the conflict that rages for no reason.Bound by nylon for not committing treason.Obsessions rule in this house of Belial.Force fed another concoction from a vial.Breed domestication in hearts and souls.Wipe away individuality from each persons control.Make husks to use as pawns in a game unending.Here there is no such thing as mending.For bridgesContinue reading “Imp”
Second Abomination Title
Slide these tiles until they fit.To call down from the heavens a solution.Paralysed with open staring eyes.Bring victims up alongside.As druids dance under a pale blue moon.Selection cannot come from a tomb.Rocks are totems meant to convey.Divide will conquer in this deformed way.Like zeroes and ones sketching a future.Soon I know that I will pointContinue reading “Second Abomination Title”
Times Don’t Have To Change
Remember the times when we slept all day.How we watched the rain down at that bay.Swimming in stars, our eyes filled with wonder.Couldn’t care less about some simple blunder.What happened to those times?Did we grow or has life gone wild?I cannot say but I want to go back. These days I barely sleep when IContinue reading “Times Don’t Have To Change”
Fracture
Patchwork heart grafted to skin.No vault worth living within.Confessions are sentences when martyrs take seat.Divine intervention was elected to beat… Prophets wrapped in paper.Apologies are a failure.With knives to our skin.Jokes are a sin.So fetch this water before idols start to turn.For once motions are set there is no aborting. Punctured lung with a nail.BodyContinue reading “Fracture”
Bile In Skin
You wanted war from a hamlet in the next county over.But when it came to joining you were unable.Mouthy only when there were no stakes.You are first and foremost amongst fakes. Petitioned for expulsion of all those not native.That was until you realised you’re a foreign creative.Never heard an opinion swing so quick and severe.SurprisedContinue reading “Bile In Skin”