Waiting for the fog to clear.
This annoyance is so near.
Can’t bring myself to look.
My fate has been carved by hook.
Words engraved into my wall.
They haunt me and taunt my fall.
I need to break free of my curse.
Before I end up in the back of a hearse.
Call me morbid but its true.
Terror runs right the way through.

Why is it not a dream?
Error state,
I can’t seem to scream.
Protocol late.
Set me free of obscene.

Run the cable into my skin.
Cannot stop my wide grin.
Pick apart my mind twisted.
Into what have I enlisted?
No reason for the smile.
I just know it’s been awhile.
Cut the cord so I can slide.
No cloud upon which I can glide.
Imprisonment in my head.
Tortured soul to which I’m wed.

Why is it not a dream?
Error state,
I can’t seem to scream.
Protocol late.
Set me free of obscene.

What is left is barely me.
This brutality won’t let me be.
More synthetic than I wish to admit.
These pieces don’t really fit.
Cleaved to parts and strung out.
All I wish to do is shout.
Torn and patched back up again.
Pain is forever at a ten.
Kill the power and let me go.
Cannot take this madness though.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Decroum has been thrown to the wolves.
All that remains are the skins of fools.
Hand me down an empty tome.
Carve the eyes so far from home;
With a twisted metal rusted heart.
You have no glory to make you smart.
Just a rotten open festering hole.
Hand outstretched pleading for control.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Ruptures down a party line.
No more words lead to fine.
Gouged out victim on a call.
Erected around innocence a wall.
Proper solution there is no key.
What remains should simply not be.
Filter through every particle of fog.
This whole existence is bathed in slog.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Stitch shut the eyes of heretic.
Withered down to just a split.
Marry doom to lights decay.
Perforate until it all goes away.
Iodine will be injected in.
New discourse ripples skin.
Replace hope with dismay.
Wish it all would just go away.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Childish with your world view.
So much junk do you spew.
Obsessed with being right.
Far too eager to pick a fight.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Adolescent and stubborn too.
Pity you won’t let it go.
Pouring over every detail.
Desperate for an excuse to declare fail.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Adult in the vaguest definition.
Departed so we’re under suspicion.
What a strange way to exist.
Spending every moment miffed.

But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.

Is that a legacy worth giving?
Think you should do some thinking.
Yet I know you won’t even try.
Too busy attempting to stem supply.

If it’s too fatal and flawed,
Why are you even bothered?
Maybe it’s cause your words are a lie.
Saddened by this but goodbye.

Excuses just to play with lives.
In my opinion it is quite contrived.
Another story with no proof.
Starting to think this is a spoof.
Manufactured outrage for some glory.
OK, fair enough continue you’re allegory.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is out of control.

Spout some words to reach a plain.
All while breeding what you should contain.
Politics with peoples health.
Such things should be on a shelf.
But hey that is up to you.
Ignore the experts if you want to.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is out of control.

Then what will you do when you’re all infected?
This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t neglected.
Based your statements on pure jealousy.
How brainless and careless could you be?
On a scale of one to fifty.
I’d say you’re at a hundred truly.
So shortsighted and pathetic.
Obvious that it’s a staged rhetoric.
All because you feel grieved.
Pull your heads out the sand bank then it might be eased.

Just don’t come up to us,
When you are falling at the rush.
See your halls fill up with souls.
Once everything is so far out of control.

The blur is just a part of the bite.
Pictures are rendering me in spite.
Not a view I ever wished to hold.
Too bad, too late you were not good or bold.

Practice words and see if they fit.
Five, four, A, B, C; I’m sick of it.
Break these chains; here I come.
Blind, deaf, called stupid and dumb.

Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.

Picture truth then glue the lie.
Make all the innocent run and cry.
Finger points cause why not prevail.
Thread through the needle to tip the scale.

Venture deep to dig up crows.
Sit them along the wall in rows.
Damning are the stares they give.
With those looks you force me to live.

Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.

But why are you always being this way?
I don’t understand why you love to pick on me.
DId I do something that I don’t recall?
Make you ask: what gives him the gall?
Haven’t a clue but I would like to know.
Give me something before the snow.
It’s not that hard I wouldn’t think.
There has to be a reason you push me to the brink.
Speak it now and let it be known.
I’ll stand here and be silent as stone.
Just tell me please I beg of you.
Why is it that you hold this view?

You want to hear why?
I simply do not like you guy.
Opinions on every little thing.
And no solutions do you ever bring.

Preach and speak oh so sweet.
Makes me want to chew concrete.
I see the hurt right in your eyes.
Yeah that’s right, it is you I despise.

Professional haters, you are but a disease.
Spouting and disastrous, you do as you please.

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.

So give me guidance and maybe some spurring.
Cause after this long it feels like I’m yearning,
To let go and see where I fall down to the land below.
Some say it’s wrong but how is it that they can know?
None have ventured from the walls of this kingdom great.
They view stepping from beyond these walls as a mistake.
It’s why I’m asking for just a little of your time.
Otherwise I may just push off at the next chime.

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
(Fit with the plan)
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
(Every single span)
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
(Puts me on edge)
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.

Fashion a convergence between above and below.
If that is too much than you might as well say so.
But I don’t think that what I’m asking is above and beyond.
If it was then would I still be grasping onto this frond?
You might say yes but I need it explained.
For so many times my caution has been blamed.
Seen me labelled as the demon in furs.
And right now I’m sick of when this occurs.

