MIND SLAUGHTER E-Book

SEAN MICHAEL BRASSIL

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• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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4 BOOKS IN ONE--A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 1 AND VOLUME 2--9 EPIC TRGEDIES--MY MIND SHADOW AND I--FAR OUT AND PEACE OUT!A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 1--THIS IS A BOOK OF 75 POEMS AND 25 SONGS. HERE IS AN EXAMPLE POEM--HERE IS A SAMPLE POEM—GETTING DRUNK OFF THE BLOOD OF ANOTHER—I go on sipping with a fury which is so enlightening―draining out the vital essence of another so very passionately―sinking deep into their flesh and bones―ripping away with bloody teeth―I go on drinking―I keep on drinking until the bottom has gone up―I keep going on―always staying on top of the drinking game being played here—the blood of another victim slowly drips from of their wound―ever so slowly trickling down their skin―another scream goes into my chalice of mixed up spirits―I continue drinking―a bottle embedded with scars―scar covered flesh and bones laced with the impure pleasures of the eternal night―that bottle is exactly what I always must keep by my side―I keep drinking—more and more faceless spirits now depart my vision―everything that has mattered to me in my lifetime has been swept away―all that I had ever known―all that I will ever come to know―knowledge which soon will be whittled away―to be pulled out from the depths of a smothering void―a void vast and immense―dried out and left for dead―with the nothingness of death firmly implanted and bolted into my skull―by the the hornless trinity which rules my demons―me, myself, and Imy jaws go smashing down with the fury of a bloodthirsty pirate―the nectar of my current victim tastes sweet and always supercharges my drive―my quest for immortality, if you will―craving indulged--HERE IS A SAMPLE SONG--BRUTAL AWARENESS--one must defend the honor of that one's purity—push comes to shove and then rage to insanity—lady justice is so raw, blind, and aggressive—crushing all that she finds so very offensive—governed by the pompous makes no sense at all—one by one we go down and then away we fall—can I not break this needless standing repetition together we stand, but we are all in competition the choice has come down to nothing and no more—duplicated then split apart into quadrants of four—nothing seemingly appears the same as if they disappear—a call from the apocalypse breaks you free and clear—taking a joy ride from the brain to the heart—stopping at attractions to find a brand new start—be sure to bow your heads and mock and jest—when the mind follows and ignores all those left—hone in on your futuristic life and enjoy the trip—focus within your mind until apart it has become ripped—beats doing time in reality and being left for dead—rise from a lake of blood and see how long you can tread A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 2--50 POEMS AND 50 SONGS ON DEATH, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING IN IT--HERE IS A POEM FROM THE BOOK--ANYTHING GOESprocrastination comes best when I am sizing myself up—any way you want to expect it—is how exactly I am going to show you—show you the way—a new way—get ready—get set—let's goI always tend to enjoy visiting nothing land—where everything is a free for all—what comes up—must come down—the hell inside my skull is driving me six feet underground—I believe I just blew my coveror did I ever have a cover to blow—I constantly remind myself that I am everywhere—once you think you believe in me—think againone false belief in me is all I need—that is when I will size you up to become my next fallen prey—from your soul to mine and then back again—here's to drinking with you—cheerson one final note—anyone here interested in playing a game of charades—you show me your best outfit—I'll show you mine—anything goes--THERE ARE 2 MORE BOKS IN THIS VOLUME--9 EPIC TRAGEDIES (9 EPIC POEMS) AND MY MIND SHADOW AND I. (A BOOK OF 100 SONGS)--HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

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MIND SLAUGHTER

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MIND SLAUGHTER

SEAN MICHAEL BRASSIL

MIND SLAUGHTER©2020 SEAN MICHAEL BRASSIL

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

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GETTING DRUNK OFF THE BLOOD OF ANOTHER INNOCENT STYLE EXECUTIONSJUST ANOTHER CRASH AND BURN EXPERIENCEORCHESTRATION OF DEATHBLACK WINGED ANGELBURNING IN COLD FIREDOUBLE MINDED TWIST OF REALITYESCAPING INTO THE PLEASURE ZONEHARVESTING THE REAPER OF MADNESSANALYZING YOUR JUSTIFIED REASONINGEXCESSIVE VENGEANCEEXPANDED REVELATIONSFINALLY AWAKENEDSURRENDER TO NOTHINGTHE DARK FIRE INSIDETHE FALLING OF BLADESTHE KEEP OF THE UNDERWORLDTHE OVERTURE OF SCREAMING FLESHTHE REVENGE OF ONE ANOTHER IN MANKINDA BATTLE RUMBLING IN THE DISTANCETHE MAXIMUM SILENCE OF NOTHINGTHE SOCIAL PREDATORTHEATRICAL MINDTHROUGH BLIND EYESSUPERCHARGING DEATHTHE SOURCE IS STARING RIGHT THROUGH MEFALSE SCENARIOS APPEARING REALSTAND ALONESURPRISE-SURPRISE-SURPRISETHE INQUISITIONTO STRENGTHEN SELF WITHIN SELFA PRAYER FOR THE NEEDS WE DIE FORGENESISGENESIS SUPERCHARGEDWELL DONEWHIP LASHING AWAYCORRUPTIBLE GENIUSI HAVE ARRIVED WITH THE DARK ONESMIND SLAUGHTERTHROUGHOUT THE UNFORGIVENA HERO'S LAST STANDCOLD AND HARSH RUNNING BLOODTHE LAST STANDWALL OF NIGHTA HANDFUL OF SANITYAND THE FIRST TO GOTHE LAST STANDI AM WITH ME AND ALL ALONETHE POWER OF NIGHTA HANDFUL OF INSANITYDIE TO LOSEI WALK THE FRONT LINE ALONESTANDING ALONETHE WAY OF EARTHLY SINWHATEVER THAT MEANSCHAOS RULING OVER PEACE ON EARTHMY MIS-DIRECTED THOUGHT PROCESSIN THE EYES OF OUR LORDETHTHE GRIMOIRE OF MY GUARDIAN DEMONI WIN THE GAME ALONESHEPARD THE INNER BEAST OF RAGETHE DETHRONING OF HUMANITYTHE HAUNTING OF AN EVIL SPIRITTHAT WHICH THE MEEK HAD INHERITEDBLESSED ARE THE WICKEDI AM NO MORE OR LESS THAN I USED TO BEI CAN DO ANY-GOD DAMN-THING I WANTTHE ACT OR ART OF BEING BURIED ALIVETHE GRANITE MANDAMN ON LEST YE BE DAMNED FIRSTDEFACING YOUR MISUSED COREFILTER OUT THE MAINSTREAMHELL ON EARTHTHE RIVER OF DANCING LAUGHTER

A COLLECTION OF SONGS.

