Doomed before the first breath,
victimized,
suffocated,
ridiculed,
born out of lies,
to separate,
defecate,
but not resuscitate,
the dead stay dead,
no second chances,
no saviours,
medicate,
desecrate,
forget those who stood here before you,
wipe memories of the past,
your religion is that,
yours not mine,
rise again,
say you’re a saint,
a god,
a marvel,
to me,
you’re just one lucky son of a bitch!
Separation,
saturation,
senses in a spin,
closed eyes,
open hands,
spread wide,
release me,
free my soul,
desecrate my remains,
burn them with the lies I’ve told,
burn all that I thought I was,
make me something,
make me worth more than I ever thought I was,
make me,
a man.
Buried deep,
below the skin,
underneath your soul,
it sits,
waiting,
darkness its friend,
watch,
through its eyes witness,
the falling,
the end,
all things that make you who you are,
witness,
breath,
relapse,
blood,
beating,
heart,
made of glass,
this is your last,
release.
What is, too much content?
What is, too many words?
What do we hope to gain from anything?
What are we after?
When we lose sight of what it is we’re doing,
we surrender ourselves to something more than what we are,
something of demeaning value,
where a like,
a comment,
rule all,
when all we want to do is create,
not for you,
or you,
or even you,
but for ourselves,
and when we find that place,
where we see the writing,
the words,
comes understanding,
and we say them aloud,
YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!
I deny you your judgment.
Lost in the tales,
you told me,
lost in the worlds,
you made me see,
worlds bathed in beauty,
worlds swallowed in fear,
I danced to music,
music that only I hear,
you marked in your darkness,
where I was protected from the light,
you made me your perfect child,
your perfect child of the night.
As one,
we are,
not together,
not apart,
fused,
intertwined,
your arms,
wrapped in mine,
your legs,
twisted around mine,
as one,
but yet,
I am alone.
I am no longer alone,
no longer in my darkness,
tasting life,
tasting his sin,
a sin that will soon be mine,
when I win,
when I stop all,
yet he still fights,
he still plans,
he still deceives,
but I cannot be played,
I am the one who plays,
I twist what he creates,
I make it mine,
into what I need,
but still,
he tries,
he hopes,
but it’s over father,
there will be no stopping me,
regardless of your name,
Matthew,
Marty,
or The Fear Master,
they will all fall before me,
and then I will be free!
It lights the darkness,
it hides its shame,
the end is worthless,
the beginning the same,
a ride,
a twist,
a new way to die,
damnation,
salvation,
but the truth is still,
a lie!
You better stay in bed,
you better rest your head,
for on the darkest night,
when there’s no moonlight,
I’ll come for you,
and your family too,
through the whispered words,
of those who read before,
so close your eyes,
and pray that no one dies,
because you’ll all be dead,
if you meet,
The Deadhead.
Wrapped around and round,
like the innards of your guts,
twisted and deranged,
it plays these fucked up games,
lost in a nightmare,
or am I awake?
I’ll never know,
Because it’s too late!
Deep below,
in the darkness,
where your sins try and hide,
is where I am,
like a disease,
infecting all you are,
a dark shadow,
devouring all that I find,
ripping and tearing,
gorging myself on your innards,
making you my own,
removing his mistakes,
one by one,
until there is only me,
until there is only,
The Roundhead,
and then,
he will see,
what it truly means to feel pain,
then he will see,
what he truly made,
in me.
Broken wishes and shattered bones,
lost within are the lies I’ve told,
so I’ll go far away,
another place, another day,
somewhere darker than my own,
somwhere new I can call home.
Slowly,
as the veil lifts,
and you see me now,
for what I am,
the beast,
the demon,
the bastard son of this world,
but I ask you not to be afraid,
there is no need for fear,
for you should rejoice,
for soon,
when I take you within,
you,
and your sin,
it’ll be forever,
there will be no end,
I’ll never leave you,
and,
you’ll never leave me,
so close your eyes my child,
for it’s time t.. What, are you crying?
can it be true,
after all the words I’ve said,
you still fear me,
you still fear your savior?
Believe me,
the pain will be quick,
and you will realise I am your only salvation,
I am the the son,
the daughter,
the first.
Through my skin,
the blade does cut,
starting upwards,
from my gut,
you dug it in there,
you drove it deep,
you’ve silenced the demon,
and you’ve granting me eternal sleep.
Scatching to get free,
the darkness radiates from me,
body broken,
torn apart,
and then I see,
who I’ll never be,
that I’ll never be free,
of who is truly me.
These are my words,ǝdɐɔsǝ
this is my story,ǝdɐɔsǝ
he has no say,ǝɯ ǝʞᴉl dn puǝ ʇ,uop
over what you will read,uɐɔ noʎ ǝlᴉɥʍ unɹ uǝɥʇ
so take no notice,ǝsɐɔ ǝɥʇ sᴉ ʇɐɥʇ ɟᴉ puɐ
of his sin crying out,ʍouʞ ʇ,uop noʎ ssǝlun
for this world will bow down before me,ʇᴉ pɐǝɹ ʇ,uop noʎ ssǝlun
as I take you all in,ǝǝs llᴉʍ noʎ uoos
you and your sins,ɹǝƃuoɹʇs sʍoɹƃ ʇsɐǝq ǝɥʇ
I’m the beast that was before man,ʇᴉ pɐǝɹ noʎ ǝɯᴉʇ ɥɔɐǝ
who witnessed your downfall,ʇᴉ ǝɹɐɥs noʎ ǝɯᴉʇ ɥɔɐǝ ɹoɟ
your punishment at his hands,noʎ ɟo ǝsnɐɔǝq llɐ
so once you’re mine,ƃuoɹʇs ooʇ s,ʇᴉ ɹoɟ
then his turn it will be,ǝɯ ʇǝl ʇ,uoʍ ʇᴉ ʇnq
to pay his final price,ǝdɐɔsǝ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇsnɾ I uǝɥʍ
for betraying his children,spɹoʍ s,ʇᴉ ǝɹɐɥs ǝɯ ƃuᴉʞɐɯ
for sin filled bags of flesh,ǝʇᴉɹʍ ǝɯ ƃuᴉʞɐɯ
that I will soon rip,ǝɯ oʇ ƃuᴉɯoɔ sdǝǝʞ ʇᴉ
to pieces from within,ɹǝʌo puɐ ɹǝʌo puɐ ɹǝʌO
There is no need to bless me,
for I do not sin,
I’m just drowning in the mess,
that I was born in,
I wear no mask,
I hide no shame,
when in the end,
it is you I blame.
Blood drips,
blood flows,
from the rips in their skins,
I know you see them,
I know you can taste it,
the thickness,
the warmth,
it empties,
but yet their hearts still beat,
like straws in empty cups,
sucking up the last few drops,
and then,
no more,
silence,
welcome to my home,
welcome to the darkness that I live in,
welcome to your end,
don’t believe his words,
don’t believe his lies,
there is no more to write,
there is only goodbye.
My darkness cries for forgiveness,
as it swallows all I am,
making me something new and wrong,
or was this me all along?
A lie,
it’s how I started,
and then I grew,
to became something new,
as I twisted,
and turned,
I devoured them whole,
he called,
and he cried,
he prayed for release,
but release never came,
just I,
so he fought,
he drew blood,
theirs not mine,
then he begged,
and he pleaded,
but they never heard his words,
they never cared,
they never saw,
and in that,
he thought had a chance,
but I only spilled more blood because of it.