From the light of the dark sodden moon.
Rise with the ashes to take on the spoon.
Metamorphis without a right to behold.
Before much longer I shall turn to gold.

Statues laugh and angles taunt,
All of the voices help to haunt.
Fire the trumpets and foil the theories,
What aligns best is only conspiracies.

Weighted down into the caverns of sky.
A place where people ask nothing but why.
Yet there are no answers out on waves.
Don’t think this is how a universe behaves.

Statues laugh and angles taunt,
All of the voices help to haunt.
Fire the trumpets and foil the theories,
What aligns best is only conspiracies.

Wafers of calamity stitched into stone.
Threads from the melancholy; oh how they moan.
Protesting communion deep behind enemy lines.
Acknowledge and possess the moments in fines.
But never wither and wave.
Bring about turning the page.
Doomed to the masses of blackened swans.
Reattaching what has been defined as wrongs.
For no peace is eternal when signed in blood.
Prepare and hold on for the impending flood.
Butchered with rocks and battered to bruises.
Too many of the gathered contain short fuses.
And speaking in riddles breeds only brokers.
Inclinced to destroy with a field of scorching pokers.

Statues laugh and angles taunt,
All of the voices help to haunt.
Fire the trumpets and foil the theories,
What aligns best is only conspiracies.

Screams in my head that don’t wanna quit.
What I would give for some peace for a bit.
Raging and rolling the voices go round in my head.
So many sometimes I want to crawl back in bed.
But admitting defeat fills me with guilt.
Don’t want to be left here simply to wilt.
And so I feel stuck, paralysed and unsure,
While also feeling as though I am doing poor.
Failing the tests which I’ve set for myself.
Have I made them an unwinnable test?
Wish I could say but try as I might…
Everyday is a fresh period to fight.
Prevail or fail are equally haunting.
What I would give to put an end to what’s daunting.
Though waving a wand will result in no magic cast.
Another fallacy that has been left in the past.
Hate to say but its reality and true.
Felt far more at home when I was a kid with a view.

Someone please silence that ring.
Can’t stand any more of the thing.
Ask me to explain but I know I can’t.
Something about it results in a spark.
More paralysing than you can imagine.
Fight or flight, I can make no decision.

Torture and terror, thats what I feel.
No I’m not willing to make some sordid deal.
Terms are my own or I’ll turn to dirt.
For some reason the sounds makes me hurt.
So no more advice cause it isn’t blame.
Just ringtones leave me in pain.

Do almost anything to escape from the din.
Feels like a nightmare I’m forever trapped in.
And doing it more or increases the drain.
Worried that I might collapse my weary brain.
Now let me be and switch to silent.
Only way I feel I can be compliant.

Physical shudder of which I’m aware.
Of course I’d rather toward me you do not stare.
But thinking of other things is not a fix.
Ask me again and I might just eclipse.
Fade out to scream in my mind.
To me this treatment is most unkind.

Someone please silence that ring.
Can’t stand any more of the thing.
Ask me to explain but I know I can’t.
Something about it results in a spark.
More paralysing than you can imagine.
Fight or flight, I can make no decision.

Not sure how I got here or whats in my head.
What I can say is that it demands I’m bled.
Itching right beneath that gives birth to fog.
Each and every day is a permanent slog.
And I can change all my thinking but it still remains.
Never does the creeping stay out my brains.

I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.

Reason has been lost to the emotion inside.
If I could if would explain and provide.
For this crawl is not something to envy.
What it does is prevents and blocks me.
Still medication is not a worthy out I feel.
For I adore the parts which did not congeal.

I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.

Calm sparks for as long as I’m on the outside.
Don’t think this is fueled by some twisted pride.
And if I step into the torrent it’s deafening.
Mind overwhelmed I need to retreat.
Remaining will only see me get beat.
Don’t want to end up torn, shattered and incomplete.