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BRUTAL AWARENESSDOWN FOR KEEPSFALLEN WITHINHIDING OUT IN DISTRESSLIVING ON THE OUTSIDEMANKIND’S SELFLESS DESIRETHE OUTSKIRTSRIGHT NOW IS THE TIME TO LIVESCALE THE WALLS OF MY NEW REALITYTHE AFTERMATH OF A STOIC REALITYTHE GREAT AND DIVINE HUNTINGTHE HOLOCAUST BY THE WAYSIDEA SELF-GENERATED COURSE IN THINKINGCENTERED WITHIN THE RANKSDARKENED CHAOSDOWN IN HADESI AM NOT ABOUT BEING MY BROTHER'S KEEPERPENTAGRAMS REVOLVING IN THE NIGHT SKYREPENT, THEN PROTESTROAMING FREE IN A SKEPTICAL FRENZYSLASHING THROUGH THE NIGHT WITH A DAGGER ABSTRACTTHE CROSSFIRE OF A PERSONAL WARTHE SHORTEST STRAW IS AFTER YOUWORLD OF YOUR OWN CHOOSINGYOUR TRIP IS NOW COMPLETE

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  ANYTHING GOESOUTRAGENO RETURNS ARE NEEDED FOR THIS MOMENTSHOCK THE STINGKEEPING THE PAPERWORK CLEANI'VE BEEN SHAFTEDJUSTICE OVERTURNEDARE YOU ALIVE THE IMMORTALITY TRADING ZONEYOU GOTTA HAVE STYLEWELCOME TO STATION VENGEANCETHE SHAME OF GUILTY REMORSEWEEDING OUT THE WEAKLINGS AND STENGTHENING THE STRAINA SOLDIER WANDERING IN THE DISTANCELIVING MY LIFE AS A BREATHING CORPSEIT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE HELL ON EARTH ARRIVEDTHE MURDER GAMEHARD WIRED RAGEMANUFACTURING THE VENOM OF HATRED MY LUST FOR INNER RAGEWHAT DOES IT MATTERHAVE WE EVER MET BEFOREI'M FROM ANOTHER KIND OF DOWN UNDERLACK OF FLOWIT'S ABOUT THAT TIMEKNOWLEDGE IS POWERFALLING FROM BENEATH THE SKYAN ODE TO THE MAN WITH NO NAMEUNLIMITED POWERSA PRIDE BASED ON THE ELEMENT OF CONTROLTHE MASTERI WRONGFULLY DETHRONE MYSELF NICE TO MEET YOUAND NOW WE ARE ON THE RUNI HAVE BECOME UNITED WITH THE WASTELANDSUFFOCATING VOIDTHE PENALTY IS TO BE ANNOUNCEDSUBMITTING TO MY LACK OF SURVIVAL SKILLSSPLIT WIDE OPENYOU ARE CONDEMNING MY DEMISESUICIDE IS RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINSWITNESS THE ABSENCE OF MY DREADTHE BELLS ARE CALLING YOUHANDS AGAINST THE GATES OF HELLYOU ROAM AND YOU ROAM ON FROM HEREWANDERING WHILE HYPNOTIZEDWHATEVER REMAINS THE SAMEI MUST INDULGE UPON THISALIVE WITH DEADENED FRUSTRATIONTHE WALLS OF MY REALITY

A COLLECTION OF SONGS VOLUME 2

WHEREFORE ART THOU ART THOU MASTER TREMBLING WAVES OF MISFORTUNEDUSTING THE RUST OFF MY CORENIMBLE AND QUICKLOOK INTO MY EYESSUBLIMINAL GHOST SHOWA PROLONGED AGONY OF TWISTED SHAMEUNIVESALISMTHE DEATH BELIEFNIGHT OF BRIGHTNESSUNTIL DEATH DO US PART            GOING UNDER THE BLADECITY THAT IS SEETHING ALIVE AND WITHOUT INTENTIONTO HONOR WITHOUT LOVEI AM NOT THAT WHICH I CHOOSE TO BETO ALL THE SPIRITS I'VE DEALT OUT BEFOREGET OUT OF MY WAYWITHOUT A LEADERINSPIRING WITH DREADSUFFOCATION IN MY MINDBEING REPLACED IN A WORLD I CAN NOT DENYTHE SEPARATION OF WILL AND PAINWINNER OF NOTHING AND MASTER OF EVERYTHINGTHE PAIN OF EXTREME APATHYTHE ISOLATION PROCESSI AM MY OWN SALVATIONBREAKING INTO THE CUT OF ITTHE LEGEND OF A RELAXWHAT A RELIEVING PAIN THAT WASSELF-PRESERVATION IS THE HIGHEST LAWWHO DARES TO GO THERESWELTERING HEAT ON THE LOOSETHE GENEALOGY OF MY NATUREPURE DRIVEN MADNESSUNIVERSAL PRIDEHERE GOES NOTHINGMENTALLY ESTRANGED A SLIP INTO THE LAST CYCLE OF REALITY PASSING THROUGH THE FALLEN ONESLIVING IN THE INFERNOLAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVEBURNING OFF MY FACEFALLING INTO A SAND TRAPTHE HIGHEST LEVEL IS MY NEUTRAL PERCEPTIONDISBANDED TOGETHERHALLOWED BE MY NAME            DESTROYING ALL THAT IS AT STAKECHANGING THE PLAN ACCORDING TO THE SOLUTIONSTALKINGALL OF MY BLOOD

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IN THE NAME OF SCREAMING BLOODNOCTURNAL ENTITYSTALKING A PREDATOR1-800-RAM-RODSBARIANS ANONYMOUSTHE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EMOTIONAL VAMPIRETHE MAD REASONING OF THE CONTROLLERTHE GATE OF THE UNDERWORLDAND THE SHOW MUST GO ON

