Feel the gush of air through your hair.
Hear the rush of sound going round.

Live for the moment.
Do as you please.
Enjoy your time.
Never try to over appease.

Get a whiff of salt on the wind.
Taste the bitterness while breathing in.

Live for the moment.
Do as you please.
Enjoy your time.
Never try to over appease.

Know the heat as it warms your skin.
Sweat on your forehead already beading.

Live for the moment.
Do as you please.
Enjoy your time.
Never try to over appease.

See the rise right before your eyes.
Watch it until the moon fills the skies.

Live for the moment.
Do as you please.
Enjoy your time.
Never try to over appease.

Fire, in the heart of man.
For too long we did go bang.
Truth, was a lie not told.
That is why we only sold.
Preach, but did not bow.
On the precipice of another row.
Thought, can deceive you.
Its why we march two by two.

Soldiers on the faultline.
Out of life and out of time.
Fiend as foe just like they told.
Offering turn to mold.

Drown, in a deep ravine.
Not once touched by sunbeam.
Locked, in a cold dark space.
Hiding away your angry face.
As bile, wells to the fore.
Determined to kill some more.
With pain, all that you know.
Through you it does flow.

Soldiers on the faultline.
Out of life and out of time.
Fiend as foe just like they told.
Offering turn to mold.

Tick, of the clock.
Out in the wilds you are dead without a rock.
Rite, there is no wrong.
Hunt, stalk, kill to survive what comes.
Death, is all around.
If you survive you might be found.

Soldiers on the faultline.
Out of life and out of time.
Fiend as foe just like they told.
Offering turn to…gold!

You believe but don’t force it on me.
I’m not a follower.
Spout your claims and soon I will leave.
I have no faith to offer.

Shout from the roof.
Preach to the sky.
Your choice, not mine.

Live your life,
Don’t pull me in.
This is your way,
Its not my thing.

Belief in power, above is all you.
I don’t share it.
Do not try to make me to.

You believe but don’t force it on me.
I’m not a follower.
Spout your claims and soon I will leave.
I have no faith to offer.

Borders are nothing but lines you can’t see.
One day they were just made to be.
Preventing those we do not wish to know,
From venturing to this place we call home.
But why can we live here while they cannot?
Cause they were not born here is the call full of rot.
For what does it matter where a person was birthed?
After all none of us are the generation that came first.
We are descendants of descendants down so many times.
So why we do maintain these out of date lines?
Cause we have a lot while they have so little.
Then we should aid and welcome them rather than be brittle.
That would strengthen our bonds and help us to climb.
Not descend us into madness with war on our mind.
For protection is aggression to they who are not you.
I’m so sick and tired of watching this out of date view.
In a world where globalisation is a constant,
Can’t we forget our borders, nations and aid all who want it.

Down in the depths of this hollow shell.
There stands a place that is not called hell.
For demons and mortals do not frequent.
Nor to this place are the condemned to be sent.
Instead its a spot where black dahlia’s bloom.
Penetrating the stench of unearthly gloom.
Twisting and turning with writhing walls.
As well as blood gushing waterfalls.

Up on the peaks of a snow capped rock.
There is a space surrounded by a flock.
Birds with eyes dark as the night skies.
They weed out those who tell only lies.
Yet not to condemn or damn them to rot.
Rather so they might rise and take the lot.
That which has been sealed in a dire pit.
Burrow filled with death, lies and shit.

Out across those lakes filled with bile.
Wider and deeper than even the Nile.
It is a realm where the doomed lament.
Ensuring unlost souls are mercilessly spent.
Toiling away for being so pathetic.
All cause none of them truly get it.
That is why darkness will always prevail.
Cause the light will never fight tooth and nail.

I stare at these pages for the fourth time.
See my mistakes written in a couple line.
Wonder how I never saw these errors I’ve made.
Am I a failure barely holding on to this grade?

I do not know. I cannot say.
Wish I was still a shining star.
Not weathered and greyed.
Cause in those days I shone like a blinding beacon.
Whereas now I am barely bright enough to illuminate my own treason.

Search for my marbles which have gone awry.
What I do every day is try, try, try.
Never does satisfaction thrum within me.
Is it cause I am stumbling permanently?

