resolution (revolution) faded to grey

only a fool for the concept

inept, foolish and in a blur, tricky

once a year we plan our demise, erase

completly, without a shadow of a doubt, lies

so sparkly, if you cannot see it too must be fake

ramble, a throne admid the rubble, not making much sense

what we do not understand is poison

acid disintegrating connections

on a roll, on a move, bullshit. 

a bullet in a head leaves a cavity the survivor must bear

a hallow tunnel under the moonshine representing conviction, I suppose

a martyr is a call for remorse but forceful, it cannot serve for redemption

annihalation looks us both in the eyes

a gold vein poisons this land, let us keep this (an open) secret

a hidden well bittersweet viper scalding venom

truth be told we cannot hide who we are

so pray tell me why do I felt the need to blink twice

in order to cut off the darkness and adjust to the singing

the ringing and the drumming, pride oh pride

If I am to be lost never found why must I also

be the last one 

to know.

 hurtful to see others sleep

to become aware of this soleem instance of loliness eats away

at a craving that chokes me out

bone fever to a boil that translates to, towards, two.

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what is willpower failed by

conjecture a spectre

hope the nectar

does ambition ever run dry

if the flame awoken, caught desire

as does the pond of wisdom nurture

a tell, a gift

poison those that mix with the same ol' feeling

of experience, doomed to repeat the stagnated

mistakes of yesteryearm a jest, a heist still warm.

however, apart, fragments of stubborness complement who I am

the stentch of numeracy aplenty, divinitation a hypothesis

alined, laced even with protocol clause

opportunistic to the last, crawling before we crawl

screaming drowns rational speech, flag burn brighter above a coffin.

routine induces nausea do this ocean of boredom afoot

from tick to palpitation it sinks down my throat

leaving no space for colour, all grey, all struggle.

to the spoken word we snarl and then

drop dead.

if written this drawnings are not enough, do not call

required tribulation today

mutual referral in the continued message,

trying to be someone else.

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there must a mixture in the water

malignat by nature, heavy enough to hold on

incapable of moving on, villainy is infectious 

anger is a seed that strangles my blood pulse

no longer an ocasional anomaly, everday at dawn

a sensibility, invisible shackle, cage and taste

of burnt hot ash molding the inside, pulging good and evil without impunity

second thought or pause

a walking cadaver biting his time,

a conscious to spare that weights him down.