MY MIND SHADOW AND I

A # 1 LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVEA BALLOON OF GRATITUDEA BEAST OF A MACHINEA BEGINNINGA BLEND OF REALITYA DIFFERENT MEANSA FIGHT TO THE FINISHA HIRED WARLOCK FOR SALEA MASSIVE BEASTA PERFECT TENA RAINBOW OF PURPLE AND BLACKA ROMANCE CALLED ZEROA SOLID SPARKA+ BEGINNINGAM I TO BE MY MASTER'S LEADERANTIDOTEANYTHINGAS IFBLACKENS YOU OUTBREAK UPBRING YOUR DARK ATTENTION TO MEBURIED ALIVECLOSING IN ON NIGHTCONFUSED SUFFOCATIONCOUNT ME INCURRENTLY WICKEDDEATH COULD ONLY MAKE ME STRONGERDOWN TO NOTHINGDOWNSIDE INENOUGHEQUALIZE THE LESSEREVERY BREAK THROUGH THINGEVIL GUILTFALLING DOWNFIGHT FOR THE TITLEGET AWAYGRABBING ETERNITYGREAT, IN A DESTRUCTIVE WAYHANG DOWNHELL FIRE FROZEN STILLHIBERNATIONHITTING THE BOTTLEHOW FAR DO YOU WANT TO GOI AM WHO I AMI CHALLENGE MY FUELI HAVE 'TILL DAWNI SACRIFICE MY SPIRITIF ONLYIMMORTAL TRADE ININFINITE MISSIONINTERMISSIONIT IS RAINING FIRE AND BRIMSTONEIT SHOT THROUGH MY SECURITYJUMPING OFFKEEP THE ENEMY IN FOCUSLACK OF DESPERATIONLOSING THE BETMAGICKMASTER OF ISOLATIONMIDDLE DOOR, PLEASEMIDDLE MANMIND BENDINGMY DAYS ARE NUMBEREDMY DIABOLICAL MUSEMY INNER CIRCLENOW FOR THE REBUTTALON THE OTHER SIDE OF DAWNONE DOWN AND ONE TO GOOUT FOR MY OWNOUT TO REALIZE MY OWN KINDPACKING BOTTLES TEN FEET TALLPAID PROTECTIONPEACE OUTREVEALING THE PREVIEWRUN OUT OF HIDINGSELF-CONTAINED THINKING APPARATUSSHAMELESSSOLVING THE CRIMESPREAD OUT WITH DREADSTOP THE LANDSLIDESTUCK ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING INTAKE ONETHE FOCUS BARRIERTHE MONK OF DISTRESSTHE WILL OF MINDTHROW IT UP AND GIVE IT AWAYTIME AIN'T ON MY SIDETO PARTY OR NOT TO PARTY—THAT IS THE QUESTIONTO THE DIVINEUNTIL IT'S OVERWALKING OFF THE WATER'S EDGEWAR MACHINEWELCOME TO MY PASTWELL, I'LL BE DAMNEDWHAT KEEPS ME REALWHAT'S THE DEALWHAT'S YOUR PLEASUREWHERE ARE WEWRAPPING UPZ-END

A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS. VOLUME 1

A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 1

GETTING DRUNK OFF THE BLOOD OF ANOTHER

I go on sipping with a fury which is so enlightening―draining out the vital essence of another so very passionately―sinking deep into their flesh and bones―ripping away with bloody teeth―I go on drinking―I keep on drinking until the bottom has gone up―I keep going on―always staying on top of the drinking game being played here

the blood of another victim slowly drips from of their wound―ever so slowly trickling down their skin―another scream goes into my chalice of mixed up spirits―I continue drinking―a bottle embedded with scars―scar covered flesh and bones laced with the impure pleasures of the eternal night―that bottle is exactly what I always must keep by my side―I keep drinking

more and more faceless spirits now depart my vision―everything that has mattered to me in my lifetime has been swept away―all that I had ever known―all that I will ever come to know―knowledge which soon will be whittled away―to be pulled out from the depths of a smothering void―a void vast and immense―dried out and left for dead―with the nothingness of death firmly implanted and bolted into my skull―by the hornless trinity which rules my demons―me, myself, and I

my jaws go smashing down with the fury of a bloodthirsty pirate―the nectar of my current victim tastes sweet and always supercharges my drive―my quest for immortality, if you will―craving indulged

INNOCENT STYLE EXECUTIONS

one person's loss is another one's gain―the one who wields the sharpest scepter rules as the overlord above us all―the blade is just as quick as a high strung mind might be―always misdirected and having no place to fall back into―thoughts are stretched out across a tight wire―wire tight justice is served best when it is served out of vengeance―the sharper the blade of lady injustice―the deeper the wound

there are those which plead for less torture―there are those also who scream out for more torture―more torture from the brother who loves thine brother's pain―blood trickles down the cutting edge of the blade―not mattering if the sun is up or soon to be sinking down―death is the best part of the trip―especially during the peak of the witching hour

always beware of outsiders hanging within the castle's courtyard―the jokers and jesters play the judges, jury, and executioners―the peasants play the kings and queens―it does not matter who the next scapegoat will be―not really―just another neatly severed head is all their amusement cries out for

the heads go bobbing up and down as the fishers of men sit patiently and waiting to catch them―regarding those merely accused as the lesser than thou―bathing in the glory that is found in the blood of their victims―fair game―why should anyone be prejudiced―we are all considered fair game―and when the game is over―they will simply start a new one

JUST ANOTHER CRASH AND BURN EXPERIENCE

to assume complete control is the dream of many―to stay in first place has become the main goal for us all―our gut level instincts supply us with the tools we need to survive―just to get through this vicious cycle of life―known as hell on earth

evil hands cut through the splendid grace of life―a life never promised after the death of us all―one that has always dragged us down―to go on inflicting more and more pain upon each other has become an original sin for us―one we are more than happy to thrive upon―and we are doing a great job of it―we all feel we have truly arrived with it―this self-imposed agony of unneeded guilt has become useless for us by now

the true wrongdoers of these matters are those who continue to string us along―as if they were just shady character's caught up in another hopeless dream―manifested to produce all the elite and spoiled dictators out there―those who use their crafty thinking to destroy us

who exactly was it that had put these blank minded criminals in charge of us―why it was ourselves―it always seems that we had set the personal beasts inside us loose―beasts that had always been quite content with their anger―working with an anger we had nurtured since the dawn of man―it was when the beast inside of us had stopped being nurtured―that was when the beast turned on us―and it continued to devour us until only our pride was left

