With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.
Son of a bitch took my life by being a snitch.
Too late to change what happened next.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

Paradise on the brain only sent me insane.
Never enough distraction to save me from infatuation.
Spinning in circles cemented in place.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

Mark my words that I recall.
Set these waypoints then suffered my fall.
Periodic sense has been sold down the river.
Each time you speak my spine feels a shiver.
Of what could have been had we not split in two.
What I hold is all I have left of you.
Scraps in my head and an emptiness within.
Tired of this feeling, just want it to be something.

With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.

Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?

I see your beauty in every icon.
Close my eyes and you’re right there.
Is this obsession that I’m feeling?
Or do I love you without a care?

Send me a sign.
Give me guidance.
Whisper your ideas.
Don’t leave me silence.
For this life is shorter than it seems.

To burn these hours feels like sacrificing innocence for schemes.

I feel your touch without being near.
My panic banished by your warm personality.
State of being that quietens my fear.
For you bring out a duality.

If only we had more time.
Maybe then things would be go sublime.
Yet entropy is against us now.
Forever counting down.
Siphoning these seconds away.
That is until you put your hand upon mine to say…

I am yours and you are mine.
One and the same no matter the time.
So calm your mind and think with your heart.
You see in I as much hope as I wish to impart.

That was you sending me a sign.
Giving me guidance.
Whispering your ideas.
Not leaving me in silence.
For this life is of course shorter than it seems.

Yet to burn these hours feels still like sacrificing innocence for pointless schemes.

Run through my head a thousand times.
Try to block of the thoughts but they won’t subside.
Why does my head always play things out.
Its like being a dreamer with a mountain of doubt.
And all it leads to is second guessing!

Stare at a wall only to see a scene play out.
From time to time I have to scream and shout.
Changes nothing cause I’m set in stone.
Feels like I might always be on my own.
Which at times makes my blood run cold!

Humans are social even if they’re not.
Mostly isolation is fine until its a lot.
Problem is I’m human which brings its own curses.
Rather share some things than be a real burden.
Along these pathways that we call life.
Where strangers meet like ships in the night.
But sometimes just passing isn’t quite enough.
Might want to stay awhile.
Converse and discuss.

Still my mind races with possibilities.
Boiling to the surface while I want them to leave.
How do I stop what never goes away?
Not a clue and it seems I won’t find it today.
Leading to mounting frustrations!

This might all seem mad and maybe I am.
Not in a fun way that brings smiles all around.
Insanity could be a twin that I cannot shake.
Could be all you see is a front that is most fake.
Why no one stays by my side!

Humans are social even if they’re not.
Mostly isolation is fine until its a lot.
Problem is I’m human which brings its own curses.
Rather share some things than be a real burden.
Along these pathways that we call life.
Where strangers meet like ships in the night.
But sometimes just passing isn’t quite enough.
Might want to stay awhile.
Converse and discuss.

For you understand me and I do you.
Seldom a state I found a counterpart too.
So to give up without trying strikes me as a waste.
Not one that I feel permitted to taste.

It might be a dream but its better than having nothing.
I’ve felt that emptiness and its souls destroying.
Sucking you dry until all that remains is a void.
Leaving such a wound is pitiful by choice.

Giving up without risking makes me feel carved open.
Only letting in a trickle means its barely a token.
Might as well deny yourself any chance of happiness.
Cause that is what you are deciding.

Take a gamble, it might pay off.
Hold those close even if its not written in the stars.
Reciprocity doesn’t have to be received.
Sometimes all you need is to have another in which to believe.

Hold to your chest.
Memory can be best.
Smile on their face.
A flutter from your times and place.
Fleeting or so much more.
Doesn’t matter if you feel warm.
Sense of caring, wishing them well.
Their importance is all that matters now.

Take a gamble, it might pay off.
Hold those close even if its not written in the stars.
Reciprocity doesn’t have to be received.
Sometimes all you need is to have another in which to believe.

Call them friend, acquaintance or family.
Sometimes they are all three.
But if they aren’t it changes not one thing.
For if they matter then they are everything!

Always wanting what you cannot have.
Daunting senses that I can’t grab.
Propaganda written in the wheat.
Darkest days are far from obsolete.

So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?

Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.

Who is the victor, I do not know.
Unwrap conviction to reveal a bow.
Drawn out but never completely spent.
Build upon the backs of a giant serpent.

So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?

Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.

Was it good or a catastrophe?
Judgement rendered two by three.
Lined us up and then bowled us over.
Smiling at a forged four leaf clover.
Where rot is norm and saints are wrong.
Faintest line along which to carry on.
Studying faults that just won’t leave.
All backed up by another’s greed.

Each person I lose chips a little more of me away.
Occasionally I wonder will I be nothing some day.
Yet with all these blows I keep on moving.
Not always smooth or to my choosing.
Head reeling from all the noise.
Silence please so I can make a choice.

Pain runs deep and I hate it still.
Each new wound leaves me feeling ill.
Eyes glazed over yet still filled with hope.
Upon these burning shores I begin to choke.
On all the ashes of what has come before.
No I refuse to ask to be subjected to more.