I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Some lust for things I do not get.
Yet I am the one considered repressed.
Short of understanding how its meant to be.
Truth is I’m not craving like so many.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Guide of the greed is the special.
I look to it and wonder why all the hassle.
Simple life filled with things I adore.
Sounds like so much less of a chore.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Calls that all who don’t conform are heretic.
To me it sounds bullying and pathetic.
You pick your lane and I’ll stay in mine.
That way everyone will be just fine.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

No more forcing and making demands.
Your claims for free will simply don’t stand.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Simple words, please let them in.
For this is my decision.

Town adorned in fairy lights.
Pity about all the villainy and spite.
This is a free roam prison.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Grey skies always loom large.
Rain biting as it strips the high rise.
Trapped in this oblivion.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Uniformity has turned to taunt.
Eyes cannot see past the violent.
Locked out of inclusion.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Then one night we finally break free.
The tunnel is long and taken us away.
We crawl out and taste real air.
So many of us simply just stare.
Overwhelmed and relieved, its something new.
Then come our captors because they always knew.

Escape was the order of business, but its been sold.
Anyone want to join, too late the chance has gone cold.

Heart carved like paper disposed.
Upon the wall nailed the prose.
Sorrow cast into a mix and mould.
Form this fresh decision.
Snort to push the vision.

Skin shredded until its gore.
Make this suffering a letter of the law.
Suspicion bred into the routine.
Twitching curtain.
Is this all for certain?

Organs rendered down to ash.
Across the collective throat came the slash.
Division hauled into the light.
Fixate on it ’til you begin to decay.
All a component of this fade to grey.

Limbs docked as if they’ll regrow.
No limit to how far this seems it’ll go.
Punishment doled out in groups.
Amongst the suffering.
There is no recovering.

Cut your crown into your head.
Still desperate to be a monarch.
Craving power and riches.
What you inflict are stitches.
Arrogant and desperate to ascend.
No way do you comprehend,
See past the glamour and the glitz.
Understand that being on a throne has its slips.
Try as we might you heed no words.
Declared all of others are greedy turds.
Adamant we each wish to take your seat.
To be honest we’d each rather be beat.
Do as you wish but don’t say we didn’t tell you though.
You had chances and you let them all go.
Reap what you sow even if the outcome is dust.
This is your payment for squandering trust.
Using the masses to rise and remain.
Desperate to extend your fifteen minutes of fame.
Yet this is not a tale which encompasses just one.
There are many who have risen to claim such a run.
And everytime it ends much as it has here.
Into their body is cast the condemning spear.
Before long you will suffer the same.
Just remember how you once had allies to your name.

Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get it wrong,
I’m still better than you.

Sarcastic to the bone,
Yeah I’ll admit to such.
Though judge me as dumb,
I’ll prove to be too much.

Stare creeps you out,
Well just look away.
If you think that’s bad,
Wait for the rest of me.

Short on my patience,
And ready to kill.
If that is a problem,
I’m beyond your level of skill.

Ice to the centre,
Be ready to stew.
Suffer in silence,
I’m coming for you.

Blamed for misfortune,
Well this wasn’t me.
Carved out of hatred,
Wrath you soon will see.

Do you know the name you fear?
I doubt you understand.
Can you escape and get away?
Not sorry for the end.
Please will you spare my one life?
Not in the cards I reply.

Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get me wrong,
You’re not surviving my review.

Nameless, I walked through the door.
No one knows I’m not here anymore.
Catastrophe, blamed on a ghost.
To this treachery is what the cult did toast.
Derided, by a venomous stalk.
Soon to be buried under the collapsing cliff of chalk.
Sacrificed, no one wishes to admit.
Here was the victim they allowed to be took.
Stripped, I became barely a memory.
Used for a purpose to which I did not agree.
Seldom, were those who ever showed they cared.
Too often did others which to make me scared.
Puppet, a term that suits me well.
Often I wondered how far I had fell.
Perished, that is how I am termed forever more.
I’ve been reduced to less than I was before.