JUSTICE DRAWS FIRST

the quicker the enemy is―the faster we fall―the slower the enemy is―we are one step further towards creating disaster for them―that is when true justice is found―whether justice is being served or not―is not the point―it is whether justice is being served to those deserving of it―that's the point

the system attempts to regulate us with the accordance of their rules―kicking us out of the game is what happens when we break those rules―the ones who come first in the game of life come out reaping the winnings that life has to offer―those falling into last place seem to get the least attention―as the game of life continues to move along―we follow in happy pursuit

yesterday passes us up and enters into a new day―leaving us to consider which path is the best one to take―we live in the moment and for the moment―some of us readily accept the laws of our times―while others tend to play dodge ball with the laws which have been set down before us―it is our neighbors which are more likely to get out of the way―letting someone else take the bullet―it is all or nothing for them―if they go down―you go down―they only try to make sure that you go down first

the guns are readied and soon drawn―since this may be your last chance at fighting―then this is it―the time is to throw up all and surrender―or to die fighting a battle you know you cannot win

ORCHESTRATION OF DEATH

beats filled with furious agony―being tossed in with drawn out melodies of shrieking pain―mixed with the sounds of flesh cackling in a blazing fire―a bonfire started by a skeletal audience―lit in honor of the ancient ones―skeletons asking from beyond their hollowed out skulls―all for guidance towards the depreciation of humanity

suffocating images of those who were once alive move forth without hesitation―pulling their shackles behind―steadily roaming throughout the night fallen sky―they travel endlessly before their quest has become complete―their quest for blood will definitely not be their last mission

deafening are the chains which pull apart the shaded images which they drag―chaotic evil entities are currently scouring the badlands―drenching the lands with wrought out iron decay―deserted lands made up of sweltering heat―boiling the pure blood of everyone―transforming the blood into acidic venom―spit out by all creatures―the final meltdown has begun

destruction towards all who stand in the way of the band's march―and death to those beyond redemption―ravenous hunger engulfs all who stumble into harms way―collapsing the souls of the audience―with the band master waiting for the time of his fans to expire―the fans which have been gathered together―just to discover that they are the main feast being served

BLACK WINGED ANGEL

despair and agony is what she has been wishing for us to writhe under―that which she inflicts upon the lesser than thou mortals―she comes fully equipped with razor sharp fingertips―ones which have been stained with blue and freezing death―the blackest core, immaculate, within her steel heart compliments her silver hair and fading eyes―eyes driven deep within her statuesque face―all going hand in hand with her lips―lips tainted with fire―lips screaming loud with vengeful fury

she carries within her the wrath of an unforgiving spirit―a spirit which embodies her torturous ways―an urn filled with empty souls is what she has to offer the sacred night―souls which she has completely ended the existence of―ones which will never find another purpose to feel alive in―the theatrical display of her intensity is endorsed by purified spirits―ones she has taken hostage―dating back to the times when evil was not bound by lawful knowledge―how power enriched and flawless this blackened angel is―thriving in glorious splendor―she summons the night's arrival

the black winged angel rules supreme with her fast swinging sword―she drifts forth with the night sky beside her―savage winds blast over the barren plains of the underworld―there are no limitless bounds of time needed to expand the perimeters of the battleground she flies over―this black winged angel happens to be quite fond of the sound of throats being cut and guts being split wide open―the very core of death she has always fancied herself to be―riding high with a cruelty too real and so true―she demands everything―consuming all in her path―and leaving behind nothing in return

BURNING IN COLD FIRE

lost within a collapsing void of absent space―without one single hope to fill this needy vortex―mixing you up and all around―weaving levels of distractions within the fortress of life―a life which blocks you from the outer circle of reality―the swirling center in the vacuum of night surrounds you now―drawing you into its vague aura of blackness―never again will those rising from the depths of the witching hour rest in peace―not in this bottomless pit of hell

cold is the frozen darkness of your blood current―waiting to thaw out and run rabid into the blood flow of anyone―anyone which has ever crossed you before―never slowing down and without missing a beat for any moment within reason―excessive pleasures you have are destined to wear down and limit potentials of those surrounding you―standing down to any feelings you have or ever had for the nature of humanity

being swept away from a shallow minded nuclear reaction and into a memory of what life used to be for you―any way to re-energize will do for your only true friend now―both ally and foe who would never allow anyone to steal away your precious moments

your enemy is closing in on you―the dark overlord of night is watching over with sadistic empowerment―your enemy is whittling away your treasured thoughts―thoughts of believing in yourself and in your valuable memories―memories which are now cast off into an ethereal world constructed with exploding glass

the battle being watched is to see who will fall into the survivor’s round―it is taking place right here and right now―on the house―off the cuff―who will be the one who will have the final say of what the next step will be―the next step will be to search for anyone hiding out in the aftermath of armageddon―and why they are still alive

DOUBLE MINDED TWIST OF REALITY

casting dried out thoughts away from self―racing through the in between spectrum of being a lunatic and downright insane―to be neatly planned out in a structured program of thinking―thoughts building up more and more until they infiltrate the focus barrier

blocking off the attempts made to filter out any abnormal ways of thinking―thinking within the warp zone―full speed ahead―valuable ideas carrying expansive information―priceless information reserved for future purposes―how disturbing―factual data being stored up and eventually canceled―all for the reasoning to restore the mind to its logical whereabouts―or so it seems―restore them to the absence of thinking―throwing all together and then throwing down―just one more time

grandiose notions are setting higher states of personable awareness―stages of solitary isolation―it is time for the prophets to come forward and meet with us―preach the ancient ways of wisdom―march with us to the last gateway in the sky―I am sure somebody will set the key in place―then it will be up to us to turn the key

then let it truly be known―that all the eyes of the universe are being opened simultaneously―that we are all free thinkers on this infamous earth in hell―slaves to the beliefs which society has manufactured us into having―beliefs we have fought against having

we adapt to the facts as soon as they come filing in―fight the best fight we can before our wicks have been snuffed―then torched up without leaving us an option―except the strengthened will to survive―let's be all we can be

the world at large happens to be a fancied reality―a pseudo reality conjured up out of thin air―a hide out revelation from the monsters inside we have repressed for so long―we dig deeper and deeper into ground zero―a common ground we have spent our lives digging―the last stop is now―or so it seems

