disgust has mellowed the meal
invaded my kingdom through force
impaled my lover, pursued by maggots
hate is not a choice, rather the remedy of sanity
provided one reaches a distrusted state of faith and never looks back.
my destiny stole my smile
devoured my sympathies, spoiled of wars to those granted lesser evils
regret of no conseguence as the throne has been adjourned 'till breathing moments past
long buried and forgotten, exchanged for grim nights in the dark.
chump at those nails you greedy fuck as air escapes your lungs,
pressure mounts atop your chest compressing, narrowing the canals of hope as despair festers
and travels deep, it drinks deep, the only thing that desires your heart and blood.
bide my wishes lightbringer, oppose my foretold song
it does take a tall toll for a poor soul in a state of decay and rot
spilt poison whilst coasting, swallowed whole by the undertow
truly it didn't take shape as despair dissipated by misfortune comes and goes
perhaps a broken mans purpose is to feed the fishes.
a storyteller exchanged his missive for my tongue
to speak this frustration once unknown, spread this word and be mad at an inferior clone
travelling from ear to mouth to mind, one fool at the time
where else should a charlaton to go with tremendous abandon once the sky has fallen?
exercise caution least you wake the weak, the feble and those without a cause
for you see they hunger for a justification and restless they hunger for proper freedom
a true pandemic virus, I wish I could call the now extinct thought police to solve this catastrophe
elated by a challenge to throw our lifes away as we contemplate a hopeful cure that we fragmented
at once at arms always ignorant and yet self-assured this is the one exclusive way to pull the trigger
who the fuck bought a gun to a civilized discussion? gut this swine and find his family at once.
blood rushes to my head, never in my wildest dreams could I realize to become THAT guy
a slave to the game, too illiterate to prime ahead with a clear understanding of rules and stategy
swinging at the trees, climbing only to fall back down, not quite a fly move
who the fuck set this forsaken timer to the terms, an accord so black and mean
we ain't about logivity do we look like we count more than hours?
devil by my ear, ever lasting youth and a dreamy despair petrifiying gaze what has happen
for you to harpoon me with words that linger in my head
do come a little closer and keep us company, be a good storyteller
and improve what comes next, one be all we ever needer or wanted
awaiting an heart attack the seal the contract, not at all a bad disease that puts me at ease
what is there to cure for the self-injured, those insecure and of need, want and tripping affairs
that one could better medicate satisfaction without absolving the victim for the crime
requires punishment and that takes time, timing and precisely being deeply aware of thy enemy.
this hunger for fantasy takes me for a spin and wants me to fall in
a dark abyss that I DO want to enable and trust
no matter the cost.
