Staring into the abyss.What glares back is way beyond pissed.Locked away and left to rot.Void is not it’s natural habitat.And no being wishes to be confined.It’s teeth gnash as it threatens to tear flesh from rind.As black slits peer with unblinking violence.It’s words form to amplify deafening silence. Martyrdom is a price to pay.Being ofContinue reading “Darkened Mirror”
Monthly Archives: May 2026
Surefire
Spinning round like a top.This cycle doesn’t ever stop.Bored with how it is constant.It’s all become boring content.Deja vu round each ‘new’ turn.No matter the day a lesson is not learned. Will stock even be taken?If I had faith it would be shaken.Instead I grit my teeth and bow my head.Eyes roll at this repetitionContinue reading “Surefire”
Differing Trajectories
Where are you now?In this state of being.Does it seem loud?Or is it what I’m imagining.For it’s been so long.Yet I still don’t recall exactly how much time has passed.And so I open my arms for you to join. No hard feelings,Life takes us where it does.Times are changing.Sometimes for better but others not soContinue reading “Differing Trajectories”
Of Ill Intent
Spin, spin, spin;Can’t take anymore.This dream dies in four.Seconds feel like hours in my mind.Where decency quits in the face of resistance.Not sure what should be pursued with persistence.Remote connection is subverting control. Deep dive below.Feed this beast that won’t go.Sleeping giants refuse to do a deal.These are figments in my midst.Imagination running wild andContinue reading “Of Ill Intent”
Unguided
Close your eyes and feel at peace.Lapping waves and sun beats.Weight lifts as you drift on by.No longer do you feel like you’ll be crushed alive. For times are a changing.Sometimes things will be rearranging.But when tides switch you don’t have to follow.Instead you go enjoy this path and not wallow.For tumbles happen but don’tContinue reading “Unguided”
Your Labels Are Fake
How many more times are you going to deny?Times are tough but you still act like the victimised.Drawing comparison to atrocities of the past.Yet in all truth you’re the one who should be nailed to the mast. Stop, look, listen and don’t do anymore talking.Cause what I see is but a segment of a brainContinue reading “Your Labels Are Fake”
In Throes
Spin the blade then drive it deep.Combat these shadows that do creep.Fuelling nightmares which refuse to abate.How long before they have more than physical shape? As iris twins beneath the sky.It is time to snap this lie.Adhering to principles sold for a paltry sum.Drowning your fears as they haunt whenever day is done. Idealised butContinue reading “In Throes”
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