ESCAPING INTO THE PLEASURE ZONE

falling deep within the vacant spectrum of all which stands to remain―standing apart from a very cold and harsh reality―one which encompasses all creatures―let us toast to all predators and parasites―we overrule them with humanistic dread―with all of our universal souls built together as one―jump starting at one nerve ending and snapping shut at the next―a caged up reality to some―a very surreal reality to others―distorted feelings and twisted emotions have taken us down―down into a fantastic ending―leaving us in a very mournful and hopeless state of being

apathy is pushing us inside to move forward ahead to make up yesterday's past―halting at tomorrow's never ending future―sending us to search for a new savior to hold onto―pain is what has been making us or breaking us―this is your pleasure these days―that which makes you real―perhaps pleasure is becoming a shakeup for fantasy these days―mixing it up with an adventure of erotic times―this has become the actions found in making us all a part of a frivolous and carefree society―the pleasure's all mine

doing time in reality can also be seen as living a self-deprived life―playfully enjoying our uncontrollable urges―which can also be quite pleasing at times―nothing seems more pleasurable during these strangest of times―than in sharing heated acts of passion with one another―paying for whatever fancy suits your notion―maybe that's the trip your on

it appears that the time has come for the next act to begin―an act of meeting up with welcoming approval―an act where all parties may be a part of everyone's good time―and when they are―you can count me in―ready or not―here I come

HARVESTING THE REAPER OF MADNESS

despair and agony has not a single reason nor a real purpose down on this playing field of shocking despair―instant revelations suddenly uncover the true substance of death―powers of knowledge fly over the meaning of that which was never meant to be―it goes and goes―it seems a truth has been found in an obvious limitations―anything goes until it goes no more―turns out to exceed limitations

it has been favorably viewed by the minds of the many natives gathered here―an eye for an eye―a tooth for a tooth―until raw justice is served to those guilty as charged―universal justice will be served to us all―up until the day when damnation and salvation meet up with one another―after the battle has been silenced by darkness―the true winner is eternal death―second place goes to mortal life―which entity do you pledge allegiance to

a truth found in obvious limitations equals the seven deadly sins―since thinking about taking part in these mind blowing―is just as bad as doing them―then I might as well do them―judge not lest ye be judged―go ahead―just make sure your judging takes you past the limits―the limits of forbidden times―my times

on the first day there was darkness―the second was thriving with life―the third was confusion―there was an abundance of war on the fourth day―the fifth day was reconciliation within the ranks of mankind―the sixth day was filled with the insane laughter where the jesters were playing the kings for fools―the seventh day was when they all made peace out with each other

and on the eighth day there was darkness to rule the skies once again―the first day took place on the behalf of the manifestations of the universe―but the eighth day was when mankind called the shot―so what started with darkness―ended in darkness

ANALYZING YOUR JUSTIFIED REASONING

backing up a philosophy which has been previously taken for granted―philosophy's which may have been taken apart by those who have felt threatened by them―by the insecure ones which are easily frightened by the principles they loathe and despise the most

you will allow no one to stand between you and where you are going―when people do―your plan is to cancel them out―so when the hammer falls―you will make sure that you are the one who does the nailing

some may view you as being self-centered―you are simply taking this with an attitude of―so what―oh well―such is life―that's right―then time continues to move forward slowly, but surely―traveling onward in a slow progression―a needless one―as a matter of fact

your self-centered belief system has saved you on many occasions―it always has and it always will―especially since you have an indifference towards others―those invading the territory of your habitat―one which you had spent a lifetime dwelling in

how sad the world is around you―you muse to yourself―you happen to be stuck in the middle of it―like it or not―going over the edge seems like a good option to you―you muse to yourself on this one as well―like it or not

I am trying to get away from my wildly inappropriate thoughts―ones which I've always believed in―why don't I simply throw all else away and ride on different tracks of thinking―I will never change my style of thinking to better suit your needs―have you ever really stopped thinking of yourself all the time―if you have―then you are better at the thinking game than I am―I don't change―I adapt

EXCESSIVE VENGEANCE

the story goes on like this―dried out are the weak and weary―just waiting to be submersed in blood-soaked tears―tears having to do with a saddened sense of dread gone wicked―with apathetic feelings inside of our self-defeating minds―the kind of thoughts fit only to have pride outrunning humble morals

morals can come and go with some of us―but to other people―morals are merely a crutch for frail people to fall back on―stabilizing themselves to know right from wrong―yet being powerless with the choices between what to do and when to do it―either way―we all go traveling forth to find out what is on the other side at the end of time―and which route would be the most enjoyable one to take―by hook or by crook―we have a hell of a party to look forward to

while there are those of us who wait for their destinies to find them―there are those who also seek out their destiny to make themselves real in―and there are people who are wishing for their good deeds to reprieve them from unfortunate fates―fates which are waiting to accommodate them

there are the times in life when even illusions seem more realistic than life itself―times when clarity and chaos have not one single boundary to separate them―appearing only as a series of unlimited distractions―like a misdirected focus in the timeless bounds of our personalized worlds―promoting the needless feelings of being unaware in the slightest of ways

repeating the same things over and over and still having a piece of mind―this happens to be very contradictory to having a peace of mind―what is needed to trade in and get sanity back is simple―just trade in clear-cut disorder for a cloud of sanity―some of us never had it in the first place―and some of us never will―pride is still ahead of humility―the only competition where first place starts at the end of the line―by hook or by crook―I am already enjoying the ride

EXPANDED REVELATIONS

a force of habit is centered within the nature of the beast―the wild ones are living it up within the gloomy shadows of their own fantastic realities―reaching out with order to visit the futuristic ways of life―and all the individual worlds which lie within those individuals―the beast inside of us all is to be found roaming within there

our egotistical beasts group up with each other to go marching along―alongside the tainted sinful planks formed hastily in the shadows of dusk―feasting upon the imperfections of mankind is nothing new for the beasts we have become―as is―being immortal was not in the plans of our characteristic definitions―we all fancy the pleasures of committing the seven deadly sins―until we have finished ourselves off by expiring within them

staying wrapped around each other and around our character defects is best done with careless ease―throwing all up in the air and allowing ourselves to land on a solid built ledge of extraordinary reasoning―a reasoning which will eventually introduce us to the best advantage of all―the power of the obsessive pleasures which fuel us to drive ourselves forward with―and then to also intoxicate ourselves with

gazing into the halting edge of oblivion you may expect everything―getting nothing from it in return―prophesied in a reality only our closed eyes can supply us with―an exchange of energy between us―causing a friction of heat with our neighbors―both friend and foe alike―one tends to thaw out their own frozen survival tools―then they go in for the kill

