Close the hand around my neck, squeeze for I am dead, the sound of sight, the see of fright, my mercy less than I am to be, forever, like a whisper in the sea, we come, we succumb, let me drift away from thee, poison me, last, wicked right, underneath the facade, never me, weigh the body down and left me drown…
And the words broke through the sound barrier, my ears adjusted, pin drops, suicide watch, my name is woven in the sun, you see me, but I am not one, last the love, the stolen children, plenty, they come, yet the word turns, and the echoes burn, see the flesh, watch it rot…
Tame the devil with my call, paste the words on the wall, open, shut, lost in the pool, red rivers flow, stolen pennies fall, petrified in wood and air, the wisdom come, for food or care, we sell the sights, wickedness, sickness, a world in disarray, becoming, succumbing, fornicating the fate of many, beneath the haggard dress, the throbbing tool grows hard…
Chosen to be more than I wanted to be, the storm came strong, the wind died, my eyes were woken, my worlds were lies, I schemed, I stole, lost in the now of nothing, last to know, first to leave, the sign of tomorrow, please, broken toys, staples, pages torn, my life before me, on the floor, seeping slowly into the wood grain, nevermore, nothing, stolen, soaking in the soil of life, I am no more, I never was, I’m nevermore…
Fences rotten, the wood all dead, cast me out, for I am not yours, silent but alone, the night flows on, the river of scum, the deliver of the seen, worshipped from afar, I gave the silent breath, forgiveness not mine, yet subtle, not forget, we stowed away, we lost our way, the end was not enough to see what had become of me, for in the sky, we all watched god die, a myth, a fictional character, the beginning and the end…
Ash, burnt into it, the sand stood still for thousands of years, but the wind lest none, I was nothing, words written, lost to the water as it washed away, yet in the moments, when the air did silently stay, voices echoed, parasitic beasts fed, mankind eaten, blood thick, dying, smoldering on the decaying silence, I asked for forgiveness, I yelled for compliance, but in the end, as the world went away, my words were unwritten, lost in the sands of today…
Woven from the seeds of a bygone design, I walked forth, I stood as a man, stolen in the decaying grass, I defiled the sin that was to be my last, a chosen branch, petrified wood, laying down the chosen one, stood, but standing, silent, but shouting still, the nothingness of a window open, beckoned me in, lost, lamenting alone, the wetness of another becoming, see me, here I stand…
Cremate me, for I am free, the derelict observer, the sea that was not me, confined within my box, stuffed within the shoe, perpetual providence of suffering, I am secluded, there is no will, subject me to the end, paste the narrow hand of defeat, I regained my eyes but still could not see, withdrawn, surrender, I gave in, the roots died long before me…
Sue me she said, fate didn’t see me, escaped in the mist, last night worshipped the last, burnt at the end, a diamond in the rough, legacies forbidden, heartbroken, post haste, upon me was the river, red runs deep still, a field, wet woken, only the end can see…
An suffering of solidarity, broken in the doorway of life, stifling, mesmerising, a masterclass in adultery, harmonising the inner whelp, breaking the wheel, resetting to heal, what if I can, who if I am, a flask of meal, a glass of hate, a box full of puzzle’s, a scandal, sedate, suffer for me, the people of biologies fate, we see, open a window, gather me, for I am separate, form in me, let me see my visage, for windows are golden, open or closed, but openings without coverings are vacuums, and so is a door…
Cut upon the skin left open, red jelly wobbles, pariah not piranha, flesh not on its list, acclaim, reward, positions, a governess to dethrone, legalities, fraudulent catastrophes, we sink below the substance, with the world at our behest, litres of lies swollen, the devil’s intent, masturbation, fascination, painting faces, seas of misconstrued images, I don’t want to be, but I don’t want to die, sickness withing, my sins, I cannot repent….
Tucked in for take off, systems failed but we haven’t fell down, a pocket for safe keeping, germicide instead of genocide, killing for the sake, for the art, beautiful distractions made up of you, guide me homeward, back to the start, see the sun for what it is, odds of survival limited, but that is my final sin, repent, a recipe of hate, let’s begin...
Eyes lost in the endless sea reflecting me upon the trees, giving life bathed in the within of self my darkness is below me, I swallowed the sun, it was not where it all begun, an ending without flight, my day without night, I allowed the moment to be, even though I was not me, follow the light of the never have been, swallow, dissolve, there is nothing, there is something, forgiveness, those words are not for me…
I closed the book you gave to me, it’s pages once empty now full, solvent liquid pours over me, deciding my fate, a straw, long gone, the windows cracks, the mirror no longer reflects, the bride of whirling machinery calls my name with vicious intent, built to be a toy to fuck, my wayward thing that ruined it all…
You played the victim, while I stayed and watched, symmetrical cutting of a vein emptying life, thorns on the insides of your eyes, vomit in the carpet, lies in your thighs, hands underneath your skirt, vinegar strokes pulsating, explosions in your face, I was a dream you had, stars shine tonight…
Blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me, one, two, three, four, more and more, pages thrown in the air, three at a time, four to be sure, I struggle as I’m subjected to sickness, my pride a lie, I sin, I give in, yet I strive to survive, I suffer for another, my purpose lost in the pages, blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me…
I bore no resemblance, I was me, yet so was he, the dragon in a skin suit, my demonic master, my throne, my one and only, a destiny apart, while a window in between, I gathered, he surrendered, but it was you not me, in the night so dark, the blood so warm, a vengeance was born…
He sat before me, eyes pale and white, foiled in hate, soiled in fate, given no mercy to the delight of the others, the wickedness spoke naught, defiant, devoid, we gazed and we stole, no moments, no stories to be told, no shining lights to be seen, a man and his visage, a man no longer to be, no longer me…
What is the sea that spills from me, a sickness, a seed, a desire to be incomplete, I waived the purpose of my need, gave it substance, a stickiness to see, faded, old, dry and cold, my broken dreams, my child, my seed, swept away before me, in a river of ammonia, a sea of disowning…
Haggard in the morning air, the cold breeze cuts to the bone deep, wishful thinking, sinners sinning, I lost me rhythm, preyed to a god that was not listening, yet the devil was, and she dealt me a hand wrapped in wealth, she cast me out, she threw me in, I struggled, I choked, I desperately called, but no one cared, no one at all…
