Venom is gone and so I carry on.
Strange to say that vitriol is no longer here.
The quiet brings peace where once there was fear.

Change can be good as long as it is understood.
Do not run when it comes approaching.
Be someone who is welcoming.
With arms wide open and a mind of reason.
Let all negativity go drifting.

Venom is not a crown to wear.
It should not guide your hand every day.
Better to feel serenity than compound pain obsessively.

Direction comes from a place of choosing.
Take it by the hand and see where it leads.
Open mind and open soul to what might come.
Don’t fret at the shifting winds.
Feel hope replace oblivion.

No need to cling to anger.
Pollution is all it will bring ya.
Leeching away all that you are.
Leaving you a husk with no future.
So let it go, vent it quick.
Rather than let it grow fat and thick.

I was meant to have destiny.
But all I had left was the pain in my chest where my heart used to be.

Shallow is my path forward.
No real future but plenty of torture.
For my actions have led me here to this place.
So this is where I shall disgrace,
All that has wrought nothing but violence.
And in these final moments will be only blood soaked silence.
But that is what brutality does to this fog.
It twists it to icicles for impaling these sods.

This will be my salvation!

Tearing depravity from my old form.
So that I might start fresh amongst the non spawn.
Live as I wished rather than as I was made.
I wanted peace and not to be chained,
To blades and bludgeons meant for cruel appraisal.
Dissecting purity with a smile so sadistic.
That is what molded me into something far too simplistic.
And that is why I answered in kind and then shifted.

No more barbarity!

Eons have passed and this is my era.
I live a life remote with my best friend and his twin sister.
Weapons are nowhere to be found.
I see only tools to help tend our land.
My scars now faded as have my ‘mares.
Peace swallows and keeps me here.
Never thought true silence could be so golden.
Unto it I am quite beholden.

Spill the blood of innocents to get your way.
No pause will bring about decay.
For you are embodiment of entropy.
Wrapped in classic formulas of opening everybody.
A void in the wind.
Choice has been twinned…
Its why you dwell on the fringe.
Ready to strike like a snake.
Teeth on display.
Carve your spells into perfect runes.
Pull out bones when you don’t get your way.
Desecration built on your shoulders.
Blade in hand to gut fresh totality.

Capillary stimulation proves I’m a fake.
Reckoning is empty when I am not late.
For emotions are rising in this court of thieves.
Get out or get fucked by this newfound lack of integrity.

Grit is a lie.
You can’t provide.
Uniformity is but a symptom.
Soon you’ll be my latest victim!

Possessive entity bathed in white glow.
No is a yes until I start coming for you.
Then poison is warranted in this house of fools.
Break emergency glass with thin hopes of surviving with ease.

Grit is a cry.
You can’t divide.
Uniformity is but a symptom.
Soon you’ll be my latest opinion!

Flash of a lens.
Riled up in cages.
Stalk from the flare.
Erupt as if it were in stages…
Of self reflection.
Your under no protection.
Acidic tongue without a leash.
Soon you’ll be mute from this piece.

Grit is a fad.
You can’t get passed that.
Uniformity is but a form of control.
Soon you’ll be nothing but a name on a wall!

Out of convention I bend my knee.
Flooded my soul with intention that wasn’t to be.
Danced with a soul that wasn’t my own.
Might be the reason I am left alone.

No chance for a redo.
Moments are too few.
Out of redemption,
I feel like a fraud.
Built introspection,
Just to have a clue.

Posted up in hiding with part of me.
Redacted by seconds which should never see…
Daylight dying in my grimy hands.
Cancerous suggestion that I command.

No chance for a redo.
Moments are too few.
Out of redemption,
I feel like a fraud.
Built introspection,
Just to have a clue.

Fried by my malcontent.
Using what I never meant.
Polished this turd until it did shine.
Now I’ll use it to cross another sacred line.
With a head full of pain,
Selfish runs in my vein.
I am the bastard built without a twin.

No chance for a redo.
Moments are too few.
Out of redemption,
I feel like a fraud.
Built introspection,
Just to have a clue.