FINALLY AWAKENED

justice is now being served everywhere around us―only to end up being justice for all―all of it leading to more of the same thing―being the same thing that deadens our already complacent spirits―specifically handed out by the just with their eyes still being bloodshot―with eyes full of misdirected pain―strung out are the veins in their eyes―with the owners of those eyes furiously swimming for escape to the holy grounds of fierce driven agony

distant are the ways which are sizing up the values of scientific theories―ancient codes from our elders wrap around the behaviors of the insane―unjustifiably correcting the defiant ones in public―which is more than just punishing them―the accurate thinkers of this world ignore the insane thoughts inside of their minds―the rest are unaware of them

it has been found that while the jesters continue mocking the judges―they are seen by outside parties as dubbing themselves as the damned―they step right up and sharpen their blades―they continue sharpening their blades until they get bored

in many parts around the world―the body count doubles and then continues to multiply throughout the years―the dead hold the reins over those alive in spirit―this can be seen as the blind leading the blind in a circular fashion―the body count continues to multiply

the bell continue to sound out after those whom have risen from the dead―they are probably the least understood of all―even though the bell rings steady and in repetition―the bell lacks in one major note―the note which puts the dead back to sleep―leaving the dead underrated as well

SURRENDER TO NOTHING

people begin to awake and then begin facing death on a day-to-day basis―while the holier than thou continue to waltz on Earth with grandiosity―the vigilantes of society continue to pack a few bottles of liquid demolition―they send others to running away in despair―that liquid demolition happens to be their drink of choice―a drink for people on the run who drink for the after effects

within the clans of men, women, and children who still happen to be alive―there exist bystanders who go on playing games with their persecutors―the innocent and wanna be purified ones exist in the competitive sport of who can be the next martyr―all in the hopes of healing their brother's keeper as they continue to journey through life―motivated only to gain power by surrendering to a god many people live in fear of―and a god many people are tormented by

the endless stream of mankind catches up to us in one way or another―then pulls us down beneath our limitations and pushes us up against our fears―a world consisting of personalized disaster―countless states of hell fitting only for people who have a murderous destruction of rampage upon the innocent ones

a mission bent on searching for more of the helpless and insane―driving their rage to lunacy―committing them to the cell blocks of surrender―never set on being content―until all else fails―then they are deemed as the victors

the victors here step forward to claim their golden calves―the idolatrous one’s dance on golden calves while drinking their nocturnal juice―parasitic juice mixed with poisonous laughter―always drinking with pride―to not drink is to die

THE DARK FIRE INSIDE

carefully sense the feelings shooting through your heart―reach yourself forward and extinguish the flame burning you alive―a flame stretching out from your heart to people who can stand you only when they can't see you―break down the barrier between your thoughts and the thoughts others have―mental energy is transformed into a freezing madness and skates for free―roaming on icy slopes slick with frigid emotions―who is to be the one who kills before eternal exile will finish them off first―who will be the one who goes off the edge―the damned always fall first

all meaning of misunderstood identities have been given up by now―they wish to defend their troubled sorrows as of now―yet they do not know how it began―it was directed to target them and only them―no one around seems ready to trade in their sanity―without getting anything back―including the targeted ones

one after one―the problems of today reappear―one by one―they seem to fall away―leaving nothing in the memory of those forbidden to enter―damnation handed down from a blind hangman―who was meant to be the judge, jury, and executioner of all the misunderstood outlaws―who apparently were hanged for no reason at all

the fires we have set will lead us to the point where the war is soon to be on―also planning to stay that way―these fires we have set will forever remain burning―burning the crosses we have crucified our persecutors on―the thin ice under our feet is beginning to melt―it appears that this is just another fire―a fire we have entirely forgotten about―until now

THE FALLING OF BLADES

raining down from the heavenly kingdom of night―blades drifting away from the stars―falling alongside fallen angels―smothered faces call out to us―crying out for a help which will never rescue them―a suffocation of silence crowds out all else―a 1,000 dreams die in vain along with the already dead―for these are the times of prophesy―times when legends are forged from the myths which started it all

individual blades of sharp hate―continue to search out the heaven's until they have found someone to destroy―these blades are as sharp as they can get―they will never be as sharp as this ever again

the blades grow from the rocky labyrinth of an underworld―an underworld supported by the flesh and bones of its creators―the masters with their blades portray the true nobility of their prideful glory―and to the maximum level of their evil

masters to the left and commanders to the right―each one commanding the victims to follow their lead―leading them straight through the massive pits of hades―where the revolving mirrors of reality are too vivid―too vivid to view our various shades of sin through

THE KEEP OF THE UNDERWORLD

the banner of the underworld depicts two demons wrestling with dragons―the controllers of this forbidden palace supply no exit for the weak and weary―they enjoy damning the judgmental hypocrites of the surrounding regions―as you guide yourself through the gate of the underworld―you pass through its door―the majestic rulers down here outweigh the supreme beings in this underground establishment

those in charge will always be seeking you out to grasp hold of your soul―at this point your soul has been hired on―all you had ever thought had been the truth at this point―turned out to be falsified information at one time or another―the same information which had been labeling you as just another burnt out spirit

the many shades of neutral gray stabilize the dark intentions directed at your neighbor―not one of your neighbors happened to be friend or foe―just other nameless faces in these corridors―you send no forgiveness to them

may the powers which roam above rule over all along the immortals―for they are the ones who are still walking on holy water―the mortal ones are still clawing their way out―using their unbroken will power to make it out alive―out from underneath the six feet layers of dirt packed on them―the dirt on their hands will never be cleansed of their sins

THE OVERTURE OF SCREAMING FLESH

utter confusion seeps into my brain at times like these―it sinks down into my mind―it screams out of my thickened spirit―it reaches out and prods my deadened soul until it wakes up―but that's not all―allow me to go further and tell you more

as my mind gives direct orders for my body to come to back to life―after years of being in a deep slumber―my eyes slowly open themselves up and take a look around―they try to decipher the true from the false―reality from fantasy―now it's time to start breathing again

