Screaming to be heard but getting no reply.
Doesn’t matter if I speak truth or lie.
Blackhole swallows every word I say.
Soon I’ll be invisible to everybody.

Like a speck of dust in a snowstorm.
I’m lost in the limitless ocean.

Thrashing about in hopes of being seen.
Leave a trail of destruction wherever I’ve been.
Still no recognition is made of my existence.
Feels as if I’m facing endless resistance.

Like a speck of dust in a snowstorm.
I’m lost in the limitless ocean.

Purge this corruption.
Offer me something.
Give me my well earned time.
Cease this assassination of mine.
For too long I have been a shadow in my own story!

No longer do I agree.
To be like a speck of dust in this snowstorm of life.
Being lost in this limitless ocean is not how I want to be.
I will break out and make myself free!!

Walking city streets consumed by violence.
Sick of how people are filled with bile and,
Talking shit just cause they can.
Siphoning standards until nothing will stand.
Where are these justifications written in sand?
Nowhere, its all what has been imagined.

Prosperity has been killed.
Breathing poison into our lungs.
Let us burn into dust again!

Watching old friends turned into foes.
Handed dread with nothing but bows.
Joke is on me for trying to live in these lands.
Crushed beneath false hopes sold for a song.
Greed is the only currency which continues to thrive.
Into this pit we will be forced to dive.

Prosperity has been killed.
Breathing poison into our lungs.
Let us burn into dust again!

Linger.
Machinations hunting innocents.
Nose formed from candy that used to bring joy.
Weaving complexity until I am ill.

Voracious and haunted.
Always being ghosted.
Venom in our brains.
Worming deeper in.
To be ruptured where we stand.
Lost beneath a lack of sound.

Prosperity has been killed.
Breathing poison into our lungs.
Let us burn into dust again!

Choices are few and in need of an out.
Insert the chip to escape with some doubt.
Shot to the head from utter betrayal.
Awake in a dump with an unholy grail.

Voice in my head and it’s not mine.
Some dead anarchist who talks all the time.
Yapping about how shit the world can be.
Borderline psycho with a megalomaniac identity.

Secure your soul.
Or risk losing control.
Buy in to lose more.
Sliver from the blackwall.
A small piece that could kill us all.

Hellbent on making a tower crumble.
First incarnation was a bag you did fumble.
Is that me or you talking with my tongue?
Difficult to tell now we are joined as one.

Thoughts in my head that aren’t even mine.
Fuck ‘saka need to be skinned alive.
For all the shit they have forced on this world.
Without thought my middle finger uncurls.

Johnny you bastard get out of my brain.
If it were so easy I wouldn’t be going insane.
Yet if madness were all this would be a mere trifle.
Might be better swallowing lead from a rifle.

Secure your soul.
Or risk losing control.
Buy in to lose more.
Sliver from the blackwall.
A small piece that could kill us all.

Some monsters are dickheads while others are much worse.
Yori tops every list with a long string of curse.
To call him demented would be too kind.
That corpo is by far the worst thing alive.

Choice in the end is Johnny or me.
Sorry my long departed friend but this body wasn’t free.
You’re the invader who got ported in.
Now we part so I can survive in my own skin.

Freedom is the jewel which resides atop the tallest mountain spire.
Pity its the carrot used to lure in every power hungry dictatorial liar.
Symbol used to emblazon oppression from East to West.

A hundred year lie.
Watch as equality is waved goodbye.

Falsehoods misrepresented to give an illusion of progress.
Every apparent step forward is to conceal a two step regress.
This might be a new age but its a time of contempt.

A hundred year lie.
Watch as equality is cemented in myth.

Bombs fall to drown out those who fall.
Level decency beneath nationality.
Picking hope clean from charred innocent bones.
Control is a currency to horde and fortify.
Smiling faces hide the truth of these crimes.
Projecting resilience in the face of suffering.
Will there be a course correction?

A hundred year lie.
Will this persist until we all wither and die?

You got a Jesus Christ pose scrawled across your heart.
Messianic complex of which I want no part.
Dealing away all that’s not nailed to the floor.
Tunnel visioned on achieving an ever greater score.
With an eye devoid of detail.
Everything is free to be sold at retail.
No item to be held in posterity.
After all what is not yours has no sentimentality.

Fire sale your way to the top of the mountain.
All so you can keep on counting.

Precious jewels only have value in auction.
A point of view I see as abortion.
No sense for history to be preserved.
These objects, like people, exist only to serve.

Fire sale your way to the top of the mountain.
Bodies, like money, are only good for counting.

What is wrong with me?
Nothing is moving forward.
Treading water in a sinking situation.
Think I hear a scream of desperation.

World continues to be fading fast.
Reboot won’t send it back.
Strange mindscape to occupy.
Convinced heaven was only ever a lie.

Pulse weak in this transition phase.
What remains is evidence of a fixation on crazed.
Being is abject brutality!

