InnocenceThe crowd gathered around just to see,A blood covered boy with intentions of brutality.
Forgiveness.Forgive the sinful, forgive my mind,Forgive the one that's hidden behind.Forgive the weak and forgive the strong,Forgive them all for they're not wrong.And I come forth for theeA sacrifice of strangulation you shall see.
With love.The pitch of the broken feud can't reach the noise of your broken bones.
The book of ManEvery hour offers more bloodlettingWith the descending sun in the East settingThe next day's dawn more violence begetting;The vicious cycle repeatingAs Man's anger is ever-seething.One by one another soul is bornWhilst another is left forlorn,Raised to dieBorn with wings to one day fly;Doomed to condemnationWith no revelation.Such pride they exertAs their fellow Man they desert,Wealth, power and other mundane desiresSoon giving rise to revolutions and burning fires.Man shant for long remain oppressed and chainedBut their desire for freedom is but feigned,For they gladly desecrate their fellow kinBut it would seem that it shall forever be as it has been.We've been lost in this life you and IForced to live a lieThen one day in disappointment and failure die.Man's vicesLeft to his own devicesWill be consumed by his own vices.It is time for a reset,A rebirth now I beget.As the world burns in atomic fireIs the vicious appetite of Man sired,The destruction and wi
Subtle interrogatives brought through the imageA steel mirror opens slowly the junctions, parts fall apart and senses are easily lost.The apparatus transforms the gas slowly, the optics are blurred and yet...You still live. If you can still hear my voice, Tell me how it feels to be mutilated.
PsychopathologyThe corpses succumb into the fire,Bond by a deep flesh desire,A throne of bones, dust and brute forced pain,An apple tree, green and pure stands under the rain,The secrets untold behind the acts of violence,The land painted red to match society's tolerance.η φωτιά είναι υπέρτατη δύναμη,Take a torch and spread it wide,The inquisitors are ready to hide,A hot wind engulfs their bodies, softly,The armor shatters, melts and drains the life, knightly.The blood red grass mixes beautifullyWith the strawberries field shining brightly. The fire is supreme, the fruits will grow strong, With the ashes of the fire we will cu
Mocking the sadistHey there, so you like being sadistic?Why don't you try something pure?One might say even quite futuristic!Try and find for idiocy the cure!
Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,Insane, deranged and psychotic,There are people who even call me sick.Isn't it joyful and greedy to demandA sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.Is this the final, one and only conclusion?Better think again, there will be no retribution.Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.
The knifeADropOf myBloodFallsTo theGround.BreaksThe soilNever toBe found.A singleDrop notMore norLess,yetStill inTime andNo regret.OpenWideTheHeart.
Life AwaitsThis one is for the brokenhearted:the failures,fools,sinners,and misguided.When the world is wearyof itselfit becomes difficult tofind yourselfand confidence is left onthe shelfnext to former symbols ofyour health…Hey, chin up-your life awaits!Idleness is deathand harsher fates.Don’t succumbto apathy-try to accept thatwe’re meant to be.I’m writing this for the bleeding hearts:the teachers,nuns,leaders,and young upstarts.When the world rejects yourcharityit becomes difficult togive pityto critics and cynics ofsocietywho measure your love as ascarcity…Hey, chin up-your life awaits!Resentment is deathand harsher fates.Don’t let goof empathy-be the personyou want to be.Oh, don’t let go!Please don’t let go…We both must knowthis planet coulduse anotherenlivened soul.
Rescue meShe left me no optionsHer words hit like toxinsTried so hard to stop themBut can you rescue me...?Now I'm stuck with no patienceAll alone, ContemplatingWhile the world keeps on hatingBut you can set me free...Death row is a certainWhen life is my burdenPut an end to the tormentBut can you rescue me...?No more shedding tears nowThe world stands in wait nowAs life's taking me downBut you can set me free...Take my hand and set me freeBreak my chains and rescue meShow me what I was too blind to seeYou can save my life...Take me away to some place newthat's far away, just me and youShow me what some love can doYou can save my life...Rescue me...
