Subjects

Vacuous expulsion of my own dignity.Running in circles with no chance at escape.What is this place I made?How do I break this walled in garden of depraved? Humility stripped from bones breaking.Shot in the arm illustrates mistakes I’m making.Paradise is but a lie.Too many times I have built nothing strong.Subsiding beneath my own delicacy.Burned byContinue reading “Subjects”

Diabolic

Buried down in a hole full of lies.Consolation is a dead end prize.Victim blaming sewn into your flesh.Nothing but deranged anarchist.Fuelled by rage built on deceiving.No one is going to be forgiving.You multiplied all this hate.Ruptured what should’ve been a moment of fate.Picking bones from jaded teeth.Lips pursued ready to repeat.Vitriol lines your every vein.ToContinue reading “Diabolic”

Festering Where Dwellers Smile

Festering below zero.Remove another not to feel you.Conquering is key to prosper.In your dreams you never prosper.Dwelling in recesses left unoccupied.What brings you forth is wanton lies.Of disaster tasting of burned flesh.Upon this altar you refuse to confess.Disease rises from these tombs.Where angels sing of certain doom.Smiles so wide they could swallow systems.Yet the wealthyContinue reading “Festering Where Dwellers Smile”

Delicate

Need a fucking tourniquet.Bleeding out my rotten skin.Shattered like a mirror against stone. I am nothing but a bubble.Ready to explode without any conditioning.Sealed off until I’m not.Time is something that will soon be forgot. My madness is spreading.Flowering like a rose in bloom.Some might call me fixated.In truth I am but a loon.Fractured byContinue reading “Delicate”

Can’t See Beyond

Going up from the hollow.I have nothing left to swallow.Shattered glass and a ruptured soul.Every moment is a mutation in me. Ablations I can’t see beyond.Will anyone even respond? Sinking deeper in this haze.Coming to an end of my days.Dizzy from my old disease.Can’t see the wood amongst these dead trees. Ablations I can’t seeContinue reading “Can’t See Beyond”

Patchwork

When will nature be healing?Feel only descent toward grieving.Separation of a new mind.Trapped in this spinning cage.No longer is there a chance to save…Empires fall into the sea.Divination will never be. How are we all still standing?It was such a hard landing.Terror grips and stings.Clipping of fresh wings.Saving has been aborted freely.Errors have become aContinue reading “Patchwork”

Methodologies Not Formed With Knowledge But Obsession

Sliding pieces into place until they fit.Figuring out what must be next.Hands rising like a plague from sand.Eyes piercing what no man commands.With stained tatters formed into lines.Wretched are we who stand without ground.Formed in moments lost to voids.Imagine new comments cast with lies made true. Beaten from two dimensions into four.Polarity has fractured however.DamnedContinue reading “Methodologies Not Formed With Knowledge But Obsession”

Not A Cure

You sought fame to fix your problems.Waded out into the middle of the ocean.Searching like a lost puppy in a hurricane.Caged by your desire sinking further into oblivion. Prosperity is but a dream.It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.Sever this unreceptive connection. Jailed by moments turned to threads.Sifting through nothing but piles ofContinue reading “Not A Cure”