We see the light shining through the trees of life,
foregoing forgiveness over fate,
supple investments,
titties that wobble in rhythmic mastery,
lowest note,
highest high,
a definition rewritten in the eyes of a dying snake,
devoid of emotion,
decaying in spite,
the body is weary,
the fight is done,
a blue light flashes,
round two given service on the end of medication..
Sand washes through the floorboards of this place we call home,
regulated to a bit part,
designed to be a throne,
but it’s more like a tomb where our bodies grow cold,
a sight,
a star,
an american dream,
a dusty road through the Nullarbor,
see the blood,
feel the sand,
taste the saltiness of your own semen,
squirting,
suffocating,
menstruating,
be it man,
be it woman,
feel the dry palm of life as it tightens over your mouth…
We call upon the brothers of a failing future to see the eyes of past regressions,
to purge the pit of an empty tomorrow with the blood of today,
let the dawn lay clear,
as the sea parts to let us through,
you feel,
I see,
every day you came was one less for me,
you feel,
I see,
every day you’re not here nothing’s changed,
who were we,
if it doesn’t even matter if we were ever there….
Simplistic betrayals captured on film,
burned into the retina of a camera’s eye,
the missing similarities of a chosen mask,
figures sketched while fingers poke and prod,
a flamboyant grin,
suffocating a unhappy soul,
twisted in the midnight of time that didn’t call its name,
while the darkness struggles,
and I call you,
wondering where you were while I was falling,
while I was disappearing,
wondering when,
wondering why….
Blood on the window,
still wet from her veins,
harmonica twisted smiles,
while the world falls away,
a desperation it replaces,
synagogues exploding,
death eternal,
false idols held higher than the flesh desired,
a flash,
a decision,
a life taken,
a sentence forsaken,
tomorrow rewritten,
as I build my throne,
a legacy that begins with you…
Clean radio,
pie sounds,
wishful thinking,
a penance for your pound,
ecstatic circumstances,
simplicity profound,
watch me dance,
watch the blood flow down,
tears falling,
fear calling,
treading water,
diversity drawn on shades of red,
humanity dying,
civilisations crying,
sunlight fading,
as the final moon rises…
Flesh designed to rip free,
music to my ears,
the cries and the pleads,
a wish not granted,
a sea not sailed,
progress at the expenditure of life,
when the soil is still warm,
perceive,
promote,
promise the world,
but don’t foolishly promise the cure,
for the cure is not an end..
Peel the skin from the bone,
then paint the skeleton with all new flesh,
give it life and take it away,
sin the sin sinned by man,
take a life and give it again,
slice the knife across its throat,
stitch it up,
the cut out its heart,
give it yours and go back to the start,
wait your turn,
to be recycled…
Burning sickness,
within us,
becoming us,
like a mirror’s reflection,
we look,
but we are not,
a cheap copy of something that was once meant to be human but now resembles a photo,
no substance,
only flair,
this is the grit of another man’s war…
Sinners see me wither,
watch me fall into me,
a loneliness unforgiving,
my hand around the gun,
I wish I could tell you a story,
of how this day was always going to come,
a life dragged in the ruins of a face I once wore,
a tear,
my dear,
a tear,
my dear,
a tear cried for the me I never was…
The blood still runs,
in the foothills of the wastelands we once called home,
the war that plagued us,
still holds on in vain,
depleting what was a happy home,
and turning it into a sea of red,
we asked forgiveness,
we pleaded to be free,
a world you’ve left me,
a world not for me…
Poetic rhapsody littered with contempt,
misconceptions,
regrets,
a paper boat destined to sink in a bathtub sea,
we love,
we lie,
we sing and we sway,
we cough this world away…
Purge my desires,
masturbate them clean,
I strip my clothes,
I defile my flesh,
I paint my face with the dying seed,
I taste its saltiness,
I let it dry and I peel it off,
I define my flesh as I once more jerk off…
Simplistic words scrawled onto paper,
meaning little,
if the feelings are not flowing,
a defining moment bathed in placenta,
juices mocking the body that fails you,
soft lips on a flat face,
you sin,
you subject yourself,
whisper the wish,
free the flesh,
tomorrow,
a dream,
haunt yourself from within…
Paint the skies she said,
bring the colours out from inside your head,
give life to the emptiness before you,
share your soul,
show this bitter world what you made of,
she said,
she promised a world of gold,
she said she could give me so many things,
but I realised in the end,
when all the song had been sung,
when all the pictures had been sold,
that all I wanted was that girl,
but she only saw the brilliance beneath my skin,
and it wasn’t then man within…
Petulant child,
slippery seed,
thrust in the face,
of a whore called life,
sucked and drained,
my life like my balls,
forever empty of the life-giving juice,
my god like empathetic crescendo no longer a song,
for my barrenness now thrust,
in the light of beyond…
Fear my spread,
touch my might,
a vicious fuck you to all mankind,
I grow without care,
I strike with precise articulation,
a puzzle unfolding,
a picture now clear,
the wisdom of Solomon castrating my fears,
I once had a window,
now I have a wall,
my home now my tomb,
my life now….
I was lost in the end times,
while the whole world rebutted the truth,
we suggested the cure,
we refused to endure,
we flourished,
and then we expunged ourselves from the lands,
green pastures returned,
while we hid indoors,
while we hid from ourselves and the world we had built,
a plague of our own hand,
a bubble of sickness,
wickedness preserved,
we created our end,
we suffered to maintain distance,
we die by our own hand,
breath in,
breath out,
spread the ending about..
Stage me a sickness,
defeated weakness,
pandemic rising,
the whole world dying,
words lost in vein,
as the name is never the same,
we buckle and we yearn,
we fail to learn,
the spreading continues,
humanity spares no issues,
we are our greatest enemy,
the end our plan,
the plan our end,
set me free,
leave me be,
segregation through distance,
follow the line,
and survive the end times,
tomorrow may now be different,
but its still there for the smart,
but not the stupid….
Toxic culture wasted on the wicked smile of a forgiving sun,
decimate me,
assimilate the,
an imagination gone wrong,
pictures now before me,
wisdom not wise,
you are my puppet,
but I don’t pull the strings,
the wire is torn,
the flesh is frozen,
provide my passing,
secure my sin,
for it was mine,
before it was ever theirs…