Writhe in the deep of our darkest dome.
Right where we sleep is what we call home.
No one will step across our threshold.
You should know we’re like dogs with a bone.

No one will stop our commitment.
Forever after will come an incremental attack on you.
Made your bed and you’ll die in it too.

Step from the steppes into this quaint little town.
Every villager you see wears a frown.
Self-importance rules their heads.
Too busy loitering away hours in their sheds.

You can’t stop our advancing.
Whittle down their resources ’til they wish to beg.
For their dishonour they will be dead.

Flounder.
Plead like a fool.
Counter.
Us against you.
Plural.
For we are legion.
Demented.
By your acts of treason.

Left out on the porch.
I stare at the sky with its twinkling.
Sight to behold that I can’t forget.
Dreams of joining are frequent.

Fragile are hopes and days to come.
Don’t sell me out to the sun.

Financed hate in a soul.
Forgive separation without the know.
All to balance betrayal with joy.
For these words are just a ploy.

Fragile are hopes and days to come.
Don’t sell me out to the sun.

Re-establish them emphasise.
Or should that be, continue to criticise?
I cannot say unless you speak.
Sow these wounds that prove I’m a freak.
Powered by empty will.
Shut off these pipes before they spill.
Vitriol enough to drown us all.
You are no victim, is written on your wall!

Fragile are hopes and days to come.
Don’t sell me out to the sun.

Pour from this bottle into your glass.
Minutes are neither slow nor fast.
What I will showcase holds no mystery.
Its why I gave up on spectacle and ceremony.

Rather I simply wish to speak.
Unfold this tale without going weak.
Cry my mind and not be judged.
Torn from these walls that I’ve loved.
For my hands are cracked…
Blame it on being my final straw.
One more weight and this house of cards will fall.

Snap fingers at a lost goat herder.
Butchered under a single order.
Issued from this old man’s lips.
Same sad soul who delivered quips.

Bonded in these streets of pain.
Wrapped under more tiers of blame.
Crying out for moments of relief.
Washed out by soapy disbelief.
Doused with ethanol and a smile.
Brandished as a weapon behind your bile.
Forever tarnished as if criminal was my calling.

Focus.
Pick bones clean.
Vicious.
Wager out your dream.
Sacrifice.
Barter away your soul.
Madness.
Renege control.

I stared at the sun for a maddening time.
Little did I know I would go blind!
Always believed it to be a tale.
Not a reality that would abhorrently prevail,
Without an ounce of remorse to fly.
What a way to whittle what remains of life.

I made my bed.
Now I must lie in it.
Damned myself.
Crushed my mind just like the rest.
No real difference,
Between me or the wretched.
I am just a puppet.
Strings pulled as I’m neglected.

Broke my bones in hopes of getting away.
All it did was amplify my anxiety.
This barred cell made of what I once loved.
Now I am but boxed in like a caged dove.
Spiralling out of my tiny shrinking mind.
All I process is what I’m fed in kind.

By ghouls and goblins.
Slash my veins free.
Drain this blood.
Ensure I am empty.
Rung out of this glue.
I beg you to burn.
Then take my urn.
Cast out all I never did earn.

Fractured sense wrapped in leaves.
Poison blinks of quite diseased.
Silence hanging in the air.
Buy now not later, these banners declare.
Ignoring damage done to all.
Forever bound to this butchers call.

Zero not hero.
Snapped from new.
Fed by demi gods who spew,
Vile obscenities sold to all young.
Who knows where I’m not coming from?
Riddle without enigmas shell.
Someone has cast a putrid spell.
Of seasons born to commit homicide.
Yellow bellied and harshly decried.
As stars sit upon these bones.
From now on we’ll continue to moan.

Watcher from on high.
Peering down through this black sky.
Seeker of some truth.
Devoid of time or a segment called youth.
Study what lies below.
Upon these altars rot shall grow.
Sifted just like sand.
Heresy calls outsiders to wear a brand.
Of fallacy and erasure.
What lies here is that which made ya.
Subjugation of old may.
Spiralling out of the same faded day.

Wearer of obsidian robe.
Saunter down your forgotten road.
Parasite of sense.
Forever speaking in past tense.

