Played for keeps,
But lost your way.
Waged wars early.
Begged for a better starting array.
Signalling torture from your grave home.
Built violence to magnify your lies.
Demise woven with spider’s silk.
Pretending you should have no guilt.
Saving face while sowing pain.
Betrayed family to give yourself a dream.
Silencing entities who refuse to kneel.
Now all you do is steal.

Tear gaping wounds in those who get to close.
Lash out with venom for it makes you feel verbose.
Fragile is failure in your narrowed gaze.
Lance humility and leave it to be set ablaze.

Stole for glory,
Never cemented fame.
Every inhale beckoned shame.
Forcing rivers over old memories.
Bury what takes your breath away.
Slice off components that keep you raw.
Hide bereavement under your floor.
Termination if sounds reach your ears.
Into others you yearn to instill fears.
Guiding brutality with effortless skill.
Few things taste better than a terrified kill.
Monster facing public appeal.

Tear gaping wounds in those who get to close.
Lash out with venom for it makes you feel verbose.
Fragile is failure in your narrowed gaze.
Lance humility and leave it to be set ablaze.

Wretch living in corners of shaded spaces.
Gouge where eyes should be.
Ferris wheel of painful action.
Hold your tongue and kill for nothing.
It’s why you crawled from that burning wasteland once known as home.
Spitting hate into every moment.
Conclusion is for you there is no saving.
You are way past re-education or taming.
Festered deep for too long.
Any light has been crushed to oblivion.
Drinking agony like most drink water.
Off you wafts only the stench of slaughtering!

Tear gaping wounds in those who get to close.
Lash out with venom for it makes you feel verbose.
Fragile is failure in your narrowed gaze.
Lance humility and leave it to be set blaze.

Grab this bull by the horns and continue to push.
Onlookers nervous believing this part of some elaborate ambush.
Eyes darts like needles flung at the wall.
Screams fill this air like a barbaric call.

Mount up and ride away.
Prepare to live another day.
Smile like a demon on every drug.
Endure as if in moments there will be an apocalyptic flood.
Wiping clean these arteries of infection.
Flushing them until there is feeling.
Reclaiming what no longer seems to beat.

Pause as creeps continue to rave and cavort.
What has been offered is not something bought.
Paid in blood for stolen arms wide open.
Their mercy is little more than a token.

Mount up and ride away.
Prepare to live another day.
Smile like a demon on every drug.
Endure as if in moments there will be an apocalyptic flood.
Wiping clean these arteries of infection.
Flushing them until there is feeling.
Reclaiming what no longer seems to beat.

Tug at seams not quite joined all the way.
One sharp yank will make it more than simply fray.
Craving fascination that is long dead.
Lost when there was a cave in further ahead.

Down this shaft awaits only demise.
Suck on devastation to breed old lies.
Festering beneath what carcass remains.
Escape this place.
To late to change what will fracture these skies!

Mount up but there is no getaway.
Prepare to die poorly day.
Frown like an angel lost to a drug.
Endurance will not combat this impending apocalyptic flood.
To wipe clean all arteries of infection.
Flush them new until there is feeling.
Reclamation of what no longer should of been beating.

What is this taste I cannot stand.
Feels as though I’ve been eating sand.
Sick and tired of the same old groove.
About to make me want to move,
Across these oceans to stars unseen.
Better than being upended and branded unclean.
As bitterness carves into the fore.
Want to be able to rest without partaking in gore.

Run along these times of falter.
Upon this globe of denying shelter.
When did ruthless become such a vibe?
All people want is an unhealthy bribe.
To fill coffers that are already full.
Seems to be all elites deem this a sufficient pull.
Sad to know this is the way.
As daylight is lost to an unending mass of grey.

Pick at these stitches.
Fix your scores.
Seldom any judgement.
Buy absolution and merge it with false recourse.

Dance between fear and foe.
Into these warrens hope will go.
Will it ever be seen again?
Question I am unable to answer now or then.
For subjectivism has climbed atop this mast.
What is thrown is only a shadow most vast.
Forgetting what could have been.
No longer will there be a realisation of any dream.

Float amongst rocks and debris.
Count to five then ignore prosperity.
Sold to dogs with malice in their eyes.
They are not real and only a disguise.
Verifying them fills overgrown bellies.
Another soul for the hooded reapers ferries.
While innocent stock continues to dwindle.
Contracts are offered to con all those that are not single.

Cauterise what you observe.
Fallen halo serves as a collar.
Gargoyles are my only subjects.
Writhing beneath dead moons again.
Serving at the feet of titan gods.
Hell spawn is rising from thick fog.
Salivating with vicious intent.
How long before I am trapped in a descent?

Hollow to my putrid core.
Can’t take this light anymore.
Shying back into darker corners.
Avenues filled with like-minded mourners.

Weaponise days yet to come.
Ripping flesh like it’s a mask.
Trapped in a death spiral manoeuvre.
Juggling between fear and torture.
Cycles continue to be undone.
Guttural opinions fill communion.
Punching oppression into thought.
These tomes speak of how all can be bought.

Carved until I can take no more.
This madness renders rich to poor.
Dispelling outcomes like a disease.
Not an ounce of this makes me pleased.

Isolate in an instant.
Words have turned malignant.
Choking air out of my brain.
Eyes rupturing against false grain.
Festering hate where love should live.
No longer do I have energy to give.

Rarefied beneath temples of glass.
Fist hists from horizons past.
Time is a burdened victim.
This butchery continues without hopes to stem.

Sometimes it is better to listen than to speak.
Might be more important to be present than obsolete.
For courage comes in many forms.
None are lesser no matter their wars.
As everything suffered should not repeat.

