Remember me when I fly into the flames.
Calling out for justice to never be undone.
Battles having raged my entire life.
Misery has become a stage for too many.
With hearts shattering like glass hit by a stone.
For all these hopes that now feel so alone.
I cry these tears I wish would be the last.
Cracking from what might come next.
Too much tragedy.

Never yield to madness as it spreads deep.
Restart these engines made for peace.
Hanging by a thread as children scream.
Generalisation can do great harm.
Staggering against these storm winds as they howl.
Fighting to keep rather than control.
Pandering won’t fix flaws in the fore.
Hate should not be spread here anymore.
Loss is now a norm.

Electrify your heart with those you love.
Welcome whether from below or above.
Destruction can never lead to enrichment.
Massacres bring about our failing light.
Sacrifice is born from others lack of using sight.
Pushing back is the route to real change.
Hold you courage as if it has physical form.
Scream how you wish things to be.
No more depravity!

Remember me when I fly into the flames.
Calling out for justice to never be undone.
Battles having raged my entire life.
Misery has become a stage for too many.
With hearts shattering like glass hit by a stone.
For all these hopes that now feel so alone.
I cry these tears I wish would be the last.
Cracking from what might come next.
Too much tragedy.

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.

We kill more than you we need and will forever be starving.
Every decade our numbers will keep on halving.
Now wade down this razor river.
Occam knows us to be a quitter.
Trapped within these confines of our own making.

This bitter pill, you did distill, to make us choke upon our words.
Brought us back, continue to black out, for all our misdeeds.

All this pressure will see us suffer upon these burning shores.
Ground erupts and lava flows forth from these pores.
Stand our ground but its too late.
We have sealed our violent fate.
Caged within these lands that we have sundered.

This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words.
What we have left, leaves us bereft, drowning in our dying calls.

This bitter pill.
You did distil.
To make us choke…
To make us choke upon our fading words.

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!