Sat alone in a darkened room.
Music blaring to take me to my happy place.
There is no knocking me out of this.
Smile on my face as the drums pound away.
Bass twins with it so effortlessly.
Chugging guitar rips at the fore.
With vocals harsh and perfectly raw.

Reading in the starkest light.
Journeying into worlds that are not my own.
Descriptions really setting the tone.
Tears in my eyes as characters fail to survive.
Clearly they are on a one way ride.
Yet the protagonists keep hope alive.
Few things are better than feeling a story strive.

Figuring out where to go next.
Options innumerable as I write this.
Nothing beats having multiple avenues.
Never forcing where I might go.
Tracing my way wherever I may wish.
For me this is all a gift.
One I revel in regardless of its outcome.

Close your eyes and feel the flow.
Angers rising along with your need to go.
Little twitches betray your intentions.
I grin knowing what sits in your hand.
Serrated blade you want to plunge in deep.
Your breathing suggests you are too weak.
Still I prepare for what will follow.
Ready to accept that you can’t compete.
When you strike its perfectly swift.
Target downed as if they were destined to crumple at your command.

Still your thoughts and focus on sound.
Calm mind will give you a steady grip.
Fifteen targets down without a hitch.
You are a weapon to be wielded.
Vicious in how you show no remorse.
Regardless the obstacles you stay the course.
Its as if you were born for this purpose.
Pleased that I brought you into this.
Educated you in the ways of bloodletting.
Gave you a direction in this sea of mortals always forgetting.

You think you’ve seen my grief.
How about I instill in you a new belief?
One removed from your treachery.
Sickened by your depravity.
Always hunting for innocence to burn.
What you cannot corrupt you obsessively spurn.

Jokes on you I won’t shatter.
Prepared to fight you like a man possessed.
Step one foot in this circle and you’ll be laid out like the rest.

Hate spreads in your heart.
Demonic wish to crush all the rest.
Idiosyncrasies fixated upon a cross.
Oppressive rules to suffocate the free.
This is your personality.
Gutting all those who do not follow.
But peer a little deeper and the real you is cowering.
Damaged goods on the offensive.
Lashing out to keep everyone away.

Ruined joy just to escape from me.
But I’m not the monster who smiles continually.
Deciding to burn every bridge ever made.
All while counting your no’s.
Pushing all these mistakes on me.
Won’t twist me like you’ve done to yourself heartlessly.

Pain stapled to your chest.
I wave goodbye cause I’m not into any of this.
Seeing your truth I throw in the towel to look for something else.

Won’t be your new casualty.
No, no, not me.
I reject wholeheartedly.
To being…
To living…
To becoming…
To accepting…
Myself as your…
New casualty!

Til death does in my heart I will do my part.
Standing beside you with every fiber I can muster.

Saw your face from across that ballroom.
Made me smirk to have caught your attention.
Never thought it would be more than a glance.
Instead we crossed the floor to one another.
Locked our lips and dived into this feeling.
Ignoring every one who swirled all around us.
Might as well have been the only ones present at all.

Til death does in my heart I will try to be smart.
Holding you forever even if the god wave comes.

Taste your smell and I refuse to let it drift.
I’d follow you from where we met into an abyss.
Still thinking like I’m independent even if I wish to end it.
Wanting us to be joined at our hips forever more.
Pushing fears aside to make this dream a reality.
Offering you my permanent and undying loyalty.
A gesture you didn’t squander as you handed me the same.

Til death does in my heart you and I will not part.
Words that weigh heavy now as I search for you among the stars.

How did we part in this ocean of our own?
Confused by events that stopped us being alone.
For it was never what we wanted so,
How is it that this is what came to pass?
I haven’t a clue and that frustrates me as much as you.
Spoken like family across this expanse.
Communication possible but little else than that.

Til death…
Does in my weary heart.
Til death…
We will run across mountains and sail over seas.
Nothing can stop us from being linked eternally.
For you are ying to my yang.
Opposites but not at all.
And so we battle to be united once more.

Til death does in my heart I refuse to settle for less than you and I!

You’re happy down on bended knee.
Following orders so faithfully.
Willing to be a puppet.
Foregoing your own identity.
Doing as commanded.
Ignoring any integrity,
You held in your arms!

Bowing even at the dining table.
Every lie you swallow like a fable.
Wired to the maddest fool.
Lapping up every crumb.
Acting as simply a tool.
Believe they are the one,
Regardless of their wickedness!

Happiness in slavery.
Ignorance in sickness.
Freedom is obsolete.
You sealed it with malice.

Dead on the ground.
Fractured your hope to serve under a false gods crown.
Just so you could have a name.
Not be cast into searing flame.
Be laid upon the altar.
Decimated by their cruellest abuser.

How sick of your own reflection are you now?