Barbarian in roasting sand.
Upon new flesh will remain this brand.
Torturous and raw.
Betraying all those who were born poor.
With knives against a throat.
Upon this hatred they hope you choke.
For butchering a thrill.
By using a rusted hammer drill.
Of venomous retort.
Grinding fame until they wish to abort.
To free of all this mess.
Begging for end to this compacted stress.

Silhouette with no form.
Were you actually ever truly born?
Fraying all the ties.
All you have and speak are lies!

Watch the rise over that hill.
Light does effortlessly spill.
Illuminating all that it does touch.
Never does it feel too much.
For what this is is how its meant to be.
Mathematical formulas designed everything from creation to entropy!

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination in all you see.
Breathtaking and overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to be.

Dark hides so much with ease.
Inky black that leans on tease.
Concealing secrets of vast proportions.
With varying angels and contortions.
Not quite giving away true perspective.
As if darkness and night are being protective!

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination even in what you cannot see.
Breathtaking but overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to be.

And I wouldn’t trade it.
Even if it were not forbade.
For all I see is so intricate.
I just want to watch it in all ways.

Beauty in every moment.
Fascination through and through.
Breath-taking with overwhelming.
Exactly how its supposed to…

I don’t know where I’m going.
Hesitation high but I follow this course.
Curious to see where it leads.
Ignoring that it might be to remorse.

Not everything can be calculated.
Sometimes you just have to trust.

End goal but no steps set out.
Winding down this enormous road.
Peaks and valleys mirror events.
Eager to see exactly how this will go.

Progress made on journey and in character.
Evolving as my story continues.
Both hero and villain in my own show.

Far along and it feels like I’m winning.
Not a battle but in my overall life.
Mainly joy that keeps me singing.
Highs vastly outweigh the lows.

Not everything can be calculated.
Sometimes you just have to trust.
No guarantees but just keep going.
Believe and you’ll be alright.

Piecing together brings me joy.
Building up something that is more than a toy.
Display these items upon my shelf.
Keeps my mind busy and in good health.
Plus my hands get to retain their dexterity.
No reason to forego this return of a hobby.
And damn those who judge or deride.
They only do it due to losing their inner child.
Too focused on being an adult.
Where is the fun in that, I need to ask?
Have to enjoy your life and so do as you choose.
Living any other way means that you’ll always loose.
So assemble those studs using plate, brick and tile.
Construct whatever you feel from this pile.
Instructions or creations from your own mind.
Just ensure that you are always kind.
For patient like compassion are things of import.
Pointless to turn your world into a things that’s fraught.
For life can be hard enough on its own.
That’s why I say take these elements and make a world to call home.

Are these your beliefs or did you decide to fit?
Hoping to be incendiary just to get a hit.
Addicted to unity and so you change your views.
Twisted into conformity that you didn’t choose.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Label all who do not bow as enemies of peace.
Its evident you wish to multiple disease.
Spreading hate about anyone that doesn’t belong.
For if they are not a member than they are wrong.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Sever those and leave them to drift all alone.
Carve them up and sit them down as a pile of bone.
No remorse or care for damage that is caused.
For the only importance is your newly devoted cause.

Can you join at this table?
Unable to walk away.
Liar that’s quite unstable.
Tied yourself to this fray!

Across these shadows and down these halls,
Forever I see haunting with loud calls.
With a stain upon the ever throne.
Calling me back to where I don’t know.
But resist this urge I fight to do.
For in this darkness it intends to…

Part the waves.
Claim your kin.
Turn this sacrifice to sin.
Your are not safe.
You might still shake.
And when you do we’ll be…
Lying in wait.

Along these walls built from bone, ash and rock,
There stands one too many amongst the flock.
Is this an intruder or a trick of the mind?
Whichever it is I feel a splitting in time.
Fork with three choices to take.
Two are right and one will…

Part the waves.
Claim your kin.
Turn this sacrifice to sin.
Your are not safe.
You might still shake.
And when you do we’ll be…
Lying in wait.

What do I do?
Harrowing too.
I feel all the stress.
Starting to compress.

Or is this what they crave?
A crushing of brave.
Paralysis until I sink.
Hoping that I will then shrink.

I refuse.
I will not bow down.
I pick a route, soon escape the brown!
Sky turns from murk to blue.
Smile splits my face in two.
I chose right.
Those voices wither away.
I spit back at their failed depravity.