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
(Fit with the plan)
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
(Every single span)
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
(Puts me on edge)
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.

Anonymous is so incongruous,
But is that even right to say?
Not sure but I wish it to be that way.
Cause too many hide behind a mask.
Feels like going from first to last.
Lagging at the back of the line.
Every word I say be dubbed a crime.
With no one real to back a point.
Everything is starting to disjoint.
Juxtapose against what it once was,
And all for a: just because.
Don’t you think that sounds off?
I know some of you might scoff.
Berate me for being out of touch.
Well if this is reality its got too much.
Derailed and slammed into a wall.
In desperate need of a withdrawal.
Reset performed upon the masses.
Far too many have been given free passes.
Allowed to twist and lie to win.
Ignorance has become the dumbest sin.
Blooming all around the world.
Upon this bonfire this should be hurled.
My opinion and not well loved.
It’s why I know I will soon be shoved.
Banished to the darkest corner.
Where everyone will dub me the mourner.
Out of touch and out of time.
Never let me speak another line.
But still it doesn’t change the fact.
That faceless pseudonyms have been backed.
For far too long and without reprieve.
I feel there is no one left to believe.
Anonymous is so incongruous.

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Being fashionable is so contrived.
Soon the meteroite will have arrived.
Looming larger upon the horizon.
No one said that I despise them.
They’re just words to drive a wedge.
Much rather be descending on a sledge.
Down the slopes of brilliant snow.
No this is not a metaphor though.
Read too deep you’ll be disappoined.
Human minds are so very disjointed.
Organisation is not what it should be.
Success with it requires a degree.

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Take things serious it will hurt.
May even render you inert.
Querying what matters least.
When you should be busy with a feast.
A thirst for knowledge and progress.
Yes your mind like mine is a mess.
But wouldn’t you rather be alive?
Then be sifting through this quagmire.
It’s spreading fast and you’re sinking slow.
Sooner or later it will cut your flow.
Leave you only with; it’s all gone.
In that there is not an ounce of fun.

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Write gonzo attempting to impress.
Reality is subjected to duress.
Fabrciated forms supposed to be a line.
Next words out my mouth are: it will be mine.
Not sure on the liberty of the setting sun.
Did one meet two to make us dumb?
Personality suggests me to be a liar.
You refute the claims from this haunted choir.
All are ill and wishing to share their pain.
Yes these are the demons who would scream lame.
A sad sad story built on the bones of the cute.
Final point will render every word they say moot.
Not a claim that should writhe in the pit.
Scoop up the ingenuity with a well worn mitt.
Bored by sane so you sold those means for air.
Put me right back in with a count of despair.

Ligatures ring the flawless neck.
Upon them so many wish to peck.
Weave their lies ’til they form truth.
Soon we can say they’ll be long in the tooth.
Twinned and bathed in dark blood.
Silhouettes who stand to welcome a flood.
Wavering in the breeze of fame.
Each new word is sounding tame.
So stack the chairs ’til they reach the roof.
All while speaking in a manner that is aloof.
Cause the dregs are not the draw.
Instead they whisper of a refashioned law.
Drenched in sweat and without pity.
Time to get down to the nitty-gritty.
Apparently you haven’t noticed the change.
It comes from a place that’s quite deranged.

Spectres, spooks, creeps and crawlers.
They are all marked out as stalkers.
Each ready for a bar room brawl.
Desperate to have a fresh place to trawl.
Yet heed these words only if you will.
All of society you can see them spill.
Twist the point until it clicks.
It leads to an eternity filled with licks.
While swinging to the horror themes.
None of this is from wildest dreams.
Just the truth of what is told.
You have been brought into the fold.
Not as predator but as prey.
It’s the only position, so they say.
Which is probably why you look so pale.
For this is the end of your short little tale.

I walked to the woods for a change of pace.
Everything around me conveyed so much space.
But my mind did not wander and roam oh so free.
Instead I did fester in the darkest part of me.
What a state to be trapped in when beauty surrounds.
A period most concerning to which I seem bound.
For this world is a car crash and we the debris.
If we screech too loud we’ll be collected with glee.
Shovelled into bins and then dumped in a pile.
If that were to happen then we’d have no smile.
So hush your voices and keep your volume down.
I for one don’t want to wear the tragedy crown.
It’s ringed with thorns and has a tendency to slip.
Rather be left to bite upon my bottom lip.
Pain would be less much like the brutality.
These are all things that I admit terrify me.
So once I return I will lock all the doors.
Rather be left to glare then face all my flaws.
Consideration has become a lost art of truth.
So much of life seems to have become a spoof.
Mirror of what should have been reality.
I do not want to hear anyone speaking down to me.
An affliction that has grown fifteen heads.
Sounds like someone has been skipping their meds.
It might be me, him or they to be honest.
Then again was there ever a single thing promised?
Gut reaction leans toward pointless.
Time for a snooze which might get it through us.
Yet still no decision has actually been made.
Sick of this which seems forever overplayed.
That is why I roamed around in the woods.
Desperate to one day get a hold of the goods.
A positive shift out of the days filled with grey.
When it happens I will be transported so far away.
Capable of glancing from a brand new angle.
No longer left with commands to strangle.
Once more I will take that route through the trees.
This time I smile when I hear the buzz of the bees.