Strip the flesh from my form.
I will continue to weather the storm.
Assaulted by screaming wind.
Anyone would think that I have sinned.
Blasted by driving rain.
All it brings are the vicious stings of pain.
Hollow me and decry.
Forever I will look up to the sky.
Snap my body in two.
I shall continue to push right on through.
No sign that I will quit.
The world will just have to get used to it.
My core will take much more.
Every attempt you make proves you a bore.

Deny me sustenance.
See if that brings some kind of recompense.
Answers are aborted.
Years of torment to which you resorted.
Weathered by all you do.
Remain unable to get through to you.
Paradise built on lie.
Friends have been chopped down by the hands of my,
Enemy who resumes;
They are numerous like our fallen tombs.
Desecration in view.
We can’t speak a word to any of you.
One day soon none will stand.
Try then and see if you can save this land.

Alone I sit in hell.
I have been removed of all of my shell.
Feel naked with it gone.
Exposure means I’ve been bleached by the sun.
Before long I will go.
Time is short as far as I believe though.
Raindrops burn all they touch.
The agony has become far too much.
Then factor in wind too.
It feels like razors are slicing through.
Little remains of me.
Exhausted from all of this misery.
Breaking point has been found.
Soon I will be a silent lifeless mound.

Walk into the night.
Stars shining so bright.
Knife between the teeth.
Hoping for relief.
Hide amongst the shade.
Pray the debts been paid.

Here lies the body mortis.
It is of sole importance.
Hand upon the brave.
Nothing left to crave.
With a strike to the heart.
Extinguished was that spark.

Razors at the ready.
Striking hand is steady.
Preparation for the kill.
Blood soon will spill.
Stain does mark the end.
To say victim is pretend.

Last day in the sun.
Believing its just begun.
Naive to the truth.
Soon you’ll see the proof.
Serves upon a plate.
To try to bargain is too late.

Not much more to say.
Body left to waste and decay.
Payment has been made.
Body mortis is fully paid.
No more struggling.
For this is declared as fin.

Absolute zero.
That is you as a hero.
Powers of an everyman.
Could do with being a barbarian.
For your intent is lacking.
Each new day you are slacking.
Speak but only sound comes out.
And when you speak it is chock full of doubt.

Wrapped in spandex like a fool;
You don’t look anything close to cool.
Just a guy who crosses the line.
Interferring in things that are fine.
Looks more like an excuse to mingle;
No surprise that you’re still single.

Manners of an exiled troll.
You always demand a toll.
Payment for your misdeeds.
Moral compass that exceeds,
How low a person is able to sink.
If only you’re ego would shrink.
Wither down to normal size.
Not parade in that non-disguise.

Trailed by that frayed rag you adore;
You couldn’t be more of a bore.
Twisted too and intent on lies.
You have never fought off man sized flies?
Delusion you placed into your head;
It is what we have all constantly said.

Pitch a tent to get a grip.
Before into the pit you do slip.
Cause friends have run away.
Don’t want to be counted as they.
For your hands are too damaging.
And you need some examining.
Brand built on a lack of foundation.
You lack every kind of action.

Helter-skelter run around the endless face of a clock.
What stands here does not mean that it’s what you’ve got.
Mark territory with a stream that might not remain.
So much could still be banished by a stain.
Wrap tendrils and press a world to the chest.
Run the thread through everything that’s best.
Can’t shift how things have been perceived.
When is it my payment will be received?

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context; maybe I’m a friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Rocking horse that swings from the left to the right.
Things still standing might not really lead to a source of light.
Confusion consumes and invades on all fronts.
Let me engage in the numerous blood hunts.
Cause busy is code for sitting on my tod,
And to be truthful its starting to look odd.
It’s as if I’ve been sentenced to stay on my own.
Like a chastised dog who did relentlessly moan.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Merry-go-round inverted and without a brake.
All of these fragments here I wish to forsake.
Patterns like scriptures scratched onto wood.
Can I say that any are actually good?
Feelings suggest I should exclaim no.
About what I feel I do not really know.
For these are words that have entered the room.
I don’t want them to be the start of my doom.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Forgiveness is a two way street.
Don’t ask if you’re not willing to meet,
Halfway along the road of remorse.
Some only plot a demanding course.
Believe they are owed being let off the hook.
Not how that should ever actually look.
But if you are sincere with your regret,
Then there is a chance you’ll no longer be deemed a threat.
Not written or marked out in stone.
It is a decision that depends on the person.
Accept what is offered and in time rifts can heal.
Forcing matters only reveals that you steal;
Plan to betray right from the start.
Such will be counted as proof of an empty heart.

Welcome glory and all its light.
Never will it be too bright.
Sectioned mind with plenty of space.
Whatever you want I refuse disgrace.
Bullying words meant to wither and bend.
All those statements have been condemned.
Patronise but still I will plough forward.
The future has not been preordered.
So do your worst and witness the effects.
Once I’m done you’ll need to be checked.
Burns will marks you from my words.
Too often the masses around me flock like birds.

Disaster is not written into stone.
I will ascend up to my throne.
Fractured links will not bring an end.
My opinions I will continue to defend.
Call me wrong but you are worse.
Everything needs to be risk averse.
Fun has been quarterised to the bone.
Many souls have changed to lying prone.
No chance in that I will partake.
Decisions were on you to mistake.
Instead I shall build my world.
Not be trapped in a cage that will be hurled.

