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It showed no care, it showed no fear, for the woman down the street, was no different than the movie star in their million dollar homes, a tomorrow different from the today that came from yesterday, we yearn to be normal, but normal is no more, hold tight, stay indoors, weather this storm, this extinction bell that has rang for us all…

A pocket of wisdom brought down from the heavens, a loneliness that cannot be swallowed, my sin my reflection, my bitterness my pill, a story of decaying desperation, a suffocating hand holdings every breath in, my cries misunderstood, my pleas disconnected, forgiveness not given but always wanted.

Feed me pepper corn dreams and sugar, lies told to dissect, lies told to remind me why the infernal wisdom should never be, fractured sin, futile communication, we strive to be, yet be are not, come, let me show you, come, let your eyes see, forever, the darkness, forever, below me…

Submit and forget, your days are lost in a tomorrow that came and had no place for you, wish upon the stars, prey upon the dead, living care not for the tomorrow you wished, when the today is far removed from what yesterday was meant to be, prepare, regurgitate the wish, demand what was meant to be and never could be, remove the path that does not run, remove the tree that separates me…

Find me in your darkest dreams, locked away from all who can see, my disfigured form only haunts the halls of memory, for my shell is empty and decayed, the jealousy beckoning to you, calling your name, promising you a moment where you can be all, where you can matter, but in the eyes of jealousy I still stand tall,  waiting, calling you home…

Corpse decaying in the sun that always shines, marked across the face of man, a sin regrettable than that which I saw, my eyes faded with a blue that meant nothing to you, a knife fashioned from the bones of a dead world,  a tomorrow without you,  the dead eyes of the world, a pain that does not go, my grave dug by my own hands, a world that needs to go away, a sin, not for me…

Blanket slavery, rewind and forget, mankind the pet of another more powerful fool, toys left to rot, figments of our own imaginations, pale eyes staring into a nothingness beyond, a tear drop falls in a sea of blood, but the tear means nothing but a misbegotten hope, lost in the endless beams of a forever never to be…

See the tomorrow in the wounded window of today, the children of an abandoned world, marked by fingerprints of a destroyed generation, a tomorrow that is never to be, a today infected by the sin of a yesterday ignored, we see the insanity caving in, smothering all we are, holding us under, lets hit back, lets fight, don’t lose who we are, as the insanity of the tomorrow that was to be, dies a death, and births the tomorrow we now see, the tomorrow we now live in to be…

Middle mirror, blackened eyes, a heart of darkness, my lies are now words of truth, fumbled leverage, mistaken pathways dived to be wrong, we see the world through the eyes of someone else, rather than the pathetic things we really are, stars in our eyes, cum on our lips, we see humanity as our whore, while the world we profess to know burns down around us, and we dig, dig our own hole…

Masked with a mirror that resembles my eye, I see a sickness dying, the living, alive, my mind lost in sadness, my eyes closed too tight, for this tomorrow I now live in, was almost lost to the night, but we lived, we survived, we saw the end come and go, my today is your tomorrow in your dark, so don’t lose yourself in sorrow, for the dark, it’s never really dark…

Their marshmallow feet can’t stop dancing, their soft gently steps can’t stop moving, they spin and they twirl, they leap and they hop, perfection of symbolic symbolism, a pathway, a dance almost done, colours like rainbows, gum nuts and jam, chocolates aplenty, they melt in my hand, happiness is a thought, life is the distraction, we must remember the good things, so we can make it through the bad!

Fake freckles used to cover the scars of a forgotten, a whimsical wish, a playful smile flashed before the blast, forgiven, forgotten, a window of memories smashed by the hand of a future unforgiving, watch the time fall as the seas rise, the mirror made not of glass, but of time itself, can you see, do you want to see the you, that the sands of time will decay you to be?

Make me substitute the intent of your significance for the lies that are told, wet lips on a dry mouth, closed eyes in the darkness, poised to be the ending we desired, while lost in the story we did not write, intentions withered, a sacrifice of normality, a sacrifice to late begin, a sacrifice, a circle of completeness, a circle of  descent…

Let it simmer, let it boil, bring the madness, as the world crumbles, sing my words, sing our song, rage at the forever, scream at the darkness, keep tomorrow warm in the husk off yesterday, while we live through today, but know this call, remember these words, let it simmer, let it boil, bring the madness, as the world crumbles, for today won’t make tomorrow, for that was yesterday, not rage, now sing, scream, and survive!

I’m not in love with killing myself, but I’m in love with killing you, sequences given to the imagination of the unknown, a plague from the pages of books long gone, humanity a footnote in someone else’s sun, written on my deathbed, tearing pages from a book of poems, which this is one..

I am beneath the pain I once thought I was above, this today that has come is more than what was once known, yesterday I saw an image, tomorrow I see decay, a world trapped in madness, a sea full of betrayed promises, a moment, a forgiveness, my bitterness flying free, sleep to be free….

Closing in on a sin so real, a precaution slowly becoming a reality, claustrophobia experienced in the open air, a world shrinking, tomorrow no longer there, my stomach empty, a noose hanging before me, my phobia, my sin, a perfect setting for it to all come down..

Take the blame, see the shame, written across the worlds facade, a shiny star, on the setting sun, a dissolving decay, sleight of hand, blood on the land, burials, bonfires, lasting impressions, a recycled landscape, where all passengers get off for free, where bitterness is a disease, and your disease is mine as well..

Cheapen the thrill, virus that can kill, sins that make you ill, a earth flat not round, discovered sedation, self quarantine, a world torn apart, mankind fooled by the hand that feeds, a dying seed, a bitter laugh, connections connected, stay, go, sacrifice the start, to save the end…