Sick of the conflict that rages for no reason.Bound by nylon for not committing treason.Obsessions rule in this house of Belial.Force fed another concoction from a vial.Breed domestication in hearts and souls.Wipe away individuality from each persons control.Make husks to use as pawns in a game unending.Here there is no such thing as mending.For bridgesContinue reading “Imp”
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Second Abomination Title
Slide these tiles until they fit.To call down from the heavens a solution.Paralysed with open staring eyes.Bring victims up alongside.As druids dance under a pale blue moon.Selection cannot come from a tomb.Rocks are totems meant to convey.Divide will conquer in this deformed way.Like zeroes and ones sketching a future.Soon I know that I will pointContinue reading “Second Abomination Title”
Times Don’t Have To Change
Remember the times when we slept all day.How we watched the rain down at that bay.Swimming in stars, our eyes filled with wonder.Couldn’t care less about some simple blunder.What happened to those times?Did we grow or has life gone wild?I cannot say but I want to go back. These days I barely sleep when IContinue reading “Times Don’t Have To Change”
Fracture
Patchwork heart grafted to skin.No vault worth living within.Confessions are sentences when martyrs take seat.Divine intervention was elected to beat… Prophets wrapped in paper.Apologies are a failure.With knives to our skin.Jokes are a sin.So fetch this water before idols start to turn.For once motions are set there is no aborting. Punctured lung with a nail.BodyContinue reading “Fracture”
Bile In Skin
You wanted war from a hamlet in the next county over.But when it came to joining you were unable.Mouthy only when there were no stakes.You are first and foremost amongst fakes. Petitioned for expulsion of all those not native.That was until you realised you’re a foreign creative.Never heard an opinion swing so quick and severe.SurprisedContinue reading “Bile In Skin”
Isobel
I remember when you flew too close to the sun.That flash lit up our entire horizon.From East to West there were obituary’s written.Passing traders spoke of the tragedy that was your immolation. As years passed an edifice to you was erected.No name carved which left many conflicted.For you had been our most favourite daughter.Brave andContinue reading “Isobel”
Raise All, Not Just Those At The Summit
Freedom is only free for those on the ladder.If you’ve fallen off then you’re treated like a leper.Seen as lazy with no prospects or use.A drain on society that should be removed.Yet what does that mean if you dug into it?You’re talking about euthanasia, you heartless creeps! Sick psychopaths, you’ve lost all your empathy.These areContinue reading “Raise All, Not Just Those At The Summit”
There Are No Allies
Laced with a deicide mind bred for a single thing.Wait for the inevitable boom that’s about to ring.Fuelled only by negative sentiment.Does this sound like a healthy environment?No, and that’s because its not.Yet this is social media in its current state.Tearing down those who only wish to share.Programming is to what the masses do adhere.UnableContinue reading “There Are No Allies”
Zealot
What are these puppet strings that I pull?No solace is given from this activity.Weaving a narrative meant to be amplified.But all I feel is my world divide. Forget pollution that I forged.My mind I want torched.Cleansed of what I have wrought.Lay me to rest or show me a way.To prevent this abomination that I carvedContinue reading “Zealot”
Inked With Blood
A walk amongst detritus.No space to inspire us.What lives is a mistake.Prosperity born from what you use to deceive us. Mirrors line our gilded halls.Places where no ones hears desperate calls. Tombstones and frauds.Violations branded as gods.Siphon light from our hope.Bend our minds until they are beyond broke. Fade into these hellscapes.Painted from nightmares madeContinue reading “Inked With Blood”