Sight has made me blind.
Projection of self is fiction not fact.
Turning these rigged dials.
Pity has descended into kangaroo trials.

Touching stone meant to assure.
Killing is what we should abhor.
Too late every ship has sailed.
Struggle to admit that we have all failed.

Pulse gone during this transition phase.
Nothing remains but evidence of a fixation on crazed.
Humanity is abject brutality!

Swallow the pills and come to terms.
Torture resides for we are unkind.
Positioned over an bottomless precipice.
Finality will offer no fucking bliss!

I walk where the shadows lay.
Not just tomorrow but every day.
These pathways burned into my brain.
And yet I continue to fall off then time and time again.
With an unsteady hand outstretched for nothing.
Why do I continue to stumble while I’m looking?
I cannot say and so I push forward.
An unseen weight resting heavier on me.
Could be choices I wished I’d taken.
Or perhaps they are distant painful memories.
Whatever they are the affect is tangible.
Makes me question what I do.
For as I drift amongst the darkness I see no light shining through.

Why am I here?
Purpose is not clear.
Seldom frequenting crowded spaces.
Time is never on my side.
Within the pages of this age.
Call in contempt for all it’s brought.

Stare into pools of mysterious blue.
I am not amongst even the few.
For my existence is too dire.
Be better served as fuel for a funeral pyre.
Galvanizing hope by burning despair.
Alas I am not so easily felled.
Some might even be amused.
Yet I cling like leaves to a branch.
At a time when they are turning brown.
Dying for a new winter’s crown.
And like the detritus I linger longer than is wanted.
Stubborn against even the fiercest foe.
Forever I am hoping for better days ahead.

Sometimes what I need most is noise.
Cause silence is deafening me and I don’t want to succumb.
I’d take advice but I don’t know what to ask.
Should it be about people or how life goes by so fast?
Sitting here smiling and yet feeling a tad remiss.
Is this a whole in my chest or am I overthinking this?

Walk to the front but see no way to cross this void.
Spent so long watching that I might have missed my chance.
Its not that I am sad its more I feel removed.
Rocking back and forth in these empty rooms.
Semblance of stupidity that just keeps on tapping.
Wearing down my every fibre until I have nothing.
And now I sit here with my thoughts except little does spring to mind.
Which means instead I am stuck with just negativities rhyme.

Crowded space with lots of noise no longer does a thing.
It once gave comfort, then fear only to have gone numb in the end.
I would say I’m broke but I don’t feel it.
See no remedy and so I keep on moving.
What would be the point in sinking down?
After all, I’d rather feel something than absolutely nothing.

Drag this Daedric dagger across my chest.
Help me cast out this meaninglessness.
Enter a state beyond my comprehension.
A place where I can be guided peacefully.
Devoid of what mistakes have come before.

This ebony glint dances in the moonlight.
Razor sharp and always ready to bite.
Satiate its hunger or face true consequence.
An evil grin that will always make you wonder.
When will retribution descend like a clap of thunder.

Sleek body that sits perfect in its place.
Fashioned to slash away at any disgrace.
Designed by hands greater than any known.
It is perfectly balanced at cutting skin and bone.
More a weapon than a tool fashioned to kill.

Lament drips from its sweeping edge.
Another fool has been consumed again.
Slashed from ear to now rotting ear.
It does not dispel but enhances all fear.
This is the way of an oblivion blade.

Its might will not be stayed!

Too many things just don’t add up.
Its like a schizo psycho forever duping us.
So you can try all you like attempting to make me doubt.
Reality is that you are an imposter account.

Stop making comments without a thought.
For too long its been a disjointed report.
Where lines don’t gel like they should.
Instead its a split conversation between men in the woods.
Stumbling over nothing but a distraction.
Bring back this fire before you make a new infraction.

Stay out or get with the latest programme.
No more sipping on swill pretending to be a lamb.
Back in the day you would have been all teeth and claws.
Now its like you lost back to back wars.

Stop making comments without a thought.
For too long its been a disjointed report.
Where lines don’t gel like they should.
Instead its a split conversation between men in the woods.
Stumbling over nothing but a distraction.
Bring back your fire before you make a new infraction.

Match intent with a guiding hand like you once possessed.
Divide under absolutely no duress.
Just as you did back in the bad old days.
Do you remember when you were that brave?
Whatever happened to that soul I knew?
It kind of feels as though you burned out in the deep blue.
Allowed yourself to sink real low.
Gave up on what made you you.
Twitching at sounds that once gave comfort.
I know why that is.
Because you are nothing but a cheap facsimile.
Wearing a mask badly acting as if you are some other body
Sad to say you are no good.
Miss that interaction but I fear its gone for good.
Until that I know for sure I’ll be around.
But do not think I will be bought by whoever it is you truly are.
Cause you are nothing except a fake.