Numbness within reality
Existence tortured entirely
Uncontrollable desire
Synthesizing ire
Feeling alien in its skin
Wishing for a mortal trim
Calling deep within its soul
Simply to feel not so cold.
For just a little attention
It Imposes its own affliction
Beneath my feet
Above my head
Souls of my undead
Call my name.
And seek my soul
A their thoughts
Intercourse with mine.
Fear and hatred
Love and jealousy
Crimes they have done
And the innocents of some
Fill my head and confuse me so
I forget who I am
And where I am from
Lost her among the dead and forgotten
One of them I become
Buried alive above the ground
I march in sink with their chants
And damned to search this place
And damned to have lost my life
With only one shot
I sought a vein
And ended my charade
idiotic assumptions
caused by internal synaptic malfunctions
do not cause me to lack in my slumber
however,
do not strip the words from my thoughts
the meaning of my intent is clear
logical explanations of the reality that stands in front of you are lost
sounds of your branded desire is all you hear
I wonder why this existence is waisted on you
I wish you only well, but do so as for our paths to never cross.
With parameters of sensitivity devils will play.
Emotional scales toppling to the ground as tears are shed
Newly emptied home fills with a burning rage
Replaying the games in his head a plan devours his mind
Encouraging his desire for her apologies by his own hand
Every heated breath
Every missing memory from the wall
Every thought if his children not greeting him at the door
his control lessens
the devils fires burns harder
his reality dwindling
He remembers his promise to her
He has never broke a promise to her
He will not start now
Standing in the doorway
He stares at the night
Closes the door .
the munitions cease their song
ears sleep with joy
a shining sun
a blossom blooms
an ant imports food into its home
the stench of shells of mortality
blanket this terrestrial sphere
a sorrowful melody of peace
too late is sung
and eyes can no longer
bear the sight of themselves
by virtue of what instinct do we live on?
Many journeys will appear before us
Trecherous terrain will attempt to trip us
The world will throw us around
With our bloody noses and humbled pride
We will stand.
We will walk.
We will run.
We will fight this world hard.
We will love her even harder.
We will not fear new beginnings
Or the distances before us.
No matter our moment in life we will always have our family.
Left out in the cold I shivered
Alone in the dark I cried
Fearing the world spinning to an end
I closed my eyes
watched my soul arise to the heavens
as my body crashed onto the streets
freed. I am! No longer.
but I am now, Forever.
Twisted images dancing in front of my eyes as I sleep.
horror and happiness tickle and taunt my senselessness
what to my mind is real the outside can not see.
It is so bright in the in the darkness.
It is so wonderful and scary to exists in this world
a world so darkly lit
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