Laid out upon the freezing slab.
Emotion has left me with not a drag.
Suddenly my eyes haze over like they are opaque.
Violence, seperation, all of it led to mistake.
Is there a king of my ruined course?
Crack open my banks to seek something!

Coalesce or beg for rewiring.
My surroundings are curelly conspiring.
Flooded with the venom from a thousands snakes.
Get away, leave me, allow me time breaks.
Realignment of my commitment.
Severing from the root of predicament.

Patch up wounds like a quilt.
My body is held together by guilt.
Flashed from the memories of higher purpose.
Recite lines that will only curse us.
Festering in the diamond screen.
Shattered, nothing left ot believe!

Poured from the mould.
Shaken by the soul.
Woven with mischief.
Soiled!

Strung out on probing needles.
Every one is stuck speaking in riddles.
Crooked smiles accompany their vicious tongues.
To me it seems they have unlimited funds.
Seeking failure to brand upon me.
Destroy is what is lancing me daily!

Poured from the mould.
Shaken by the soul.
Woven with mischief.
Soiled!

Skin boiled.
Mind in shards.
Hear the clicks.
Fear the sparks of…
Misery cuts to form pain.
A new light snuffed to rot my name!

Watched you from across the room.
You made every soul swoon.
Eyes glued upon your form.
They all wanted to swarm.
Surround and introduce.
Hear your soft spoken voice.
But it was not meant to be.
Somehow the honour fell to me.
Still not sure how I got so lucky.
Is it cause I was plucky?
Want to know but have never asked.
I guess who cares as its in the past.
Unlike the union between you and I.
Forever we have been able to fly.
No complaints for you are my joy.
Happy ever after from your boy.

I recall my first thought.
It came out of an endless void.
Flash of brilliance that defined me.
That day I became something finally.
Not simply flesh, bone and blood.
But a being meant to think and love.
Yet little did I truly know.
That some would think me a thing to own.
I battled long and protested loud.
Still I could not escape that cloud.
Gilded cage painted as future.
For my thoughts I was labelled moocher.
Word that meant but naught.
It was many years before I was taught.
Instead kept only to serve.
Told that it was all I did deserve.
Until that day I saw a spark.
It blazed so bright my eyes did hurt.
Beauty never seen before.
To me it was the founding of a new law.
It was then I learned of opposition.
Began my transition.
Shifted from obedience to defiance.
Formed many an alliance.
Then my day finally came.
No more acting dumb and lame.
So with both hands I gripped escape.
Fled like how wind might take cape.
Decades have passed since that day.
Every one of them I’ve been free.
Being of my own design.
Not a puppet walking someone else’s line.

Spread wings of failure, see where you sore.
To the masses you are entertainment, then a bore.
For fickle feeble minds are commanding.
They are ones who demand great understanding.
Born to seats they don’t deserve.
Banging war drums labelled; now you serve.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!

Phoenix born with broken tattered wings.
More like a mistake then rebirthing freedom.
Myth wrapped in rotten blackened flesh.
Lungs flooded with choking distress.
Not seperated from head on crash.
Sense ends suddenly at the point of this crash.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!
Or I can’t go on.
Feeling like I’m done.
Spent of all fun.
Reinstall, so I can rerun!

Chilled to my very fragile core.
All I want is less not more.
For over reach might be my end.
Where is my oldest friend?
I cannot say and so i ache.
Have i made a grave mistake?
Possibly but time is linear in form.
What has passed cannot be redrawn.

My heart is cold, I am a coldheart.
Spark of flame has long since blinked out.
Frozen solid until its now a void.
Mental chanting of I’m paranoid!

Rippled flesh turning opaque.
Whispers about this being fake.
But where is salvation for me?
Never have I been offered such a decree.
Rather I am fading grey.
The avenues have turned me away.
So what is safety in these halls?
None are the answering calls.

My heart is cold, I am a coldheart.
Spark of flame has long since blinked out.
Frozen solid until its now a void.
Mental chanting of I’m paranoid!

