Pulsating veins ebb with the life extending seed of oxygen, slowly suffocating our every breath with each beat of our diseased hearts, loathing to be more than…… Read more “Loathing To Be Free Of My Noise”
Month: September 2018
Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life
As I sleep inside I die, a million times behind my eyes, nightmares that could never be real, images drawn with fevered hands, the darkness of night…… Read more “Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life”
Show Me The Sea Of Red Inside Your Head
We hate to feel but wish to be, drugs designed to dull the pain as well as reality, we are the disease, our sickness it’s cure, feed…… Read more “Show Me The Sea Of Red Inside Your Head”
Scars Upon The Ground Before My Victim
Foreshadowing realities birthed in the nothingness of a world lost in forever and today, the past of yesterday a figment of delusions wrapped in the tissue of…… Read more “Scars Upon The Ground Before My Victim”
Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was
I was a burning bush in a sea of disenchantment somehow locked within the bitterness of an endless yesterday that starved the life from my diseased bones,…… Read more “Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was”
Faces Twisted To The Style Of My Minds Eye
Nursery rhymes twisted in grimm outcomes beg all humankind to question ones own self loathing while criticizing the world around for all the injustices it brings upon…… Read more “Faces Twisted To The Style Of My Minds Eye”
Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake
You give a moment of anxiety more guidance and pompous overture than you do to life as it passes you by at a rate you never realise…… Read more “Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake”
For I See Forgivness Where There Is None
He spoke of many things as the end twisted its vile hand towards him, words not all together meaningful in order of their context and placement, but…… Read more “For I See Forgivness Where There Is None”
My Hate Filled Rant Was Like Fists Hitting Your Face
Cross pollination of a sickness rooted in the core of everything I am, your pathetic existence is nothing more than a momentarily absent minute of my time,…… Read more “My Hate Filled Rant Was Like Fists Hitting Your Face”
Look Without Eyes And See Me For What I Am, A Monster Of A Man
Whispers in the darkness make a trail to the dead of endless torments, I forsake all and everything just to hear the words that never make sense,…… Read more “Look Without Eyes And See Me For What I Am, A Monster Of A Man”
