Rhythm Of The Beat

Its a little concerning,With all of your burning,Sealed by a yearning.Darkness treads! Fashion and fiction.Here comes affliction.Woven interdiction.Pass the pale! Siphon the system.But never Christen.Broken by this’n.Reap and sow! Heresy for bitching.Society’s twitching.Content with snitching.Fold to frame! Rapture your capture.Call a dispatcher.End with new fracture.Vent your spleen! Polish to gleaming.Are you still dreaming?Desperate while screaming.DishonestContinue reading “Rhythm Of The Beat”

Of Passion And Purity

Trimming lives like you would fingernails.No hesitation is entailed.Cutting deep and shrugging long.A line of thinking doused in wrong.But never do thoughts of forgiveness rise.Spread far and wide is how you despise.Venom soaked rag to silence a mass.To the throat will be delivered a killing slash. Yet in better days you chose to sing.From beautyContinue reading “Of Passion And Purity”

Pariah Messiah

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 shouldContinue reading “Pariah Messiah”

Paradise Is Blind

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 theContinue reading “Paradise Is Blind”

Fire The Trumpets

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 cavernsContinue reading “Fire The Trumpets”

Familiarity, Save Me

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.SaveContinue reading “Familiarity, Save Me”