Tag: FOWC

Skin the flesh and wear it as a suit,

Give the world a new face to hate,

While the old withers in the hole you buried it in,

Salvation is a myth,

The devil exists,

God never had control,

New face,

Same soul,

New name,

Same hate,

Destiny never gave me anything,

The bitter hand I have was of my own creation,

Everyone else said I’d be something,

I was the one who decided I wasn’t,

Another hand takes the wheel,

Another controlling voice,

Just like the face that’s not be mine,

Neither is my fate,

For on this road we all travel madness is not yours to own..

Overture of progression,

Sanctimonious bullshit prevails,

Judgment of the wicked,

A slippery slope do we sail,

Downwards into the abyss,

Below anything we have ever felt,

The pale princess now sits on a throne of blood,

Held together by the bones of those she’s fell,

Worship this falling thing,

Shed a tear for what she was,

For what she has lost and know that as the killers fall in around her,

Not all will live to tell the tale of her fall…

I purpose a question of minuet reflection bathed in the light of innocence, a question that is answered with no fear of remorse, I do not judge you by where you stand or by how you look, I judge you by what is deep inside, my question reveals none of what I need to know and everything all at once, look away if you must, hide away your true self in a lie, but know that a lie will see you die just the same, rather than face the exodus of forever in a skin that is not yours, wear your true face and suffer for your sins, now bow before me, bow before your queen, for the princess so pale, is now filled with something more, something bitter…

Foreign bodies clothed in deceit, sorrow, constitute my undoing while vomiting the paternal resentment of oneself, see the flames lick the flesh, feel it wash away the scars of yesterday, building the walls of victory bathed in blood, take the steps ahead without remorse, feed the beast that lay at your feet for it will show no fear on the eve of death if it is loyal only to thee, remove the coat made from your sins and step into the light of destiny, the pale man knows not what he gathers, for he only gathers not absorbs, be the tomorrow yesterday wishes you to be, to become…

Transmutation of a wickedness that seems unrelenting, a soulful banshee that once had a voice all its own that suddenly stopped only to be replaced by a harrowing nothingness that persuades a repetition of unforgivable actions upon us all, self-sacrificing withering worms slithering between the now and worthlessness of a tomorrow that never seems to be, venom of another sister twisted inside, loathing herself for what she must be, become the beast that must call forth the demonic version of a world that once was, forever the sinner, forever the father, lie, lay, die, say, see me for what I say I am and not what your eyes see me as..

Satisfying alternatives to an unreasonable request, implementation of a new style, regurgitating something older than before, masking the worship with new colours, fermented waters warm with age, lost moments forgotten with time, tomorrow is a mirage of salty proportions, escalating into a wave of whimsical decadence, a new form of prohibition, designed to suffocate, handed up from the streets below, instead of the laws above, recklessly ignored by the wealthy, until their doors are broken open by the princess who would be king!

Laminate the destiny within me, show the world this version of who I forever should be, deceive the wicked with the smoke born of a thousand mirrors, reflect my commandments into the mind if killers, spoil the wicked, saturate the pure, suffocate the godly, alienate and purify, raise the guilty about them all with purpose, to kill them all, the beautiful princess, the ugly troll, the battered harpy, the dying mole, the evil queen, the wicked witch, the crying woman, the lying bitch, the nothing, the borrowed, the ashes, the knife, the visions that run around in my head at night, feed it all to them in spoonfuls of hate, prise the septa from her hand, disembowel the queen and take her land, a fitting version to have as  the ending, to let the princess rise to the throne, but add my twist and the spill her blood also..

Sinister moments in fabricated worlds of disillusionment, self-created pockets of nothingness, invented to protect, but I was so wrong, my fate forgone, a reveal, a truth, a nothing forgotten when need, day the same as yesterday, a forgotten something, a hair mistakenly cut, a stranger born before me with eyes familiar, a former sin returned upon me, my fate forgone, a reveal, a truth, something given without thought, a lost proclamation, a new mutation, a fantasy world beneath my feet, another insulting slur against my insecurities complete, fractured fairy tales without any morals, my fate forgone, a reveal, a truth, a step beyond the once closed-door..

A mirror reflected upon itself give birth to a violent new way, decisive delusions are shown volatile in the mirrored emptiness, cracks cascade across the glass as it is touched by the suns ray, impossible lies told to hide an unimportant patheticness, a wanting that grows with each passing day, we swallowed down the hate of our own forgiveness, imitating strangers with our awkward display, we see the lie of time and how it doesn’t heal the ridicule of loneliness, a smile with show doesn’t reflect the undercurrent of decay, our silence given to others is its own unhappiness, a mirror reflected upon itself gives birth to the truth we cannot say, our self judgment is the hardest judgment to escape from……

She transcends the meaningful loneliness, she matters in the endless nothingness, her tears give life to the emptiness, her smile spreads an eternal happiness, she says my emptiness is killing her, she says my dreams were never hers, whispered words in a silence drenched in darkness, malformed ignorance conceived through gluttony, a frontier of finality, a forever future not to become, time is now not a matter of itself, but an inevitability bathed in the essence of humanity, she transcended the meaningful loneliness, she mattered in the endless nothingness, her tears gave life to the emptiness, her smile spread an eternal happiness, she said my emptiness was killing her, she said my dream was never hers….