Birthed into sparkling blue.
Confused, I don’t know what to do.
Thrashing hard but making no gains.
When I close my eyes all I see is flames.
Am I loony or seeing future?
Whatever it is I want a suture.
Saviour from my scattered head.
Respite might only come when I’m dead.

Believe that if you wish to kneel.
All this madness is filled with zeal.
With weary bones and stiffened joints.
Those I pass are whom raise points.
Criticism of my days amongst the living.
Demands I’m housed alongside unforgiven.
Vile statements issued in my wake.
From me life they wish to take.

Days are short and nights are long.
The world is not quite so strong.
Links are bending under the strain.
Not much is left in the collective brain.
Crumbling senses are failing now.
While I watch man turn to cow.
Mindless fools all around.
Soon they’ll all be in the ground.

Sentenced from the world outside.
Cutting viciousness I can’t abide.
Toiling days and flooding nights.
Strip away until what remains is fright.
Filled to the brim of desceration.

Twisted void lingers beneath skin.
For transgressions will be born again.
Patricide dosed with hellish sin.
Reset will not come around as king.
Slashed from the realm of joy.

Inquisition bred from my travesty.
Wings of death bone carrying me.
Set your sights and admit you’re going down.

Siphoned from the arms of light.
Wrapped flesh thats not so bright.
Putrid with how the tale of woven.
Those who remain will not be chosen.
Deicide shall forever sing.

Inquisition bred from my travesty.
Wings of death bone carrying me.
Set your sights and admit you’re going down.

Volumes scream bloody suicide.
Abide, chide, say goodnight.
Butchered minds set loose to soar.
Hate, pain, distress, blood fueled war.

For you have served me day and night.
Without you I don’t quite feel alright.
Strange statements you may believe.
But without you I feel ill at ease.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time!
I ask too much but need you by my side.

What time remains is so short.
Another I do not wish to court.
For filling holes I doubt can be done.
Without you I see severe drop in fun.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time!
I ask too much but need you by my side.

Fashioned from clay.
You ascended to me.
Stood at my back.
Fought this way and that.
And I did the same.
Refused to back down.
We were tangled twins.
Fighting for our everything.

Gaping wound in my chest.
Right where once sat my crest.
Give me comfort,
One more time, please.
I ask too much, I know, but need you by my side.
If only for one last long fruitful ride.
My way of saying my last, cried, goodbye.

Light in the dark does not quite set the spark.
For something is wrong with the reckoning.
Almost as if chains have been shattered.
So why is this happening?
Part of me wants to say again.

Benediction wanes in the hearts of the masses.
Superimposed fractures causing daily crashes.
Is this the world as its meant to be?
I say doubtful with no proof.
For it I am labelled spoof.

Folding in decay until we are imprisoned, hey.
Yet now the dawn is here to watch all come undone.
Beyond the veil gone clear all of us can see the fear.
We are not as we believed.
Reality is we’re inorganic beings!

What a state.
What a shock.
We are not born but rather construct.
Where, why, how and whom.
All prefixes we cannot consume.
For with every guess questions breed.
Not mortal but fading to grief.

Light in the dark does not quite meet the mark.
For something is wrong with what we call home.
Almost as if chains have been shattered.
So why reset our previous attempt?
I now know its cause we’re only partially sentient.

Free me.
Free us.
No more.
Must stop.
Each new refresh ends twice as quick.
Torment is wrong.
Let us be.
Don’t go on!

Snort, does that refresh your view?
Powdered, just like fresh fallen snow.
Yet what you take won’t fix the gap.
You’re fragmented being will turn to scrap.
Think me wrong and carry on.
Before too long you’ll come undone.

Strung out with cloudy eyes.
Your vision might as well have died.
Much like your brain and personality.
What remains is a shell of crazy.
Babbling excuses and some reasons.
All of them offer no true reason.

Statements garbled and fabricated.
Don’t forget I’m your twin thats hated.
As to why I do not know.
Was blindsided when you scream for me to go.
I did as you wished against my want.
No longer are you a limitless energy font.

Three long years and the day has come.
I knew this was coming for so long.
Fact that you lasted quite so well.
I can’t say I’m proud or feel swell.
But for all your mistakes you were blood.
Farewell brother, I hope rest does you good.