Not asking for much in the grand scheme.
Still feels like any reward might be a dream.
Friend at my side who actually has my back.
Rather than a sharp bladed knife from the rack.
Precursor to the inevitable cut and run.
Leaving me alone without any fucking one.

Regret is a song that has no ability to soothe.
Instead it repeats as if it has something to prove.
Maybe its betrayal and that’s why its so loud.
Only disloyalty ever echoes this proud.
Daring to pretend every word’s not a lie.
Even as the text says this is my final goodbye.

Offer a hand only for it to be taken with greed.
Bitten as if I was some animal upon which to feed.
Trapped in a cage that I can never escape.
This isolation yearns to fill me with hate.
Still I wish to live as a kind man.
Even as life continues to hand me a lonely ban.

Life finds a way.
Regardless of limits we implement in our decay.
Time might be short.
Doesn’t mean dreams are something we should abort.

Don’t let hope fade out your eyes.
Too long has so much been allowed to slide.
And now each day is a struggle to survive.
Bad news turns to worse as madness is given flight.
Its why so many of us are exhausted.
Sick of violence we want it aborted.
Rest is what calls to our weary bones.
But its likelihood is looking slim.
Catastrophe then strikes again.
Feeding murder in all degrees.
Silencing freedom with depravity.
Psycho dance around the altar.
Another cult wishing to bring slaughter.
With vile obsession in the fore.
Space you want is cleaved and torn.
Justice is now turned to stone.

There is no escape.
Damage is done.
Pollution is king.
Progress has been undone.

Achievements dying in the sun!

Dragged through the darkest mass.
Open hand closes fast.
Crushing souls who only want to live.
Future ruin is what those in power give.

With a cut of the chord.
Turn intelligence into stupidity.
Dereliction of what we all could be!

I want peace for a while.
War is no longer my style.
For time has dulled this will.
Moulded me into a warmer man.

Delicate is this balance.
Unmake haste and take your time.
Poison lies in this chalice.
Erosion does not fix a crime.
For what goes forward can’t go back.
Deicide has become like crack.
Just one hit and the addiction won’t go away.
Feeding off our violent narcissistic tyranny.

Kill this broadcast.
Terminate us like a bad feed.
Systematic removal like a parasitic worm.
Detection is now guaranteed to bleed…
These sessions have become our waking nightmare!

Idealist long broken into martyr.
Positivity twinned with Firestarter.
Siphon hope and sell it cheap.
Hard work has been sentenced to the deep.
With no escape from these weighted shackles!

Ascendancy crushed like broken glass.
Swallow it now or choke on the past.
Idiosyncrasies championed by dull lights.
Long past sold are all our human rights.
An easy exchange in our collective eyes.
But couldn’t see how it spelled demise.
So now we wallow in this shit.
Eternal struggle and we are the ones always funding it.

I wanted peace but it won’t come.
War might not be my style but I can’t overcome…
And so my will must be reforged.
This warmer side once more scorned.

Head might be a mess.
Could be fear or stress.
No matter the cause I wouldn’t change a thing.
For I prefer to be feeling.
Cutting the flow only nukes my soul into oblivion.
Severed I am barely a being.
Just a form that keeps on floating.
Refusing to stay laid out on the floor.
Stubbornness is how I persevere.

Might be I’m broken.
Could be I’m a psycho.
Rather have hopes than be a gutted human.
Locked in a shadow.
Trapped in a cage I fashioned to be contained.
Sad semblance that isn’t easy.
Never sure if I should stay or go.
Confliction fighting against control.
Building and rebuilding when I need to.

Down but not quite out.
Kicked to within an inch of life.
Still too me to think about throwing in the towel.
Body is battered but won’t fail.
Fragile I fight as if I am invincible.
No matter the cost.
I refuse to be lost.
Even if running in circles is my destiny.
I will continue on my determined way.

Everyone’s a resource.
Nothing has a soul.
Walking fucking cash cows others want to control.
Sell your soul for money.
Give up on your dreams.
Doesn’t matter how hard you work when its all for corporate greed.

Sanity has been evicted.
People as products is where we are afflicted.
Farming out identities to get another round of clicks.
Digitising every moment all so it can be dissected.

Remember when life was about living?
Not so locked in on gaining more for others approving.
Pandering to scammers who steal from both sides.
Short term gain no matter of the pain that’s applied.

Each of us is a unit.
Current value dictates our worth.
Important only as long as we sell at our highest value.
Reduced to nothing but a number.
Ever trying to beat this tide.
This profiteering is killing our nature from the inside.

Like a bird trying to fly with a clipped wing.
We turn love into a hate stream.
Spewing bile out into the void.
Attracting others to our vitriolic amphitheater.

Too much pain resonates to the top.
A mountain of garbage to which we flock.
Bleeding dry hope and kindness.
Empathy decried for being as obsolete as integrity.

What a state to wallow in.
Smiling vicious as we beat our kin.
Removing love so that more agony can form.
Blackened eyes watch like hawks.
All these bastards love to squawk.
Ready to deliver hooks that steal our form.

Support and adoration catfished with sleaze.
Twist positivity until we bleed.
Severing joy to keep us desperate.
Loneliness is an exploited constant.