Tag: FOWC

Stars begin to burn the closer it comes being the only one left inside this broken shell,

My habitual self loathing designed itself into something almost real,

A smile wider than the rays of the dawning sun,

It’s eyes like pools of oil and as vast as a billion galaxies or more,

It’s immeasurable size towers over everything I ever was of could have been,

The beast,

My darkness,

My shadow,

My child,

My self,

Don’t you hear it?

In the silence,

Over and over it says it,

Over and over again,

Listen…..

Can’t you hear it?

It’s calling to you,

But don’t answer,

Don’t ask its name,

For once you hear it,

You’ll never be free…..

Of The Roundhead!

Regurgitate who I am with compared to who I have become,

A shadow of them ahead was never meant to be,

Silhouette in the foreground,

Masks over our faces,

We fondled keys in the bowl hoping to capture each other’s,

A secretive affair hidden within our own lies,

Simplistic but complicated,

If a mirror was taken to our world we would recognise it for our lies have twisted our reality into a vision that does not exist,

So take my hand and face this ending,

Dance the dance of suplification,

Remind the cells of a lost hope,

Dance until the cinder block fall off this world,

Dance until the dead drag us home,

Dance until… 

See through my lies,

Know me for the face that truly hides,

For skin deep is only an expression,

Used to ridicule ones self,

A twisted montage of nothingness,

A barrier held up by invisible hands,

Blinding all to purity,

Fathom the bizarre,

Persecute the fickle,

My lies are nothing compared to your malcontent,

So fantasise about me,

Wish I was something you could own,

Something you could control,

But know that I am nothing you would ever want to know inside and out,

For what hides beneath,

Will feast upon your soul….

With a hand on the heart as it beats it last I rescinded my words through the movements I have made in life,

Taking back that what I had given and opened my eyes anew to the world before me,

It may have been a wicked temptress that drove me to this place,

But it was not the owner of my sins created with the hands that spread themselves in front of me,

For they were mine and mine alone,

But the time it took for me to see thy fact,

Bore madness with it,

I succumbed to a fools lie which was my own somehow,

Twisted into an image that I did not recognise,

A shadow of another time,

Of another me,

Of the beast that hides beneath my flesh with its wickedly toothy smile…

Suffer within the seclusion,

Dispose of the obsession,

Bury it deep,

Underneath lies,

Hypnotic regurgitation,

Spew forth the fables of false promises,

Reminded the hypocrites of their past judgments,

For within their words utter past tense,

Hides the shovel of today,

Into the flesh like dirt,

Time and time again with vigorous angst,

Core the apple and wash the maggots free,

Venomous words uttered by thee,

A pantheon of wisdom,

An ending which is not,

But also not a beginning,

For this cannot….

A grand design within a fickle plan,

While blood flows beneath me that’s not mine,

During a moment in time that was not mine to choose,

For you pushed the beast that hides inside of me,

The twisted mess of my own creation,

So cry where ever you’ve ended up,

Mourn whoever you could’ve been,

For now your name escapes me,

Although eyes don’t deceive me,

I see shadows around me,

As the world swallows down,

A fickle plan lost within a grander design,

Words twisted into weapons,

Deception given into delight,

I never saw the intention even though I indented the fight,

Flaccid impurities recognised me as its saviour,

And I flayed the flesh from my own self in the gratification of depravity…

Clawing at my eyes with finger nails that have already collected fleas that is not mine,

Attempting to rid myself of that which has betrayed my sense of self,

Beckoning that which has twisted my already disconnected mind into a tighter ball,

A feel the knife cut into my feet as I balance on this razors edge,

Struggling to find a definitive place in this world to call mine,

While this voice inside me that grows louder all the time,

Promises a becoming that I cannot fathom,

Even as I write into existence it’s every move…

I’m woken,

I’m awake,

I see all things for what they truly are,

Lies that I once thought were true,

Now present themselves in a new light,

I’m a new way,

Erasing parts of myself,

Erasing things I thought were mine,

This place,

Their faces,

My happiness,

Replacing it all with a bitter fact,

A twisted smile that’s cut into her pale face,

Her empty eyes with their endless stare,

Her words more like riddles than sentences,

These things,

These facts,

Her words,

Are something I’ve seen, heard and felt before,

It’s coming,

As is my end…

Madness carves it’s crooked name across my life,

Touching everything I’ve ever been,

Everyone I never could be,

The lies I wished were me,

Sadness calls in the darkness while I sleep,

Promising me a place to curl up and be complete,

It promises me everything,

It promises me safety beneath my skin,

Faltering and falling beneath my own self,

A ruling hand of insanity owned by no other,

A face underneath my own that I don’t know,

A paranoia that won’t quit,

An emptiness that can’t be filled,

Another me,

Hiding,

Twisting,

Deceiving,

It promises me everything I’ve ever wanted,

It shows me the me I pretend to be,

It shows me the never was,

The never will be,

The man in the mirror who’s not me..

Ghosts of the past haunt my twisted mind,

Lost between a wanted heaven and a self-imposed hell,

Let’s take a breath and just breathe,

Just breathe,

For the soft embrace you give is grander than the coldness that death promises me,

Wishful moments lost in a deceptively confused time that cries for sense,

But offers no escape only silence,

Without a voice,

Only the endless darkness,

Without hope,

Without a destination,

How much can I ask for,

When nothing is all I have,

For everything that ever mattered has gone away,

Let’s just take a breath and just breathe,

Just breathe,

Until you cannot…

The drugs sedate all of the fears,

For now I go forward completely understanding the dangers before that face me as I go forward,

As the curse of who we are plays its hand,

Stay with me,

Let you be the last thing I see,

Nothing you can take,

Something only you can give,

Let the light shine one last time on us,

Let the world show its wonders before I go,

Stay with me,

Let you be the last thing I see,

Nothing you can take,

Something only you can give,

Let the waves wash over me,

As I take my last moments,

As we make our last memories of you and me,

For the children we once were are now gone,

And now the silence has come,

Stay with me,

Let you be the last thing I see,

Stay with me,

Nothing you can take,

Something only you can give,

Stay with me,

Let you be the last..