Majority does not means its right.
People do pick the wrong fight.
Forced on stage is not the life for me.
Need some space so I can simply be.
Prods and probes are not the solution.
All they do is breed greater confusion.
It’s why I am better without the noise.
That way I retain all of my poise.
Sounds wrong to you but I don’t care.
The rest of you are only just about there.
Spirits pretending to be corporeal.
Not a trap into which I ever wish to fall.

Blaze a trail that is your own.
Discount all the shade which is thrown.
Meld your head however you please.
Leave the instructions out to freeze.
I know best for I have to live with me.
Outsiders disallowed will never get a key.
So keep your actions to yourself.
I’m only focused on my mental health.
Will let the toxicity run through the damned.
Same souls who gave in to be scammed.
People determined to morph so they fit.
Never want to be one who sells out for it.

I call me boring but you won’t admit;
Apparently that is something you wish I’d quit.
Whip smart but can’t see that is true.
Can’t remember half of what I once knew.
Still you insist while declaring my victory.
I am the marshal who will write our history.
Union between lines that divide.
Pity so few wish to subscribe.
Instead the battles continue to rage.
But neither of us will ever engage.
Old habits that should’ve died hard.
So long ago when it was still sung by bard.
However that is not how this runs.
Great swathes of the world descended to slums.
Apocalypse is coming but we stay side by side.
Whatever comes we’ll make it through this ride.

Smile from ear to somewhere close to here.
Eyes like rainbows that refuse to quit.
Not sure if this is what we should be doing dear.
People will not leave me with permit.
All they want is to stick their oar in.
Sick of hearing the words they’re espousing.
Each line is a little more boring.
To make matters worse they’ve started shouting.
Taken to reaching unto me about how I’m being used.
Claim they have proof that you’re bad news.
Wonder how they’d feel about being accused?
Doubt they’d like that to be what others choose.

Can hear them outside endlessly mouthing.
Ripping the door open I’ll give them a reason to run.
“Sick of all you doing this whispered gathering,
You might think it’s right but it’s lies you’ve spun.
Want a piece of happiness then find it yourselves,
No need to spit on what we have.
Yet you won’t cause you’re stuck on shelves.
Compass in hand that offers no nav.”
In response they all shuffle and disperse.
No apologies are presented unto us.
Their continued behaviour makes this worse.
Maybe we should take a ride on a bus.

We fled but you didn’t agree with me.
Thought we should have remained.
But I was sick of them demanding I agree.
And they were never going to be constrained.
Spreading lies is all they knew how to do.
Happiness does not require them.
Now we can do as we wish and grow.
There’s nobody left to condemn,
Besmirch your name like I’m not aware.
Did they forget that I played a part?
Hell, I was even stood right there.
Shows none of them were particularly smart.

Years later and we are at peace.
You and I continued to share,
And our bond never did release.
Outcome was better than any prayer.
Laughing about all the madness of ‘home.’
Remembering how neighbours did chatter.
Couldn’t even keep it confined to the phone.
If only they knew of the manufactured plot we did shatter.
Matters little for few will remain.
Most will be in permanent lying.
They really thought this was a game.
Bet if they saw us now they would regret prying.

Spin so much I can’t see past the funnel.
Think I’d prefer to be down in a tunnel.
With debris that cuts my skin is so scarred.
Not things I thought I’d have to regard.
But darkness is terror and I’m not drawn.
In the depths there are things said to spawn.
Marred surface upon which we once stood.
Never have I had the all clear that I could.
Instead been twisting at the heart of a storm.
Not something to which I’m truthfully drawn.
Yet life is better when you can live.
My mind is not empty like a sieve.
If it were I’d be long since departed.
Rather I have only just started.
Study is but a part of the process.
Complex like a game of pro chess.
Answers could come at any time.
What I would give to cross that invisible line.
Gaze upon the surface of our home.
Perhaps even take a while to roam.
If only ancestors had not ignored each sign.
Then everything would have been fine.
Instead we are trapped up in the air.
Surprisingly there is not enough space up here.
Research continues as does the ticking of days.
The more I work I realise this problems a maze.
Yet I refuse to throw in the towl and admit defeat.
Doing so would only condemn us to a state of obsolete,
And with systems failing our home will decline.
To such a fate I cannot accept or resign,
Our community has braved centuries to stand,
Have their feet against actual land.
And when the day comes to signal that victory.
I will be stood shoulder to shoulder with everybody.

Forget me or forgive me not.
These are all the ideas that I’ve got.
Mother’s in the streets with tears in their eyes.
Babies are crying because of the cracked skies.
Hound off the lease and sinking right in.
Streets littered with despair, not sure where to begin.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of decay;
Will end us as we play.

Forget me or forgive me not.
This is all my mind is capable to spot.
Bodies are hanging from posts with bright lights.
On every corner the mindless engage in fights.
Buildings are aflame and starting to fall.
Across the walls are the final words written in scrawl.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of the decay;
Will end us as we play.

Division has become our party trick.
If only it wasn’t multiplying the sick;
That which I feel as I breathe.
All around are things that do seethe.
Twist the blade deeper into skin.
If only we could say that from here on in,
Slaughter and violence would not be our principal guiding.

Wouldn’t that be a real something.
Not real and I doubt it ever will come.
Our numbers are too busy living by the gun.
Obsessed by self-destruction and that which is insane.
This is a backstory to our in motion campaign.

Death of the dance,
Removed the romance.
Life of the decay,
Will end us as we play.

Forget me or forgive me not.
Forgive naught and forget the lot.