Tug on the ropes that keep you there.
What remains is but a false form of care.
Hounded by the beats of a war drum.
Where is the endless pounding coming from?
Too late to know but plenty of time to run.
Never forget where you originally spun,
Clear of all the facets that did not fit.
Are you not getting real sick of it?

Perform the feats only meant to amaze.
Kickstarting this petty back and forth craze.
Lingering in the avenues of more.
Do you not remember how the world turned poor?
Seldom do bodies get to be risen.
Rather they reside in an invisible prison.
Carved from society we have perfected.
Here is where everything has become infected.

Fashion the forms of what is yet to evolve.
Problems that you did not need to solve.
For our markers are wearing down low.
Soon we will have to reform or just go.
What a state of destruction you have to admit.
That upon these monuments we did sit.
Stare down as if we were perched up high.
When really we were down and should’ve tried.

Talons in turmoil has become our last claim.
Opened the portals to wide rivers of pain.
Haunted by deeds we did squander.
Upon things we continue to ponder.
Trapped in the surging stream.
We should be ready to scream.
But fix the source we still fumble and fail.
For once we should aim and attempt to prevail.

Raise the anchor so we can get clear.
It’s all that I ask for while I remain here.
Gouged and dirty is not a loved life.
It keeps me and us; drowning in strife.
So give us the option or end all the games.
Don’t want to be living as if stuck in frames;
Frozen in time and taunted with freedom.
Such things are the most broken forms of income.

Pollute my veins with your love.
Feels like you were sent from above.
Tight chest and feeling dizzy.
Don’t think my chest has ever felt so busy.

Eyes of grey I can’t escape.
Not a feeling I wish to break.
Smile plastered vast and wide.
So far this has been the best sort of ride.

Speaking sweetly in my ear.
Dispels all forms of potential fear.
With a wink of your eye.
I refuse to depart and wave goodbye.

Is this what heaven feels like?
If so I’ll live it through day and night.
Fixated on every part of you.
I see the look to say you’re doing the same too.

Joy is never far away.
At this rate I’ll never see grey.
I have no issue so let it be.
To me this feels like I am free.

Happiness runs real deep.
Even feel it while I am asleep.
What a success to get to say;
You and me, forever and a day.

Forged in the heat of the sun.
Never can I evade the universe of fun.
You burn like a star and I am in awe.
How could I fail to not love and adore?

Eons of union sound perfect to me.
Because you are the only one I wish to see.
Angel in my midst is best I can say.
This feeling will never fade and drift away.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Inject the invasion from the light of the moon.
What lies deep within is just another tune.
Song of the creepy who sit beside the damned.
If you want something more you should have lent a hand.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Versions in revision from the crooked book.
Each new day is leaving all of us shook.
Baked by the rays which roast off our flesh.
Don’t think these are matters to which we should profess.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

With circles in the squares and dots at the core.
I say this new space has made us a whore.
Wretched and ruined by the lethal chimes.
Soon we will be sitting amongst the end of all times.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.
Annoyingly.
Soul destroyingly.

For justice in the houses is not justice in the halls.
Writing scriptures will not stop the rot from the calls.
So heed these words and listen long unless you wish to trip.
What is here is not needed unless you wish to give…
Madness to the crows so they might soldier on.
While ghouls are your conscious when you have done wrong.
I know it sounds so crazy when I say it all aloud,
But make one false move and be turned into a cloud.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Walk to the gates;
When will come the fates?
Laugh in denial;
Beneath the sickened smile.
Subvert and surprise;
Lead them to the rise.
Waiting for the call;
To ignite the ball.

Serenity has come;
Roll out and be done.
When will we answer back?
Our mind is under that!
Crash to the sting;
Are these the doubts you bring?
Cause all that comes is noise,
Killing off the joys.

Examine the fog;
While sinking in the bog.
Losing ground to shade;
They wish to be obeyed.
Dredging up the seas;
Bodies start to freeze.
Fear is striking deep;
Outlook is seeming bleak.

Pressure and refuse;
Why’d you light the fuse?
Hunger coming in;
This is not a win.
Hounded to the edge;
That was the solemn pledge.
Soon it will be done,
Ending us as one.

Why don’t you do this?
How come you do it like that?
What is the point in x?
If you want it different then do it yourself.
I’m here to live as I wished to,
Not be a repeat of any of you.
Get it through your heads or move on.
Not willing to live under the gun.

My opinion is what matters.
Let me tell you the best solution.
It will change everything.
None of these statements are helping.
Keep them in your head unless I ask.
I don’t know you so keep quiet.
It might sound harsh but it is true.
If you wish to release them then do it like I do.

Criticism wrapped up as advice.
Not something that I wish to entice.

How about you do this?
Why not start with that?
What is the point in…?
Silence before I explode.
You’re not getting it and I can’t be clearer.
Remove yourself from my interior.
Grab a hold and get a grip.
I’m unwilling to listen to some selfish power trip.

Criticism wrapped up as advice.
Not something that I wish to entice.
For these calls are blind.
Not meant to be kind.
Judgement dressed as invitation.
Never asked so add in some hesitation.
End your rants meant to erode.
I live my life by a different code.
Dislike then shuffle off.
I know the truth cause I’ve heard you scoff.

So now more…
It’s over.
Take your statements;
Commit them to paper.

