lonely for the company of looking gazes and giving in

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.