Fragility is never worse than abject cruelty.
Staring down a barrel won’t fix obscurity.
Times come and often go right on by.
But how you feel does not lie.
A hand is often better than battle cry.

Get away while you can.
Oblivion is not where you should be heading.
You have plenty of life left to live.
I’ll be here if you wish for it.
Not an ounce of pressure will I extol.
Take as long as you need to.
Precious is your life like every other.
Do not think all these terrors are our brothers.
Some are hubris and others vile.
All have forgotten how to do anything than survive.
Vicious beings through and through.
They will suffer for what they have done and do.

Silence is what I offer to you if you need.
Open ears as you tell of others misdeeds.
No judgment for whatever you choose.
Walk this road or disapprove.
For how you live is up to no one but you.

Circumvention breeding anti-neutrality.
Before my glassy eyes all I see is brutality.
Venom mixed with copious doses of rage.
This whole world has become a violent stage.
Struggling not to make us all victims.
Not a future proof type of system.
Outdated and baying forever for blood.
Those not compliant look as though they will be lost in the flood.

Xenophobic wants fill now putrid air.
Feels as though most no longer wish to care.
Popping pills to try and get past the noise.
A planet that has lost all of it’s poise.
Wading into waters filled with predators.
No these carnivore’s are not misunderstood.
But honesty has become a dirty word.
Seldom now does it ever seem to be something heard.

Countries burn as ideologies sing victory.
Hypocrisy continues to more than just live on.
Multiplying beneath clouds of sulphuric rain.
Criminals are leaders dolling out pain.
Igniting freedoms for more control.
This negativity is taking a frustrating toll.
If only a change could be brought to bear.
Maybe this decomposing form might no longer be a shell.

Religion is again an excuse at dictatorial occupation.
Sifting out hope in the name of conflagration.
Fanning decency into a tail spin.
Sacrificing people of peaceful standing.
Harping headlines about foreign invasion.
Foot soldiers are the oppressors chosen.
Hiding beneath their rancid division.
Putting a torch to whatever does not fit this warped communion.

Hours spent staring at these blank walls.
Head still busy doing its senseless spin.
Crashing through invisible nothing.
Trying to wrestle with another problem.
Self-inflicted by a brain that won’t quit spinning.

Pressure mounting in the cage below.
Skin tightening as it wishes to know,
If pain will finally subside today.
Flaking across surfaces meant to resist.
Tired of how this continues to bare witness.

Dig me out of this mess.
Trapped by my own stress.
Joking about how I’m a pile.
Rotting while I continue to feel vile.
Surrendering to voids of enormous proportions.
Filled with high magnitudes of distortion.

Neat little blows across new shores.
Retreat back to under a well worn rock.
Shying away from days yet to come.
Another toll to keep this a vacant home.
Down this drain until there is only drowning.

Frailty takes a hold.
Disconnection taps another chord.
Paralysis brings it’s ride.
Cutting safety nets with a grin.
Many things now seem grim.
As paradise slips further away.
Flirting with progress feels more like inviting decay.
Cleanse purpose before it takes what little joy remains away.

Get free of this oppression.
Is it true or some kind of invention?
Locked on tides as they rise and claim.
Severed like a fucking dying clown.
Choking of what should have been a dream.

Crushed under days of yet to pass.
What is this brain if not an overthinking mass?
Gutting hope when it rises too high.
Offer an emergency shutdown for me.
I need to break these chains enveloping what should be positivity.

I am becoming death.
That inhale will be your last breath.
Understand I am a destroyer.
Your world will be torn asunder.

Staying your hand won’t change a thing.
This story only has one single ending.
Played your games one too many times.
Now will come recompense for your crimes.
Paid in blood and pain.
Isolation is far from your greatest shame.

I am becoming death.
That inhale will be your last breath.
Understand I am a destroyer.
Your world will be torn asunder.

Violence isn’t a solution but sometimes it is what will come.
You were knocking over too many pieces to avoid this happening.
Believing you would be protected and immune.
Cylinder rattles ready for the contents expulsion.
Remorseless chamber ready for a bang.
Can you feel cold steel against your temple?

Click.
Bang.
Silence and black.

I have become death.
That was your last breath.
Proof I am a destroyer.
World torn asunder.
You will project no more bile.
On your desk sits an open file.
Sickening details of your every abhorrent deed.
It was only a matter of time before the universe demanded to be freed.

Sunspot lash across this presented face.
Hear the screams of terrors embrace.
Lives blotted out like bugs caught in a jar.
Atmosphere pops with an audible boom.
Nanoseconds before this inevitable doom.

Science told of this particular disaster.
Rather than unite we tried to escape faster.
All while inhabiting this singular sphere.
You know the one that was held right fucking here.

Yet when annihilation came to break down our proverbial door,
Shock is what grasped people so much more.
Warnings had come but been ignored as a whole.
None will survive in the minutes that follow.

Gasps turned skyward watch this full impact.
World then becomes ruined and cracked.
Surface flash frozen by spaces endless void.
Humanity had been more focused on becoming droids.

Working backward in this new dimension.
Unable to fathom what is beyond comprehension.
As spirits dance upon torturous blades.
Many ask if they could ever be saved?
No is the call ringing like thunder.
Crawl below debris to avoid being torn asunder.

Twisted visions haunting each waking moment.
Are they foresight or a psycho inflicting component?

Degrading thought into permanent decay.
Gather what little remains in play.
While angels are proven to be a lie.
Get on you knees and offer yourself before you die.

Denial weaves in this solitary landscape.
Sever will not abate a raging storm.
Filed down to brittle compromised bones.
Speak in tongues until all else is gone.

Weep for loss that is bared.
Tell how you are truly scared.
On a front row seat to complete devastation.
Nothing can abort this inevitable operation.