I am quite fond of depriving all of my senses―when this is experienced―that is when the gratifying results of all the unspoken promises are realized―that is where the heart, mind, body, spirit, and soul are awakened and then released―the sixth sense best comes in the retrospect of comatose living―in the futuristic nightmares of my dreaded state of being―a poisonous mixture of hell and agony blasts me out of my present sense of reasoning

a bell is rung when the spiked chains of my past are whipped against my back―this is when every part of myself retaliates against the guilt ridden shame―unneeded guilt which was forced down on me back in my youth―the cracked shell of my innocent youth still rings with the hellish torture of my anger driven soul

dismembered was I from my past connections to a reality so cold and alone―pushing away a pride which had been tainted with desolate isolation―a lonely journey leading to my one and only true savior―me, myself, and I―perhaps the greatest unholy trinity who's ever been around―to actually witness the reality of hell on Earth―and make it out alive with a little hand from my best friends―my demonic friends here on planet earth―may hell on Earth drink up and be happy―along with me, myself, and I

THE REVENGE OF ONE ANOTHER IN MANKIND

laughing a little out of touch―here in your recently established reality―you continue on playing your vengeful joke on any one around―always seems easier to have a scapegoat nearby―taking the vendettas we have with one anther―out on each other―always with a grin

streaming it through the strange and throughout the unknown―pushes you back into the ring and then throws you out of the game―we get our kicks as we continue playing with fire―no commandments left for us to break―no gods and goddesses to throw down―unjust are the standards of reality which we have set aside for ourselves―let no reality rule over another reality―generating more apathy from ourselves and from our neighbors―pity serves nobody―while righteousness serves all

which one of us is the greater than though in this battlefield we call life―out of all the kings and queens out there―which one of us will be the bravest to stand out in defiance against them―to rebel successfully against the leaders we have given power to―the mission of rage we all feel inside―this has become a passion we fight to the death with

the mission will soon become complete―the stone is finally to be set in place―our epitaph's will all share one thing in common―there will be no resting in peace here―only hell to pay―we use hell as a tool

A BATTLE RUMBLING IN THE DISTANCE

no longer will my strength be used to fight for a land which will never be free―ruled by kings and queens everyone is too skeptical to trust―I will give up all I am worth to join the brave nomads among us

we are lost within the ripping winds of a war among ourselves―which desecrates all in its path―fighting a war with both sides using rusty blades―slashing through the flesh of other soldiers―screaming agonies on both sides of a war―a war started by two native tribes―tribes which were at one point on the same side―the war will therefore end with the deflation of both tribes

cravings for flesh covered bones never lose their appeal for the starving ones―those hungering for more of the same results and usually unsuspecting of the next ones―unsuspecting for the next fight towards the grand finale―they strive to obtain the ultimate prize―winner takes all―the loser turns to nothing

the war rolls on as the heads slide down the plank of rotten wood―scenarios too real and so true still remain false in nature―a metamorphosis of dismal dreams multiply into flashbacks of the worst tripping days―during the days when inhuman treatment was even worse than it is now―the current question is left up to the next person to answer―what you will trade in for immortality―would it be your soul―or someone's else flesh covered bones

you can get something done one of two ways down here―fight to the death with someone or fall on your own blade―there is always the permanent solution of waiting for someone to claim the prize―that which you had known and that which you will ever come to know―shocked with a disbelief you will never understand―you stagger forth to the front line―the war has always been fought in the name of wrongful death―and the show must go on

THE MAXIMUM SILENCE OF NOTHING

breathe deep―for it may be your last―you are still hoping to end up being blessed with another chance at life―another opportunity to perform the grand finale―one which no one else around can perform―but no one around can take away the suffocation of heavy silence that you hear

keeping what matters most in mind―to go without water welling up in your eyes―no one escapes the stabbing sharpness of their self-inflicted misery―burning tears rolling down a cracked face―but there are those who have claimed to escape successfully―wandering aimlessly down a path of emptied glories

absent thoughts are being replaced with strong pressured fear―focusing in on all senses of your own concentration are being found useless in this matter―all in order to distract the thoughts you have―which continue to get in the way

blindly flying into an empty zone full of nothing―splitting the edge of reality and forcing down a new attack on society―hopelessly and carelessly they came without warning―leaving us burning on high―they keep skipping over us until they can overtake the nothingness they flew into―only so they can claim it as one claims it as one of their own―first blood here was unplanned for―it was started by all the fallen angels which heaven has entirely ignored

completely wasted away clone soldiers moving recklessly under evil command―to control them is all the commanders try to do―they seem to have forgotten what it was once like to be human―to put silence to human cries was the main objective―they continue to fly above and drop their burdens on the unfortunate ones―soon there will be silence

THE SOCIAL PREDATOR

falling away into the background of night―howling as he scavenges for those that should not be―further he goes out on the scavenge―into places that he is unsure of―with having the power of murder on his side

a twisted night crawls all around his granite soul―he finishes off all lives which have threatened his own―that is when they end up having a whip-lashing duel―this is when he snaps his opponent's mind without warning

the shattering light of a chaotic day ends―the day transforms into a dismal night filled with dancing shadows―dancing through the middle of a once heavenly night―now broken up by screaming fires―fires started by the burning souls of his past victims―how sweet is the smell of their blazing spirits

hungering for new homes in his split apart realities―driving away world peace to make room for their deadened souls―the social predator smiles over his latest accomplishment―spilling the guts out of all―devouring his victims from the outside in―drinking up the remains of their bloody exoskeletons

blue is the shade of the venom spit out of the fangs of this particular predator―dominating all who stand in the way of him and where he is going―with fangs as sharp as spikes―spikes sharpened enough to glisten throughout this hollow night―though the night is on the side of the predator―even the night cannot be trusted by him

