Self War

I wage war against myself.
Fracturing out my health.
Drive out all my peace.
Bankrupt of any chance for relief.
With bodies stacked all around.
Clones dressed up as clowns.
I’m the fool of my every moment.
My one and only damned opponent.

Fresh projectile splits my cranium.
Done this to myself again.
Sabotage inflicted by my own hand.
Duplicates litter every inch of land.
Bathing beaches in lakes of red.
From this nightmare I cannot shed.
Snap free of my downward spiral.
Makes me wonder if I’m fixated on non-survival.

Rendered

Descending from this perch on high.
Bodies fall as does the bloody sky.
As knives dance between our fingers.
Bury these emotions under layers of splinters.
Hardly holding on when days drag.
Zero is not low enough to plant our flag.
With heads booming from all this noise.
Cut out tomorrow and leave a void.

Water under bridges doesn’t fix a thing.
Forgiveness is treacherous if you’re peering.
Detached from that which is brand new.
Triggered by old as its carved in two.
From filthy hands of a deceived soul.
Open your mouth and watch moths flow.
Jokes on you there is no mercy.
Severed under garments meant to nurse thee.

Powdered yet never free and clear.
Slash these ties before they multiply.
Idiots gather so they can say they belong.
No one here is strong.
Everyone will soon be long gone.

Flushed out of erroneous system.
Quartered under duress of a victim.
Landing hard in breaks your legs.
Viciousness breeds in our heads.
Yellowing what should be pristine.
Rotten feeling that continues to turn green.
Gouging out rather than pulling through.
Soon there will be nothing left of you.

Mother

Sliding of scenes.
Birthed with screams.
Revealed by pure white light.
Showcase your unrivalled might.

Wash these sins away.

Malevolence disguised as revolution.
This has gone on for far too long.
We don’t see what we’re doing wrong.

Sever these delusions.

Oppression dressed up as a new way.
Blind to how everything is slipping each day.
Right our self inflicted stupidity.

There is no other…

Solution.
Than eliminating our pollution.
Sieving through our mass.
Locating that which can still do right.
Please have mercy if only on a few.
That is all I beg of you!

Subjugated

Many knives stick out my back.
Betrayal is something I have on tap.
Which one will I pull free next?

Judge, jury, executioner.
What will be the punishment I deliver unto ya?
Smile as vengeance becomes mine.

Vent my spleen.
This is my dream.

Tied in knots.
From what you’ve wrought.
Patchwork quilt across my chest.
Baring scars I did not deserve.
I wanted peace.
You wanted victory.
Torture was delivered even as I grieved.
With no pause.
You flooded and controlled.
My mind is frayed.
Redubbed most betrayed.

Twenty years my sores still seep.
Yet no longer do I feel cheap.
I can say I am finally free!

Wired On This New Drug Order

Put these eyes onto your sheets.
Betrayal came and you ignored it.
Rise above what crimes became.
Subjects born that still condemn.

Pulled from where they once called home.
Separated as if skin was flayed from bone.
Want is fresh while demand is outdated.
One wrong step and you’ll be subjugated.
Pushed upon the garbage heap.
Image turned from bold to bleak.

Set these dreams on what you glimpse.
Yank a cord to bring about change.
Staring blank as you mimic still having brains.
Sense has been removed again.

Violent seduction of martyrdom obsession.
Baked future hypocrisy lined with more oppression.
Cooked up in labs of death and doom.
Profits for these scumbag loons.
Filling pockets as they laugh out loud.
No real care for who might become a corpse.
Its not their problem even if it is their product.
Sick psycho studs with smarmy banter.
Watch you flatline without losing.

Flow of their business line.
Lick your teeth before you do a line.
Snort it, cook it, inject it, inhale it.
Anything to simply obtain shit.
Even as you wither away.
While drifting on clouds of utter decay.
Deranged from the high it gives.
Lost in this other instance.
Where everything is more than rosy.
Ignoring pain that keeps you dozy.

