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.

His skin ash. His skin ash. His skin ashes.

There seems to be a fiend courting my soul
When it gets quiet. I feel empty. 
deep down I know it is still there
And it cares, so I get caught up in drag
"I never wanted to be caught up in not looking back"

This civil unrest arrests my breath
Goddamm it feels like a force to get lost in
Those brave bright ones transpire charm
Orchestrate livin' in daring confort
As if dancing in the rain was not magnificent
If all it takes is to take your hand and get lost
In there, a bubble of affection, yes yearn

A rumble, party for those that make merry
Out of an ocasion, an spendable expression
"God damn it’s an obsession"
A force to be reckon with, a chain made to last
the wander, so and so, and off with her head
The words could fail us then
Aline off accord and clash, hell with it all
Banished to the realms of separate lifes
Once we forget, out of each others head
Not oathkeepers, alas the trees are wiser
than common flesh stood forecasted

and if all there ever was were red
shades of a memento too cosy,
taken by the breeze at dawn
as you dreamt of an open border policy
at a two ways strived oasis, a sinful mirage
Would you be unwilling to carry the weight?
Of legacy? What of good times, those memories?
Every now and then I recall proper advise
From the ones that kept me here
"Just find a way to be glad to be alive."
Humble to say it raises doubt to fleeting shivers
Can nonetheless safely reassure you friend
Do not try to rescue me.
This crusade goes for miles away a day
Ahaha do offer me a beverage when I retribute
the ol' sing-a-long, be it not too far long now.
Life is finite by default after all.

How? Ohh how could we forget about you

How, how could we forget about you
NO! Light up those string limes
Rope tight 'bout combing my throat
NO! I wish for a brighter tomorrow
Where breathing comes easy
And I feel apreciated in someone's plan
An answer, a purpose, a mortal ask
For however device, a tool. A fool.

NO I CANNOT LET IT GO
I need to be hated for falling out of reach
More turmoil! Then a razor in my wrists
A toxic coil coursing through my insides
That lights up my body, never late
Ignite this indecision out of sickness
A lump stuck on my throat, a thread
Ever so elusive and smooth
Oh how I despice when they say
"I wish I could be just like you"

Do not pretend you never felt lonely
I too am confused
How come we get to have came this far
Putting up airs, this shit show, and prevail

NO, I ain't listing a damage report
If I hold it close to my chest
It is indeed for dear life meaningful
I adore petty foolishness, growth conversed
Alas, it does indeed hurt to see my nemesis
Profoundly engraved in my soul
"How, how could we forget about you."
So easily wounded, I do scar deep
Tell me what's happening, it's all cool
What's good, ahha do not mind me
But indeed I rather hang from a tree
Than cure pain in order to induce apathy
Darling let it all flow
You are stronger than you have had the chance to show

A good night sleep calls for confetti and dodgy dance moves

The Good Life has been on my mind
Long overdue, a sigh held tight
Awkward back posture, I reckon
a quake to shatter the frame
to path dusty roads unturned
as I glance over my shoulder
For I did walk away

breathing be my sole curse
of existance a lesser menace
grimace for the sake of kindness
I might not understand but I did care
Let it be that Life starts now
Hard pressed for justification
Let the pulse in the veins instead
Regain the strength to carry on

Where did I go wrong
Wish my brain had been rearranged
Somehow, by beating with this heavy cane
A remedy or a poison, in the end
It all tastes the same

I came to adore hiding my brow
Heavy and insightful
To a living state of mind
Crocked back, lips of deceit
It just might be time to leave

Neutral, not indifferent
Anywhere would had been enough
from here onwards my stead is found
we construct over necessity

Let it be stated my Will is not immortal
it can in due time be cannibalized
serviceable for the effect of consumption
It has it would seem its uses
Once exhaustion settles in
for flying solo, mighty high, is both unbecoming
and sore cause for fractured bones.

I fell under the impression
the truth could be fashioned differently
and I believed it to be peachy
if a tad preachy, neat and supportive
for despicable events and silly escapades
made my best stories, entertaining outlets
of time, in time, again let's do it again..

To negociate one must confer the following dillema
It is not the price that breaks people, as they stale for time
God forbid if I would not abdicate of a limp or two too many
chasing white lies, if only I could I would
I care then, off transparent conseguences devoid of joy
Crossing the tenure of my household threshold whole
And they be dragged, ugly and amorph, thing that shapes to be
the death of me, oh-ohhh thy soul, a state of confusion instilled

I swear I glorify hypocricy to the stage where
upon ruin I would drown rescuing my shadow
from the tyranny of the sun, the cruelty of the moon
Glad to be alive but far too attached, the irony!
So, please please please, do not try to rescue me
Or let me get what I want.