Peanut butter sandwiches and orange juice smoothies, the smell of fresh-cut grass, blue skies and the warmth of the sun, self-sacrificing bastards living life for too long, drowning beneath the waves of unimportance, clutching wildly at whatever moves on the other side, wanting, needed, desperately seeking something, justice, damnation, self-gratification, let the carnage begin as I reshape the world in my image, through my eyes, by my hand, with my voice, this world will be a new kind of hell, gone will be the light, dead will be the grass, rotting food, putrid milk, a world without forgiveness, my blade soaked in the blood of all, for the queen will soon be silenced as the princess makes her move..

Feel the pulsating energy that courses through with every beat, feel the essence of all I am fall at your feet, give me a purpose that allows me to fight, give me an identity to survive this night, wishful thinking derailed this train, delusion of unreality revolving around in my brain, your brazen attitude lost on the meek, destiny uncertain for it’s  purpose we seek, divine right given without remorse, a child of the lord, a sinner of the people, the divinity, the apology of mankind to a great god, her hair raven, her eyes red, this world a disease, mankind’s future dead..

Slide between the silence, edge closer to the centre of the nevermore, forget the forgiveness you once begged for and find salvation in a new lie, for a lie that is not yours needs no concentration, buy into the fickle words with all your heart, confirm to the masses that the words are true, believe regardless of true worth, pass on your faith, grow together with those of similar ilk, but beware the final damnation that waits for you on the other side, for your journey has so many steps left for you to reach its end…

Self styled impurities signifying ones own self-worth, used dramatically by others as a service for ridicule by those who cast themselves as the judgment makers, pathetic whelps who congregate with others of like stature to incoherently worship ones selflessness while at the same time stripping the people they pose to protect of everything that is theirs, signatures on worthless documents mean nothing if those upholding the supposed laws live outside them, invent a new machine, then break it again, because humanity feeds off its own pathetic self, slavery sanctified, pittance personified, a regimented silence forced without retribution or discussion, suffocating sickness beneath the oncoming darkness of a tomorrow written in the ashes of an already broken today…

I can feel my heart stop beating, I can feel the ending taking over, the world erasing my existence, my tired skin falling from the dead muscle, the separation of what was to what is, a journey of resurrection, of a life I never earned to right to call my own and a death saturated in the pleasure of another, I was never a saint, I lived with my sins, I deserved better than I gave, yet I lived as I was and died because of it, fabricate my existence into a memory of unintentional mistakes lost in the placebo of a tomorrow that will never come

From the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet I feel you eating away at all I am, twisting yourself inside me, trying to overcome and become me, thrusting with each movement, clutching at everything with each thrust, tearing your way inside, becoming something new, wearing me like a suit made of flesh, wearing me like the fool I’ve became, twisting yourself inside me, forcing all I’ve ever been out into the light of day, subjecting me to a revolution beneath my skin, showing the world, showing myself who I am when all the noise of this world goes away..

Reverberated images lost in the erratic nothingness of perpetually rearranging characters that never have real names only incoherent roles that are never defined, regardless of intention there is no attention to detail as this twisted mind continues its downward spiral into a world only it can truly understand, masks worn not out of choice cut out of necessity because this is the only thing that remains of who or what you are, a disgruntled voice in the darkness of a nevermore that shows no forgiveness, languish in this copy of a world you will never know for in its shape filled curves I am YOUR KING!

Wickedness was a thing hidden from my self, twisting and turning inside my own head, days turned into weeks as I played by their rules, while my inner self stewed in juices created by mankind’s stiffening salvation, it wasn’t until I questioned the silence as I lay dying did I find out the answer to all of my questions, the answer to my fate, salvation was not ours to be given nor earned, salvation was a word created by a jealous child punished by the only parent they ever knew, we stand in this place, we created our own rules, we created our own delusions, we created our own misery, this life was, this misery was of our creation, this life was, these self suffering rules were of our own retains, this life was, this life was never meant to be, was never meant to be, never meant to be, meant to be! MEANT TO BE!

The darkness keeps invading, this room it seems so tiny, everything I thought was my life, turned out to be someone’s lies, filtering through the pages of domestic bliss, while secretly I was becoming someone else, masking my true identity, in the meat suit I once called my own, white picket fences, half full glasses, the reflection in a broken mirror, a reflection no longer me, faded fortunes lost in this sea of misery, a window once open now closed, a pittance for my sins, a memory told by those who once called me friend, faded words once so bright, my self a victim of my own lies, white picket fences, half full glasses, the reflection in a broken mirror, a reflection no longer me, white picket fences, half full glasses, a reflection no longer mine, a broken mirror have I become, a reflection of who I once could’ve been, a broken mirror is me!

My monster shows me no peace, slithering around in its meat suit I call mine, it faces my world with zero compassion, it tears holes in my life with vigorous obsession, deep inside it dwells, tightly gripping all that makes me who I am, manipulating my movements, twisted my view, showing me a vision of a world that is not true, its darkness, its hold, its story to be told, a venture, a quest, into the bowels of hell would be go, no hope, no surrender, no victory to behold, a beast that cannot die, a will that cannot be stopped, from the beginning to the end and beyond will this creature, this demon, this devil of an angel will forever be