Vivisection Strain

Pull these strings so they unravel.
What is here cannot start to gather.
One and two make seven in the deep.
Climb this mountain or you’ll become weak.
With factors beyond what you can see.
Breathe fresh moments into me.
As stars dance and angels cry.
Patricide isn’t meant to arrive.
From bones set into amber flesh.
Whispers call for every death.
Unification across these plains of green.
I am left wondering what this all means.
While fog descends like a stone.
Pierce this veil and vent.

Atmosphere won’t save us now.
Bow your heads and close your eyes.
Every moment is filled with lies.
Upon these hooks hang all guilt.
Within all chests there is silt.
Closing up airways that once flowed free.
Barter from above this dying maple tree.
While hands of power wring out blood.
Characterising damned as misunderstood.
A larger farce could not be cooked.
Yet it will forever be overlooked.
By forces not from whence they belong.
Take a moment for them to move along.
Separate and subdue what came before.

Wrench out these steps you tread.
Dissect that which you cannot comprehend.
Vicious scent birthed as if its new.
Parse these fragments right in front of two.

Manufactured Divinity

Your god has been power crept.
For far too long he has slept.
Fallen out of the daily routine.
No longer is your manmade grip supreme.
After having been dreamt up by you in power.
Your growing irrelevance has turned you sour.
Before long you ‘elites’ will have been relegated.
I know that is something for which you hold much hatred.
But manipulation should never define us, the masses.
Freedom is deserved in more than flashes.
Bestowed upon us by anointed.
You who like your fingers pointed.
Judgemental and sanctimonious.
More often than not erroneous.
Your time is ending, get used to it.
Upon your self fashioned throne you shall no longer sit.

Its time for you to quit.

What Some Fear Most

What scares you more than you can say?
Your reflection staring oh so blankly.
Those eyes glazed over as if they’re dead.
Or some feeling as it comes creeping in.
Whatever it is i know it sends you cold.
Shiver running up and down your spine.
A cackle that unsettles your mind.
Makes your head snap when you hear a sound.
Real or something you’ve imagined.
No way to say and so you wish to run away.
Lock all the exits until such thoughts vacate.
But does your unease ever truly flee?
Cause it sounds like it does not to me.
Count down from ten but stop at three.
Again being watched crawls over thee.
Pushing you so close to the edge you just might slip.
That would be a one way trip.
Screaming as you go down into the pit.
Where darkness is all consuming.
And if you touch it you’re not moving.

Cosmic Embellishment

Stare at perfection but it cannot be refined.
Corporeal in physicality that is seldom defined.
Take with one fist while you bestow with a smile.
Increase proficiency with the turn of a dial.

Dance on gravestones that mark up new life.
Watch heavens above for skies most aligned.
Power flows through the worthy effortlessly.
Nothing beyond this veil will ever cease to be.

Diagonal with demons cannot be resolved.
Wrenching at heart strings keeps all involved.
As parties in precipices come for the weak.
It is then they will be branded as the most meek.

Butchers and botherers horde their own lies.
Above is below to those who despise.
Upon wings of necessity ride moments of peace.
Bring forth these epiphanies before they cease.

Unwritten

Fresh coin into this old slot.
Pull the lever and watch it.
Spin around and around again.
Waiting for this to come to an end.
Just like our world will one day.
Do you think those times are far away?

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Now we are dead.

Step up or do not stand.
Envious cowards quake in their boots.
Counting sheep to drift away.
Desperate to forget how it could be.
While praying something may soon change.
Say a void opens and swallows everyone.

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Now we are dead.

Perforated semblance of peace shattered in tongues.
All a part of this activists plan gone wrong.
Plan A through F have been cast to the crows.
What remains is simply stumbling prose.
With a snort of abuse dolled out to the mass.
Yes this madness has been cast.
With devils and halos morphed into one.
Never replace parallels with designs yet unspun.

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Unwritten nothing.