THEATRICAL MIND

another well-rehearsed version of a theatrical mind―a clockwork of thoughts goes spinning around endlessly and then back around towards the other ones―wrapping themselves around a self-propelled mind slaughter―showing off more of its own all knowing thoughts―doing hectic time in reality needlessly―an ongoing tribute to me, myself, and I―my own unholy trinity―if you will

thoughts carrying self-contained feelings personally ignited with seething emotions―only leaving behind a wake of hopeless attempts― I stand ready to extinguish all of the ones burned around the core―cheers to all of the blank-faced individuals I have acquired a soulful love for

waiting for the sun beams to stop melting my brainwaves―another addiction which ultimately does more harm than good―as far as my sweating brain goes―sad, but true―doing nothing for the wavelengths that go on splitting the emptiness I feel inside―sad, but true

riding along the deadpan tracks of periodical stops along the way―the synchronicity of it keeps the monotony running on high speed―high with the harsh notions of my now standardized way of thinking―the power of life beats the absence of thoughts―the swirling void of thoughts I have sometimes breaks down the rest of me

just as the show is about to make its departure―the last curtain comes to a halt before it crosses the stage―from beneath that curtain―there are final screams in place of applause―now it is the time when the show will really take off―just as the trophy awarded this evening is unveiled―nothing is to be seen―when that nothing shows itself―it engulfs the audience―and leaves not one person left

THROUGH BLIND EYES

you are separating my nights―with days of straight forward confusion―while staring straight through me―you are blinding my eyes―how could you do this to me―when all I've done is to be there for you―once again you have deceived me with agonizing torture―rather than welcomed me with compassion

just when I thought I had you figured you out―you have me crying out for more and more―more of my blood-soaked tears is all you have ever wanted from me―all you gave me in return are the leftovers of a past which I've dreaded all of my life―you always leave me sinking back into my eyes

slipping around in my sorrow―the same sorrow that I had once thought as always being charming―the same sorrow which had eventually passed me through the last ice age with flying aces―never again to be left out to thaw―those days just fell away from the eternal nights―to turn around in the hot pursuit of more heated moments

I am missing you while you are no longer thinking of me―all I can do is to swear off for coming back for more―more of what's been left behind for me―hiding out in a shelter which is soon to be blown away―all I have now is soon to be carried off into the past tense―it was my last chance as well

I wish to share with you my final thoughts on splendid gratitude―if you wish to call it that―perhaps the only thing which would separate you from I―a petition to beckon forth the demon we are soon about to share with one another―a demon we can only know by its final calling out for all―for all prisoners to board this demon's ship of fools―a ship which can only be seen from behind closed eyes

SUPERCHARGING DEATH

the meaning of pain―which should have never be forgotten about―on the foretold judgment day when ashes mixed thoroughly together with dust―who is it that who will express themselves as far as to the best route to take―it might as well be traveling non-stop from one spectrum to the next―whyfore

a collision between the two has been waiting to happen ever since when the stars had been born―the righteousness among those who choose to live life to the fullest―right now is the time to live and to live boastfully―I have been paying my dues to the righteous ones longer than I can care to remember―if you asked me―or does it really matter at this point

all bets are off―I carelessly remember that I had made that bet in the first place―which happens to hsve been something I care not to remember―even betting in the first place has caused more disaster than I can care to realize―but who cares to remember any repressed emotions these days

I will only play dead when both of my fists have stopped swinging―I will continue to play death until lady death has stopped piercing my mind with her cold eyes―her shiny black eyes filled in with black as well―I think that I have had enough of her paying a little too much attention to me by now―it is when she stops paying attention to me―that will be when my own sweet version of revenge shall be played back

now how about that―just to imagine the two-fisted drinkers such as the mistress of death and I trying to drink each other under the table―throwing all down on who will lose the drinking game―who is to come in last place―that is something I will never be sure about―all I know is that I will control where my soul goes―and it will definitely not go to the righteous ones

THE SOURCE IS STARING RIGHT THROUGH ME

I am tired―through and through―of tapping into an empty space on earth I have become―a morbid soul which I have become bored with dwelling in―no space left to hide the frozen bond which had carried me―I continuously reach out for a new trip―still finding no hope left to grasp a hold of

there is no tune left to strike against the clashing mood against mood I hold within―nor will there be any strings to keep me snug and secure―with myself always being in the way of harm―a harm with which my ancestors had myself fastened to

the bitter and murky trails of my cold-blooded tears run down my shallow face―a brave face which had once been strong with longevity―has now become an empty plate filled with chalices filled now with veins―veins which were once filled with blood―now have hardened into a petrified venom

as I stare fiercely back into the sunken features of my glorified source―my nerves of wrought iron pulp thaw filled with pulsating wires shoot out of my thickened bones―even though my once thin bones had transformed into rock-hard roots of steel―does not mean that my heart only consists with the beat of my heartless tremors

in the last blur of a time gone quickly away―my eyes are now staring back at me―a moment's depth of a reflection so deep that even mirrors have lost all meaning―after all―what's the point of looking at yourself―when you can't even see past the deception your mind supplies you with―but always remember―more shall be revealed

FALSE SCENARIOS APPEARING REAL

I have senses of vague distinctions of nothing going on from realistic flavoring to fantastic pleasures―out there in a distance so sad and too bad―there lies above us a predator which is soon to engulf all in its path―to set ablaze all the unfortunate ones who go on freezing patiently still

there are glimpses of dancing women on the fancied shores of reason―beckoning us all to go on forth from no particular place at all―some dances do not have much of an ending―so was the last one which had led me astray

what of the commandments―did you happen to know that just as many promises are waiting for us as the price has to be paid―when they are broken up and torn down as smooth as ever―the ones who do not get caught reap the winnings―just as the ones who had been caught with their sins down burn in their jailed hells of insanity

enough of this and so much for that―we are all here for a purpose―hallucinations supply us with the back beats of immaculate deception―as mirages back up the chorus with angelic horns of agony

STAND ALONE

direction still undecided―wind blowing all around and knocking me off balance―is this the moment when my fate will catch up with me

still, I wait for an eternity―with hopeless apathy overwhelming my mind―always waiting for a partner to show me a new way―I also bored and patiently wait for nothing to eventually come to pass―and I am still waiting to reach the end of time

better off to have been one with myself―better to leave myself behind―then to leave myself alone―without any distance to spare―I might add

dreams I pretend to care little about―the kind I view as supporting the absent side of myself―within the depth of my dreams I rule over all the land―once I was pushed back and lost nearly all―after regaining my proper support system―I assumed new ground

false was my apathy turned raw―for a very brief moment it had appeared to myself that I had surrendered my fight―throw in my sword in hateful disgust as my lesser than though a side of reality had taken all from me―therefore leaving me for a wench hung in dishonor

my fight to the death will carry on past my end―an ending shot straight through my gray stone heart―always trying to imprison me for my immaculate deception―little does my executioner know that I will throw all in―just for a taste of death wrung out to dry