But I failed again.
Embezzled then bankrupt.
Sickest of all fucks.

Needles sunk into my mind.
You leach, give me peace.
No more do I wish to be associated with your kind.
Remorse is an offensive word to you.
Depraved from surface to core.
Nothing but a disease wrapped in skin.
Get away you putrid being.

Manipulation is in permanent effect.
You are the definition of disrespect.
Interfering until you win.
Vile creature that can’t be labelled human.

Mouth full of lies.
Hand full of rage.
All you bring is more crazed.

Slaughter with a form.
Think your actions are the norm.
While you’re twisting that knife in.
Viciously smiling.

You are consumed by bile.
Only identity you’ve ever held.
And you’re proud of those you’ve felled.

Salacious and always on the prowl.
Genocide is a fixation now.

As I toil in darkness,
Evanescence won’t be long.
Lost in these shells of madness.
Sold myself short until I was gone.
Drowned by these wretched waves.
Shallow emotions can’t be raised.
Fixation has become my sentence.
Every moment born horrendous.

With a mind made of glass.
No longer holding a free pass.
Gut me!

Pulverized by my own mentions.
Separated as if I’m meant to repent.
Gripped by a lack of intentions.
My fuel is long since spent.
As wire wings hold my form.
I am no longer airbourne.
Just a husk left to rot.
Soon all I had will be forgot.

With a mind made of glass.
No longer holding a free pass.
Gut me
See me twitch.
Bleed from inside.
No curing my glitch.

With a mind made of glass.
No longer holding a free pass.

Stranded in this haze of death.
Not much longer will you wander.
Down this garden path you tread.
Mirror shatters as you said.
Still sense will not be seen.
Vent these circumstances until there are only screams.

Guarded by these mounds of dirt.
Siphon hope until a new sunrise.
Fill your boots full of hurt.
This will be your only prize.
Now wait for victims to speak.
Then prey upon those who’s fate are marked to be bleak.

Shuffle until you enter the pit.
Sink as you wallow in it.
Dreading that a new day will come.
From these shores you have been spun.
To barter guilt until it goes free.
Fractured by some solidarity.
Of jokes turned vicious by foul tongues.
Moments before a splitting punishment of your lungs.
Rendered by a ghost in motion.
Who leaves you to drown out in this acidic ocean.
Right where you dreamed you’d always die.
With a brain beaten and a body that could not survive.

Chains pulverised to dust.
You succumbed under another’s lust.

Screech before the bang bursts your eardrums.
World has been shook by some violent income.
Stagger out the door to see pure devastation.
What is on show is rubble where a home once stood.

Screams and shouts fill every second of air.
All that can be felt is terror and despair.
Running to the remnants tripping over chunks.
At one time these were walls filled with love.

Detritus shoved aside by hands stained black.
Parts of teddy bears and shoes that are never coming back.
If only these shreds were all that had been lost.
Rather than the families who’s lives have carried this cost.

Your war is not victimless.
You claim morality but dispense barbarity.
Collateral damage is never cheap.
This is the toll of your hypocritical disease.

That you can’t…
See is the cause.
Cause you are…
So drenched in blood.

Fascist wearing a suit and tie.
Pretend its security but that’s just a lie.
This isn’t strength its the epitome of cruel.
Don’t believe history will judge you as anything but a murderous criminal!

I walk these routes in my name.
Forever I can’t find my place.
Divided like I’m not complete.
Still I remain to stem this…

Void that I hold without a way to fix.
Staring at mirrors hoping for answers.
All that I get are more glimpses of chancers.

Ride these rails without a clue.
Doubts in my mind are stuck like glue.
Fuelling a fire that refuses to roar.
Feels like I am the definition of bore.

Release these bonds.
This cage is not where I’m from.
Whatever this place is it was never my home.
Locked inside glass to be spied upon.
Display something else rather than me.
Intention or not this should be criminality!

Free from the holds they put upon me.
Roaming as I should always have been.
Still feel divided but the oppression is weaker.
For the first time my days do not feel as though they’re getting bleaker.