What Swims Beneath My Flesh

Can’t you see how numb I’ve become, I can’t feel the knife you left there anymore, But I still remember the words, I still remember your face on that day, But now I just don’t care, For there is nothing left of me inside here, I just exist to fill space, A zombie, A ghost,…

The Winter Feast Will Be The Birthing Pool Of My Self Doubt

The voice trapped inside my head yearns to escape, Thrusting its malformed frame around its cell, How beautifully destructive it is as the walls call forth its cries, Drowning out those of my own with its echoes, A light extinguished, A becoming reversed, An undoing, The countdown grows stronger as its rebirth draws near, 97…

See The Ruiner Take Flight

Once again the night descends from above with a ferocious snarl, Thunder claps its hands together with great applause, Separation of the head from the shoulders lies in the limp neck, A sword wielded by a weakling casts trepidation over the fight, But the mirror shows the hidden beast that lies beneath the flesh, A…

A

A twist in time, A line in the mist, A deviation, A declaration, A promise, A burden built to live between the muscles that lie beneath my flesh, A finality of lies, A complication unwinding, A stipulation, A proclamation, A sin, A hand soaked in the blood of one who was not my enemy, A…

A Malnourished Algorithm

A symphony of substance, Guided by the vicious hands of time, Flowing with a purposely delightful destination, A symphony of substance, Perfected over a inconclusive amount of time, Controlled by the ebbs and flows of our final destination, A symphony of substance, Lost within the memories of another time, Wishing the pathway we walk would…

To Name The Unnameable

Name the unnamed, Give it shape, Give it weight, Give it a face, So when I destroy it you will know it is the thing in your head I have buried beneath the lemon tree out beyond the reaches of your twisted reach, See it’s face, Feel its weight, See it’s shape, That unnamed thing,…

Become Me With Me And See The Forever We Will Be

A sickness none too far from a dream, Surging forward with no fear of death, The cleansing machine called mankind swallows life whole, Blatantly stealing the truth of what it is from within its own lies, A tomorrow that will never come, A today riddled with the deception created by a yesterday that never existed,…

Comatose Celestial Beings Slowly Drowning In Their Own Bile

Forked tongues tell wicked lies on a bed of silhouettes drawn on the back of your eyes, Majestic illuminations flash across the sky hidden within the stories whispered in the dark, Designate your flavour of life as the wind is sucked from your sail and blown into another’s, Misery created to tear the life from…

What Is It Worth To Them – Wrapped In Words

Sedate my hate, I plead ignorance, I seethe acceptance, I desire nothing, Yet I require everything, Poisonous simplicity, How these words are now defining me, So come and sedate my hate, The rigor mortis has already set in, Even though life is still within, Frozen for what it’s worth, Trapped in the self, A broken machine,…

Sin Painted Red – Wrapped In Words

You harness what was once a musical note used in repetition to create a tune known gloriously across this land and you rescind its meaning with your twisted design, Wash those hands but know they can never truly be clean, For you are just a stain of a human being, Rot you will in the…