May your name escape my throat in my final day.

It was a hot summer day
Just like all those now and before
Anyway, you meant to run away
Get riddin' the moment, hurray
I do taste relieve when I wake up
Foul display of apathy, can't escape
To think I could not say it
Admit what I felt was new
Baby I would exchange
The sum of my travels
They did not seem to fortify
My mental, these fears resist
being washed away, cannot board
Dreams, art galleries haunted
By placeholders disfigured
By misunderstandings and blurs
Lay waste to reality
Paint the Moon red and destroy the Sun
Match my equals in battle and so far
Little else compares to your breath
Lingering on my neck as the drums
Skip my heartbeats, fasten by trance
Aching sore dry eyes serenate
Barren wastelands forgo innibit passion
Fastforward a broken state, that boat?
A ship that departed towards nowhere
Might as well keep walking
I breath easy only if I keep talking
Scared I forget to stand tall
Taxing true, as a hurricane at sea
And break yet another promise
I never intent to keep so close
though it seems only some golden words
worthwhile to trade for hope and a smile
Fortune was not what I was hearing
Then again rain makes for a fit companion
when everyone else moves on
so far from home, where is this place
God I forget to make up
a new condoned outbreak
Infect your ears with symphony
Baby it is not a zombie morphic state
I just gotta keep on sleepwalking
and perhaps you won't look so distant
Asia, America, Africa? Where do I need to be..
May your name escape my throat in my final day.

Infected dreams

Pinpoint my draining spirit
My answer is a resounding negative
Impulse to leg it, that rasp voice
Is a disease that clocks towards disaster
How can one become better?

I'll treat it like it should be
A foreshadow of disonesty
Though it is grave and daunting
To live to lose, grasp for torment
Canned worms are the evidence

 What else could be conforting
Caress the hair, interlock it
Felt like time itself spat opportunity
"Killing time that I left behind
Everything changes to a point that it stops and it turns around"
Glares impertinently like it knew now and then
The frame, make it dismay and sorrow
Of what would come to be

Imaginary friends, those whose voices
Sang in the breeze, carried over the sea
Where reflections were sparkles of brightness
My name a truce, war games lead sideways
Blood spilt granted companship; the true reward
Youth, a fortitude far greater deserving
And then there's me.

and if human interaction is a circus
of minor conseguence the falling down
factored into the ocupation
Provided, clarity ticks one over
the ledge of superiority, fitting
to become part of a orgasnism
It's mission desolation, stop.

In my infected dreams
I too can kill the buggyman
It's face familiar
It's voice peculiar
Her resolve inviting
Let the dead stay hidden.

They asked me for a favour. I obeyed.

A marked man
Breastfed painkillers
Loonie eyes cluckle on a murderers arms
Walls scratches do not constitute a lullaby
Go away. I find megalomaniacs sensual
In nature, virtue and prose, solidified opression
Shackles cutting far too shallow
A ditch, stank of piss, an hardcore interpretation
Of a toothpick, arranged vice, call it sleep
Drug pushin'  the some of my insignificanse
There aint no flowers up my sleeve babygirl
Only borrowed misery and decay ill gains

Am I, perhaps, a dragon?
A narcissist hoarding knowledge
echo of a legacy fortified by pride;
a gross rouse snowballed,
past the mountain of blood diamonds
hoarded underneath my bed
stashed for better days, I gambled ventures
certain, confusing chances as 'do or die'
chained to pleasure and pain
Be it a blade that redesigns my insides
As a corporal motive, calibrated by wax
Frail like a lie held unto my tongue
Should I elaborate or die on my own.

I concur. I agree. Dictate the pace
Lest his minds rages in a spiral
Boiled eyes in a recent frenzy
Trashed ice cubes melt, our undoing
He proper ate her voice whole
Watershed venues downstairs
In a dark place, bruises meaningless
as a generation disappeared
It finally got to you, not a broken toy
how tiny her hany, never to be married
She cannot be given away son, you took
All the firsts, the ifs and sorrows
The joy in her eye, no longer lively
Inprinted
The little thing

Lachesism, a sweet narrative for a remote not so close encounter underneath hideous backdrop stories eh?

Bloodsuckers flash their teeth
During the accidental encounter
Gloomy eyes, scales to be peeled at night
Someone call the police
Go now and kill your own mother
Monsters do love to be misunderstood
Lone wolfes thrive and sorry dollface,
that just a fucking fact.

Read between the lines,
cement at your own peril
What's another opinion at the asylum
where the predictable meets no friends
Voices floral allies, at least get back
mediocre insanity, built sonder bridges
victims of suffering beyond  recollection
Lone minds age faster and sorry dearest,
that just a fucking fact.

I dread this dull accusations
Gun to the temple, relationships measured
at the drop of a teaspoon, preference an act
your venom dances at the tip of an able tongue
not a picky eater bloodsucker, remorse a charade
If I do get caught dangling my legs across the branches
of this Life's tree, it is solely because my agility permits
makes it so that hanging does not cut it
That shine orb caressed by the sunlight,
my scissors stained with criminal intent

Should I be made to eat my own teeth
would they smile as they carve me up like a pig
Off tilt, chaos induced disorder
if I do bite my nails to the root
Somehow my fingers, succulent and chewy
Confess, let us settle this as good civillians should
They might embellish your organs, should taste just right.

Salivating as I panic
What would you do?
If your honorific manner, rather
Your ugly grimage provoked an open season
Had desecrated the general consensus
'Messed that shit up a bunch'
Solid object connects to my smile, abstract
Only to those that did not feel it
Mouthful really, boy was I stuffed

I hold dear to my condition
Many a faults, one rings true
pour me acid mixed with oxygen
just so I can erase, break it down in particular
this one fight worth dying for, surely (not)
"came close to being another echo"
please. do not stay to see me waste away.

Look the other way.

Let us look sideways
Traverse the sunlight
Gaze match, oh no
Incadescent ears
First, like rain on the pavement
please look the other way

Do not say my name
Measured words tickle falsettos
Dragged uptown, uptight
I swear your Honour
She looked like a Tara
Lost the compreension of reason
No need to change it.

I sincerely apologize
The calendar refuses to strike my day
Dangling on the threshold, window musing
Whether you could have it, scratch the vice
of imagination, fantastic obsidian marvel
al natural, perhaps, you fought your bad habits
Where's the expected argument?

Maybe amber
would had fit the purpose
just as well,
you simply would not have it;

Another one for the count
Passion? Cash in hand love
My restraint became a shell
it stank of dung and rolls downhill
Ashes, lashes, scratches, crash and burn
I felt my humanity shrank to the size of grapes
Couldn't make me an hero
Off the mark, powerless to admire

I did not start this war
That rages within my head
I wouldn't dare to aim that high
Just came to feel satisfaction
In feeling out of place
Those silhouettes I meant to impress?
They looked the other way as per requested
Can barely distinguise their faces anymore

Cause for a sentimental pause
Licked to a sliver of hope
I am in a severe need for a beating
So the bruises might match my mood
Or by force I might remain static
As if it were that easy to induce memory lost
Do talk slow dear, I happen to wish to kill time

However serene, please look the other way.