Silent disgrace woven amongst tales of treachery and theft.
That which survives might only be a section of some convoluted test.
Vie for power to see if that turns out to be true or false.
Picture perfect is how it seems we failed to check the pulse.
Grafted poachers along the winding mountain trail of curse.
Bled dry what should have been a bountiful purse.

Pariah,
My messiah.
Built from blood and stone.
Devoid of a real home.
Tortured by the heavens,
While left with no one…
But those named solace and melancholy!

Scattered thoughts salvaged and bonded into a single shape.
No thought was given to whether such actions were most unkind.
Until plagues came to wittle away what did remain.
Turning mountains to ash and forests to spouts of flame.
Robbed the territories of what was never on offer.
Paid out the debts with an empty falsified coffer.

Pariah,
My messiah.
Built from blood and stone.
Devoid of a real home.
Tortured by the heavens,
While left with no one…
But those named solace and melancholy!

Veracity has been sold not bought.
Each fresh page is written, blood sport.
It’s why with howls we screech for peace.
For right here is where Orion fashioned our grief.

Pariah,
My messiah.
Built from blood and stone.
Devoid of a real home.
Tortured by the heavens,
While left with no one…
But solace and melancholy.

Paradise is but a memory on the horizon.
Stare too long and you’ll go blind from trying.
But out in the wilds you might have a chance.
Here is the decree…
Bond it with the end of happenstance.

Pilfered and looted by the endless scheme.
Whatever they promised was never even a dream.
Twisted words formed of rotting lies.
You are the sacrifice…
Is what they hope to yell to the skies.

Pantheons built on the bones of helpers.
So many souls have turned into scalpers.
Damaged goods feeding innocent young.
Cry for disaster…
Hopefully soon the tragedy will be undone.

Putrid with outcomes which don’t quite align.
Some ramblings about the number being nine.
What is this madness birthed from the blue.
Sick of the savagery…
Soon monsters will be marching through.

Idolised by the heathens in the scriptures and scrolls.
Claims that absolutions will be found in hot coals.
Dive in the trenches and hope for a saviour.
Stabbed in the solace…
Surrounded by incoherent torture behaviour.

Bribed from the mast to be damned in the fog.
Days all consumed with choking upon lethal smog.
Itch in the chest which refuses to fade.
Hear all the pleas…
None will free us from being betrayed.

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.