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.

Slices of subtlety have been lost in the woods.
Destruction reigns because these times are no good.
Look to our sky and see it is falling.
Here and now its too late to be calling.

Apocalypse is here.
This is the age of reduction.

Get out but you will not get far away.
For this time is about to decay.
Circle round the drain then drop.
This will be our ultimate flop.

False hope should be spoke no more.
The tipping point is beyond our control.
Failure has been dressed up as progress made.
All these mistakes are debts to be repaid.

Hold on to anything.
You’ll still be descending.

Popped balloon is but a tattered mess.
Same position as our current impending collision.
Into a wall is our destination to come.
Be honest we all knew this was our termination.

Crowded streets filled with moping souls.
Joy has gone for we are soon to be no more.
After all we exploited all that we touched.
Did take and take until we took too much.
Then made half hearted attempts to change course.
Still believing it all to be false.
Then the hoax we claimed it all to be came smashing through our society.
Left us rendered, left is dry.
In these last moments all we can do is cry.

Life gone in the blink of an eye.
Executed from a bullets cry.
Reckless and lacking empathy.

Injustice served, another life blinks out.
No change delivered, hence there is doubt.
Words are cheap but still they’re coming.
Forever after and we’re still running.
Cause truths are expletives that some do despise.
That’s why instead they fill their heads with lies.

Self-serving acts that bring no communion.
Truth is some of you don’t want union.
Segregation is better than living in peace.
What a twisted and screwed up belief.

Fixated on agony and how much can be wrought.
Obsessed with forcing relationships to be fraught.
Delivering only negativity into the air.
Hellbent on amplifying only despair.
With bile filled lungs tinged with spite.
Extoll it until you are labelled right.

Face your problems.
Stare them in the eyes.
A bullet is a symptom.
Just like your no comment on genocides.

Life gone in the blink of an eye.
Obliterated when ordnance does fly.

Drift on currents without a care in the world.
Feel weightless as you sore like a bird.
Mind swimming in a sea of positivity.
Smile etched across your face permanently.

This is heaven.
I’m in the right place.
Space we all want to occupy.
No need to leave.
Celebrate serenity.

Meandering at a pace that’s comfortable.
No need to rush and watch the clock.
Time goes but there is no pressure.
Oh how it feels blissful to move like the weather.

This is heaven.
I’m in the right place.
Space we all want to occupy.
No need to leave.
Celebrate serenity.

Feel the energy course through your veins.
How unrestrained life flows so freely.
Heart rate slow with a mind so calm.
Positivity that endures without any effort.

Its what we all need.
Where we all belong.
Better state of being.
Embrace your hopes and watch your joy carry on.

This is heaven.
I’m in the right place.
Space we all want to occupy.
No need to leave.
Celebrate serenity.
Celebrate serenity.
Celebrate…serenity.

I see wreckage on the horizon.
These are remnants of what used to be.
Upon closer inspection.
Proves there is only debris left for me.

With ghosts for friends.
I stay mute in a corner.
Pictures race around my head resulting in disaster.

Pulled from sweet memories.
Dragged across coals that’ll sear skin.
Menace lurks in shadows.
Resulting in nothing that can change a thing.

Loner on a trail.
Sick of how I fail.
Yanked from my home and spinning to oblivion.

Push these commandments onto all.
We are begging to be the ones who fall.
For if we flounder then you sink.
Mutually assured destruction is to what we drink.
With a heart full of pain,
Circling this drain.
Wait for the wave,
To send us to our well deserved grave!

Victims have made a stand.
Endure your own pious brand.

Call this land yours but it was hers first.
Still to this day it remains that way.
You like me are simply occupying it currently.
When we are gone it will remain.
For she is the first mother.

Blemish this landscape but she will endure.
Welcome all whether they be rich or poor.
No judgements rendered for she sees us as equals.
No matter the race or belief of us peoples.
For she is the first mother.

Nature, winding and flourishing.
Don’t endanger or she will be coming.
Our petty squabbles will not blight her growth.
Stunt it perhaps but she will survive.

Mother nature will forever be alive!

Former of flowers, animals and more.
Strength you cannot hope to endure.
Treat her well or suffer her wrath.

For she is the first mother.

Drank in a miasma that’s turning you mad.
Pathway to destruction of all that you had.
Do you think this self-sabotage will break your way?
Look into history and tell me what you see.

Wring hands of bloodshed and division.
No one here wants to stare at oblivion.
See all that they’ve worked for go up in flames.
But if you support violence then you are deranged.

Excuses will not be excused.
Compulsion will sever us from you.
Enjoy being shut out in the cold.
Outcast villains!
You will be forever ridiculed.

Poison your waters for a cheap thrill.
You might believe your insanity but most never will.
Masses want peace and a quiet life.
Not living by violence on the edge of a knife.

Lost in the mist that has poisoned you sick.
Turned you into acting like a complete prick.
For this is not a pathway to peace.
So you’ll be lucky if you ever get release.

Locked and key thrown away.
Punished for stupidity.
But if that’s what it takes…
Then judgement will be rendered.
Freedom forfeited for being a pretender.
Losers shackled and plummeting down.
Won’t see you at the bottom cause we won’t be around.