The truthBeing alone is how I liveBeen this way since I was youngI watched the other children playAnd heard the happy songs be sungBut I was exiled to myselfExpected to smile with my back to a wallIt takes a village to raise a childBut it seems they all just watched me fallI heard the others make plans to hangAnd I was never invited to be "in"Not "in" amongst any of the crowdsas if my very presence was a sinThose who do choose to have me aroundJust call me depressed and tend to avoid meI searched for someone to treat me as a friendSomeone who would be willing to set me freeBut every time someone starts to showThat maybe i'm not a complete waste of timeThey start making excuses of why they can't hangSo often that I could memorize every lineSo now I sit alone yet againAlone as I have been since I was very youngUnimportant once again but they aren't to blameI'm just blinded by truth as if it made up the sun
My Pain Is My ArmourMy pain is my armourI no longer cryIt will protect meFrom words that flow byMy pain is my armourYou cant stop me nowYour insults are uselessThey flow though me, somehowMy pain is my armourI hear though the dinYour hatred and threatThat cut thought my skinMy pain is my armourYou wont touch my mindI think what I wantLeave self hate behindMy pain is my armourPlaced there by youMy pain will protect meFrom what is false and what is true
I Am a WriterI am a writer.Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.But there is nothing wrong with being tighterWith a story’s theme.I am a writer.That is all I will ever want to beIn the end, my story will be lighter,And my characters will finally be free.I am a writer.There is nothing easier to say than that.I will never let a story witherNor let a story fall flatI am a soon to be author.With several books ready to be read,I want them to have great honorAnd wish there will be tears shed.
SimpleLife with you; And I remember the snow globe of the sky at midnightHow the stars looked like fireflies caught in cellophaneObsidian pigments pulling them to space.I can no longer remember the last time I was here. I grasp at the wild lupine; an estranged softness betwixt my fingers. And I’ll miss you, even when I can no longer remember your name. Because you are special in all the ways that wildflowers are not.
Tragedy"A tragedy...." They whisper. I survived.
CatacombsThis is torture, Pandora's box, a forever maze.Praise the days your privileged to inhale sun rays.For in this place,the shelter of mummified bones,unrest the moans of those,In the Catacombs.Exteriors, ghostly, vivid and crude.Spirits shackled by mortal dues,refuse to sleep in darkened tomb.Awaiting their horizons, suns of mourning.While tears and rivers, overflow with pouring.Bound to their restless beds,For in the Catacombs Even the dead, haunt the dead Mossy, overgrown Catacomb with ancient rocks.The deep ones climb, these withering locks.Within these halls, blows a breathless tone.The soul count here, ten times that of Rome.Home to charletons, abode to harlotons,they fallow the seeds in this rotten garden.Where nettles sprout sin, ivy decays skin.For under this black unearthly dome,they sow the fields,In the CatacombNo ode, nor score, shall be scribed in allure, for these dreaded scorned folk, of no remorse.Their gluttonous crus
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable][Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted my many steps and Mother’s few. When I stretched my legs, I could make it so my path went over only her footprints.The sand was soft where she had stepped. Elsewhere was gritty, and unclean.I was young for all of Mother’s stories. Here I will write the relevant one as best I remember.“A sailor was on a ship. This ship was far of
When... But...When I was younger, we held hands and we had fun,But now that I'm older, I see you and that's all gone.When I was younger, I got hurt and you were there,But now that I'm older, you're not there to pick me up.When we were younger, we had our fun, we were friends,When we were younger, I knew you and you knew me,But now we're older, you're just one of those faces,And now that we're older, we have drifted apart.When I was younger, I looked to you and saw it all,But now that I'm older, I'm just a broken record.You're such a preety thing, and I'm not your lover,Please don't forget, I remember those times together...
A windowThe gates are now openI am vulnerable, I am brokenI am whole, I am meThis is who I amFear not, it’s all in my mind.Beautiful blue eyesCharming and sultry smileIgnites my glum heartThe darkness insideDevours me from withinHope is all but lostThe future watchesOver me like a hauntingShadow that looks grimHigh thoughts bring my mindTo think of incredibleIdeas for foodI wish my bodyLooked radically differentFrom what they all seeThe affections youHave sparked within me, tortureMy frail mind each dayThe harder we workThe more inferior IFeel that I becomeA content state ofBeing is a rarityFor my doleful lifeThe wind is like aBlanket that refreshes mySoul with clarityDiscussion is byFar the best therapy thereIs for tortured mindsAnd now, the doors slammed shutYou’ve seen but a glimpseNot a whole, but piecesPut the puzzle together andYou’ll learn of the nature of me.
Starsthe universe spirals out of your hands when you wave good-bye, and when you write my name in the sky, the stars within me die.
Brutal truth.Happiness is obtained by being grateful for what you've got. And then you find yourself drinking until you vomit blood just not to rot.