A whisper in the dark,

A tale told in secret,

A wonderous story of eruptions,

A sorrowful wail of pain,

The ebbs and flows of life itself written in the blood of humanity,

Repeated,

Passed on,

Spread like a disease to the next who has never heard the words of its magnificent journey,

The child,

The princess,

The saviour,

How she climbed the mighty hills,

Battled her way over the walls of the decaying castles as it looks pathetically over the lands it once ruled,

How she fought with valour and rightfulness,

And the evil did fall at her feet,

The land exploded with life,

While inside she decayed,

And then like a broken mirror she reflected all the hate that twisted inside her poisoned form onto the world beyond her flesh,

Only to have the serpent of infinity come back around and complete its twisted ends,

For sickened queen,

The wicked bitch,

The once sweet princess with golden hair did meet her end on the sword that she once used…

Delicate hands twist violently around the throats of supposed threats,

Visions of deceitful intent cascading through the mind’s eye,

Ignorance of the truth,

Blinded by the lies that spread themselves through your thoughts,

Disregarding the facts Even when the fiction is so obvious,

You lie to yourself to continue on,

For without your lies,

Without your self-deception,

You are nothing but an empty shell,

A husk of the warrior you once was,

A child born to rise to the top of the hill,

Only to fall back down again by your own hand,

A child,

A warrior,

A princess,

A queen,

A liar,

An emptiness never to be filled…

Clean the rot from within with a fork as we drive away the infection of our own self,

A self more like a disease than a being we trust to hold control over our reality,

For the forever we are is only found through the wisdom of inner peace and acceptance,

But with all things a wisdom earned is never granted to those who do not fight for the luxury of sleep,

For in the depths of deep sleep do we find true conversations with the being who hides beneath all the lies and layers of rotting flesh,

Diseased mould,

Spoiled soul,

Soiled pants,

Tonight’s our finale dance,

Because death has come looking for the queen with the palest eyes…

Prophesies associated,

Fermented beverages a plenty,

The victims lined up like unaware ducks in a barrel,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

The world bleeds,

all too late do they see the lies,

Sacrificial lambs to the slaughter,

Brandished weapons as the motivators,

Deception from those we idolise,

Fucking too dumb to realise,

The victims line themselves up unaware of the surprise,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

The shots are fired,

As the world cries,

We suffocate our children in their beds at night,

We act all brave while we stand in the light,

But as soon as the sun goes down and we’re faced with the realities of a fucked up society,

We back away like cowards unable to control our ruptured anxiety,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

The blade tears at the flesh,

As the darkness begins to rise,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

While the beast grows its army,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

To shield her from its gaze,

Saint Maria closes her eyes,

As the world dies…

Sacrificed humanity for a kingdom lost,

A wickedness so beautiful,

A sadness so mournful,

A child lost to adulthood,

A princess who became a queen,

A tomorrow that had so much potential,

A today that suffers from within,

Deceivers a many,

My cries not heard,

As my soul burns away,

Sucked into the emptiness of life as it is,

A void filled darkness of nothingness,

Screaming our names,

But they are only memories,

Of passages and people long forgotten,

Though the scars remember,

For even though they heal over in time,

Their roots twist and bind themselves to the very being,

The create,

Something,

Someone new,

Who do your scars make you out to be?

Is who you are beneath them all the same child you once were?

Or are you the monster we have always known you to be?

Shed a tear and turn out the light,

For bitter queen,

Fairest lord,

Your sword will be your own undoing…

The wilderness of a fate that has no end begins somewhere,

Yet the answered questions still leave themselves open for more,

A disturbance that has no real folly,

A joke that has not punch line,

A rule without reason,

The blood that flows has no significance,

The deaths of nihilism resets themselves in eyes of others lost to time,

Foreshadowing,

Ever approaching,

Never ending,

Twisted madness,

A simple moment of weakness,

A tale to be told of a kingdom pure in gold,

And a queen who bathed in the blood of those who made her…

Raise the arms of destruction,

Resuscitate the fallen,

Sever the hidden,

Futile attempts give answers where they were not before,

Questions never asked for fear of answer,

Answered,

See for the lies involved,

Tomorrow destined to be,

Yesterday without purpose if lost in the forever of what was,

Sickness inevitable,

Servitude worthlessness,

Winter is coming for the queen,

As her mirror image reverberates from the past,

And the pale princess comes to kill the queen…

Washed away in a sea of disrepair was a wisdom lost before its time,

Deep with a radiant light that warmed everything thing it touched,

As it washed away the pain spread across all I was,

Everything screamed in one voice,

Crying for the loss,

Tears of self-hatred,

Regret,

Suffocating,

Denial,

Blame,

The game turns its head,

The eyes find a target that is not oneself,

And the fire burns towards its victim,

The pale queen,

The privileged child,

The one who must die,

For us all to survive…

Sorrowful wisdom hangs from the executioners gallows,

A blade drenched in the sins of all who it has fallen upon,

Sickness a forgone lie lost in the excuses made by an imaginary god,

Rise up and accept the fate you are destined to reach,

Each step leads to the next without fail,

Stop hiding the false tales behind the curtains of truth,

The emptiness in her eyes are not because of what has been,

But what they have seen,

Tomorrow will be another step towards the inevitable,

Slay the queen before she feasts upon you….