Ruptured from the core.
Craving for so much more.
My arms are open,
But words are yet to be spoken.
Give me your will and I will gift you mine.
Indecision does not need the time.
With shattered ashes and broken glass.
Neither of us wants this crash.
Idolised and slipping down,
The levels rising and soon we’ll drown.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Screamed rapture above.
Rides upon wings of a dove.
Eyes are locked;
Both of us are gripped and shocked.
Mesmerised by who we have found.
Maybe we should go to ground.
Strike a match and light our wick.
Begin what is to come right quick.
Not fester in the darkened halls.
A place where lingerers turn to thralls.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Wasted by stagnation.
Feels like eternal degradation.
Smiles exchanged;
Is it something we both want retained?
I say yes and you confirm it too.
From here on out this is what we should pursue.
Damn the consequences and the noise.
We’ll embark on feeling all the joys,
That life affords us as two.
It was birthed from out of the blue.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Restraint is for the merciful;
It’s something I find quite non-surgical.
I’d rather carve than engage in negotiation,
For it builds upon my reputation;
Of vicious heart with a murderous mind.
Time to cut the body from the rind.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Kindness is for the meek.
To me it has always tasted sweet.
It’s why I ravage and erode.
Live by my self-serving code;
Served by my hands of blood.
Drenched so thoroughly you might think its mud.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Forgiveness was constructed by fools.
The sort who always change the rules.
Play at being nice and kind,
But when you turn your back they grind;
Reduce you down to a pile of dust.
At least I’m honest with my bloodlust.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Understanding is so uninspiring.
To be honest I find it disgustingly tiring.
Hence why I will ignore the claims and carry on.
Embark on what I find is fun.
Butchering souls who walk too near.
Breed within them ravines of fear.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Know what matters to you the most.
Raise your glass to it and toast.
For your self-worth will remain the key.
Never discard or hand it away for free.
Build your kingdom; see it grow.
Through you life will continually flow.
Yet wounds will come to rip you wide.
Take each one of them in your stride.
Repair and reform but don’t lose hope.
Everything that happens is within your scope.
Capable of being overcome.
Do not give in to that demand to run.
For your wishes are all you need.
Ignore how others might feast on greed.
They are not you and you don’t need them.
Keep a tight hold upon your gem.
It is your world and the days yet to come.
Always remember the beat of your drum,
As it sits deep within your chest.
Those are the only feelings to be possessed.
For they guide and decide what is your route.
Along its path you will find plenty of loot.
That which matters and keeps you merry,
Also it leads you away from the Reaper’s awaiting ferry.

Key in the lock brings you the feeling;
Haunting is a big part of what you’ve been stealing.
A lesson in the cellar and a book in the rack.
You walked into this mess now see if you can get back,
With no directions to justice or connections to climb.
What is the purpose in taking your time?

Fist in the face forges a believing.
All of the voices seem reliant on scheming.
Ghost in the graveyard holding a frog.
Is there a meaning or is it a part like a cog,
In a big machine you do not understand?
The speeches given sound overly grand.

Delusion packed into staged decline;
Everywhere you look is covered in grime.
Sown into sockets which bring forth your fear.
It strikes at your heart like a perfectly hurled spear.
Breeding deicide which has overrun in circles.
Might be why you are stuck with a track full of hurdles.

Systematic sense of self-prevailing sin.
Its accompanied by a staged wide smiling grin.
Sales in motion and a glimmer in the eyes.
Each word that they speak is just to disguise;
Mask the destruction for which they greedily thirst.
Forever they will crave to be the very and only first.

Unwind the connections to solve the mystery.
Each piece is wrapped in a bloated dynasty,
Of sick minded masters begging for bread.
Below the surface maybe you’ll learn of skins shed,
By the fools who played in the fires.
Far too obsessed with their hungry desires.

Languish under skies of melting moons.
Where you reside is frequented by nothing but loons.
Harbour or commit heresy for the solution.
That can be your one and only contribution,
In a parade built on rubble.
You know you will soon be in deep trouble.

Slam shut the door if you hope to escape.
If you don’t you’ll face an endless scrape.
The skinning of memories until they are spent,
Into the whirlwind of lies endlessly sent.
But you want a victimless type of life,
So do as is written before comes tricked sacrifice.

I hear you wish to garner favour;
Never will it be done with your behaviour.
Charged in without a thought or sense.
Now you plead for recompense.
Disjointed in your way of thinking.
So you hold us captive until we are sinking.
Beyond the realms of being saved.
Best description for the act is depraved.
Unleashed by a hand most enthralled by violence.
All that remains are the eons of deathly silence.
Formed to shapes which do not belong.
The only word we speak is cried; wrong.
Hallucinations fashioned from decayed bombs,
Over these methods you hold no qualms.
Polluted into red venomous bile.
Demanding everyone else is put to trial.
Cape of thorns hangs off your back.
Wallow in the darkest pit of black.
Orders which you declare with joy.
To you we are nothing but a toy;
Objects to be manipulated.
In preparation for us to be subjugated.
Twisting histories to form a narrative.
For you that is most imperative.
Cementing your dominion over all.
From here on out all we shall do is stall.
Favour ripped from our mangled hands.
Alongside it came the conquering of these lands.
Behaviour damned when you stole the world.
Leathery wings of desecration unfurled.