I do not know. I cannot say.
Wish I was still a shining star.
Not weathered and greyed.
Cause in those days I shone like a blinding beacon.
Whereas now I am barely bright enough to illuminate my own treason.

Help me. Save me. Guide me. Find me!

How am I so far off track?
I need to make my way back.
Possibility or fanciful dream?
Being washed down this torrential stream.

I do not know. I cannot say.
Wish I was still a shining star.
Not weathered and greyed.
Cause in those days I shone like a blinding beacon.
Whereas now I am barely bright enough to illuminate my own treason.

I fought zombies.
I fought the dead.
I fought them all ’til I went mad!

Dodge all the demons.
Sprint out these halls.
No beg for mercy.
Safe havens a fool.
With bullets and blood I see plenty to kill.
All around is a heart rending thrill.
Poisoning my character.
Making me turn grey.
Before this world changes I’ll be severing away.

Rush from a city.
Break down your walls.
Hunt for some safety.
Its all a false cause.
With ghosts always lurking right over my head.
Feeling them haunt no matter my bed.
As blood turns cool.
I separate in vain.
Sleep a moment to long and you’ll be robbed of your brain.

Back out the fray.
Here you do not lay.
Spinning in circles.
My skins going purple.
From all the menace I have refused to abide.
Pity all these monsters haven’t been fried.
Right at the start.
I would’ve saved more.
Sadly the suits thought it was better be crawl.

Pierced by mortality.
Vented out a spleen.
Caught in a spin cycle.
Our world has no green.
We caused this scar that did not need to be.
Forced suffering made heartlessly empty.
As I sit on a frozen peak.
Surveying my view.
I know before seasons change I’ll be dead as can be.

Floating down the river like some kind of debris.
Passing by all those who ever knew me.
Pumped full of Novocaine.
Forever circling the drain.

Justified by my own missteps from an altar.
Caught in the arms of mindless slaughter.
Fractured in a dream.
No more can I scream.

Disconnected by razor hail.
Set up to split and fail.
Hollowed out by chilling winds.
I have no more hearts to bring.
For sutured and sore, I am not much more.
Then bloody rags in a pile.
My time will not compile.
Instead I just fray.
I am coloured in destitute grey.

Sinking to the base of an abyss I once helped make.
These option are what I did forsake.
Frozen by my addled state.
Joy has long since been replaced by hate.

So shelter me.
Help me out.
No more suffering in this doubt.
With these afflictions I cannot divide.
I don’t wanna be damned to an opposite side!

Hook in my mouth, I will not rise above the sea.
Dredging through days of docile normality.
Seeking sights that might drive feeling.
Not leave me staring into oblivion.
With clouded eyes of lost to the fog.
Soul swallowed by those labelled misunderstood.

Hanging noose filled to the brim.
Seldom is there a free verdict given.
Parted like a head from body by guillotine.

Itch beneath skin, that never fades far away.
Leaving behind a constant negativity.
As angels drown in tar pools.
Devils think we’re all fools.
Madness grips with talons.
Bleeding out amongst the fallen petals and flowers.

Vitrify futures with odes written by crooks.
They learned all these versus from old textbooks.
Stitched together passages they thought would bring peace.
Reality spat out only violence and grief.

Cancerous entities built by minds most corrupt.
These are the forms that now instruct.
Strike down innocence and replace with bile.
On the backs of new dawn they act serpentile.
By dowsing homes with gasoline.
Their attempts are to wipe us all away clean.

Inaction is not a fix.
Don’t sit there and do nothing.
Burying head into the sand.
Like you put your head into your hands.

How is that meant to progress?
In reality its how you regress.
Stumbling while you stand in place.
To be honest it shows you’re a disgrace.

Act.
Mobilise.
Make the effort.
Or be cut down to size.

Get on your feet.
Show you care.
Rather than sit and stare.
For the answer won’t fall in your lap.
Do nothing and you might get slapped.

Don’t you see this is your chance.
Prove you are not a sack of…
Can’t do that!
This is a moment held in time.
Attempt or watch a great decline.
Or is self-preservation not instilled in you?
Must not be with all the crap you spew!

Act.
Mobilise.
Make the effort.
Or be cut down to size.