Still happy down on bended knee?
Following these orders so faithfully.
Serving like a withered husk.
Executing all those that are innocent.
Do you see your son in their eyes?
Pleading not to cut short their time.
No cause you’re the monster you feared most!

Happiness in slavery.
Ignorance in sickness.
Freedom is obsolete.
You sealed it with malice.

So you see the horizon?
Where sun meets land.
That’s the termination of your future.
An end to all of your plans.

How long do you think it will last?
Faster you go the sooner the crash.

Ticking down to conclusion.
Intervention won’t stall a thing.
Clock has been set in diamond and stone.
Will you face this on your own?

Minutes feel like seconds now.
Faster you go the sooner the crash.

Half way to your end.
Now you finally understand.
Its not the destination its the journey.
Embrace this wholeheartedly.

Hands have stalled to your surprise.
No longer speeding has paused this demise.

Live for the moment.
One life so enjoy it.
Screw others judgement!

See that distant horizon?
Where sun meets land.
Its not your final conclusion.
More time has been allocated against your name.

The more you grow.
Greater the time you get.
Evolve and show.
That you are a benefit to receive this gift!

Spin the knife, stab the gun.
House of torment, dungeon of cards.
All comes crumbling when you least expect.
Select your avenue to rebuild again.
Cut off that which is draining.
Devastation doesn’t have to be your answer.
Could always move out of this abomination.

Got it all wrong as I’m speaking.
Brain is well and truly fried beyond comprehension.
With selections sitting on the low end.
Policing yourself is a dream you can’t get behind.
Holding me hostage for absolutely everything.
Maybe this is just a faded mirror I’m looking in.
Too late to forgive what has already been.

Wither from deep within this root.
For too long parts have been mute.
Deafened by all the decay that keeps on mounting.
Troubled waters are what we are still treading.
Drowning seems to be the only thing you’re feeling.
Stubborn I refuse to accept fate and slip to the bottom.
Raise your head and keep this spirit fighting.

One and the same.
Not quite insane.
Ignore conjecture.
Resist this martyr.
Open your heart and eyes!
Delusion won’t live forever after.
We can walk a path right here.
Reach where we wish to live in peace.
Happiness without a knife to stab or a gun to spin.
This house of cards doesn’t need to land you in a dungeon of tormenting!

Bell calls me to the foreground.
Playing tunes that strike at my soul.
Chords plucked as if I can go into my past.
What resonates will never crash.
As chimes cut in to join the foley.
Echoes from days that seemed melancholy.
Striking back as if I’m still right there.
Forming out of this old half repair.
Calling to action what once seemed pointless.
Maybe once or twice it was a little fruitless.
Yet if you do not try then you can’t succeed.
Rejection lives so you can thrive eventually.
Without pause or sense to grow that which can be loved you’ll never know.

Sound the horns and welcome a season change.
Weather these storms or back away and risk you’ll fade.
Cause life can’t be lived without a little danger.
Might not get all you want but at least you’ll have an attempt here.
Instead of being sat inside a cage.
Fashioned from that which could not be saved.
Smashed upon some altar stone.
Trapped in a place that’s but a facsimile of your home.
Poor reproduction of what you crave.
Diluted by a cavern of blades.
Teetering on a knife’s crooked edge.
Begging you for payment that can’t be read.
All to please someone who couldn’t care if you ascend or become a crater.

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Vitrify me like they did to you.
Disposable no matter who.
Car crash existence put to shame.
Everything leads to more pain.
Infliction has become this eternal state to hold.
Buried under this collapsed house of faded gold.

Seized by afflictions grasp.
Torn from my happiest past.
Ground beneath another armoured boot.
Making positivity utterly moot.
Rewired until despair is how we see every object.
Brainwashed to believe we are subjects.

Hung out to dry.
Washed away in this human tide.
Commodities to be bought and sold.
Then thrown away when we are deemed to old!

Gaze upon this modern era.
Its getting anything but clearer.
Identity is now a crime.
Being unique will see you butchered in a firing line!

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Staring out across the murky sea.
Fathoms between you and me.
Distant lights never seem to fade.
The further we travel the more they radiate.
Is this a sign or am I expecting too much?
Tonight turns into another compartmentalised memory.

Guiding hands to where I roam.
Still this place is not my home.
Too quiet as the days which are yet to come.
I hear them ringing out like a violent storm.
Facing reality won’t change the facts.
Paralysed by judgement that is always stabbing me in the back.

Frayed and standing on rocky ground.
Mind ready to be deemed obsolete.
I’m too worn thin to mount a reply.
What weapons you bring will end that which doesn’t belong…
Hands are wringing blood from this expunging!

Idealism has now slipped away.
Severed from hope to dwell in uncertainty.
Places where humour has become a crime.
You paid the piper to destroy this future.
I accept loss has been cemented.
These once green and verdant plains are atmosphere vented.

You did this.
Wear your badge of brutality.
Fractured.
Positivity died in agony!