Mirror my reflection,
Twist it into something more,
I am my own reflection,
The mirror is only a window,
I see,
You saw,
A cry for help was not acknowledged,
But then you changed your mind,
Suddenly you had a purpose,
Suddenly I was of use,
A part to play in your wicked game,
How was I to know,
I’m just my own reflection,
Sitting her looking out the window,
Waiting for your attention,
Look at me,
Look what you’ve done,
Look at me,
Look what you’ve done,
Was it fun?
Forsaken is the sun that shines on the entrails of what was,
Desire leads to an ending of hateful spite,
Lacklustre endings fueled by mechanical constructs,
We bridge a want,
We grow a need,
But in truth none of those mean a thing without perfection,
A word robbed from the book of job,
A lie,
Fiction,
Like the rest of what was written,
But for those who are damned anything is better than facing the truth that once you sin,
Whatever waits after this life,
The darkness of forever,
Will not be as empty as you would hope,
For outside the void,
In the coldness of the nothing,
It waits for you and your sin…
Trust the insignificance of me to guide your way,
Let the lines not blur,
Forget,
Sleep,
Suffocate yourself within the lines of paranoia,
While the schism grows,
Festering like a boil,
Infecting everything,
The pus of who your were is washed clean by the new you,
The better version,
The version with hollowed eyes,
Ready to spread your disease,
Ready to spread the schism to its next host…
My tomorrow never had you in it,
My yesterday was scarred from your inclusion,
Today I bury the blade of my life in your skull,
And I fell cleansed,
Bitterness was not bitter,
For it was just hate,
Not for you,
But for what you was,
What your represented,
Tomorrow will be a new day as long as you are buried in the yesterday of what was,
And not infecting the today that will be tomorrow…
Wrapped in the rags of a pathetic lie sits what once could’ve been the truth,
But time over time has ended the chance for whatever once was the truth is now more of a lie than the lie that coveted it,
Sickness from a disease that never existed,
A plague that had no know beginning,
Cleansing of the trash,
Rise of the rich,
The guilty prosper while the innocent lose hope,
Failure,
Foreboding tales of dread masked in the light of a truth,
Simpleton,
You gave the wisdom of life away and accepted the infinite possibilities of what could be as your grounding,
How sadness becomes,
Let the light shine over you and retell your life through the eyes of what is,
And not what you think is…
Save the sickness from within the emptiness of your darkness,
You wished for a cleansing,
But what you received was a death sentence,
A failure,
A fault,
What wisdom,
For the wings of tomorrow that promised hope only gave an ending,
Sacrifice what was wanted,
Revive the hand that was given,
Take back the gift,
Forgiving can only do so much,
Forgetting will do less,
But revenge,
Retribution,
A tortured soul can be reborn there…
Seven signs of the inevitable,
The first was her,
She began the downfall of man,
Her name was Samantha,
Her eyes were lakes of fire,
Her soul as dark as the dead sun,
And her heart empty,
It was as if she was born into the world an adult,
The world quickly became her throne,
Men and women quickly became her slaves,
No one could resist,
Except the beast himself,
But he had his own role to play,
And six more signs to wait for…
I’m sitting on the edge of forever,
Staring into what was before,
Trying to forget what is,
Knowing what I can never say,
All the sorries seems so irrelevant,
All the times we never talked,
All the moments wasted,
I wish I could say it to you one more time,
I wish we could have another moment,
I wish yesterday was today,
But yesterday seems like a lifetime ago,
Everything seems so empty,
Everything seems so cold,
I want to see your face,
Instead of this headstone,
I want to say hello,
Instead of goodbye….
I paint myself in a different shade,
I draw myself with a face others are too blind to see,
I lie to myself because I don’t know how to be me,
I suffocate myself because that is what I do,
I hate therefore I am hated,
I sin therefore I am surrounded by sinners,
Request my ending,
Decide my fate,
Destroy my self,
With negativity and hate,
Eyes sewn shut,
Tongue cut out,
Why won’t you just kill me!
Why can’t you let me die!
You said I was nothing,
You said it wasn’t free,
You said I was a liar,
You said it was me,
Schism rides upon itself,
Flames of dire need,
Schism rides upon itself,
I smile while you bleed,
Sink within,
Sink within,
Schism,
Sink within,
Sink within,
They said I was nothing,
They said it wasn’t free,
They said I was a liar,
They said it was me,
Schism rides its ugly steed,
All your lies come to be,
Schism rides its ugly steed,
Open your eyes and truly see me,
Sink within,
Sink within,
My schism,
Sink within,
Sink within,
…
Sink within,
My schism,
Sink,
Sink,
My schism,
Sink,
Sink,
My schism,
My schism,
My!
Flickering pictures before me eyes,
Images of a life gone by,
Memories wrapped in a spiders web,
Lies told inside my head,
Deceiver,
Manipulator,
My own destiny intertwined,
Lost in a vortex inside my mind,
Dancing effortlessly around the dance floor in my head,
While I scream in terror,
No music plays,
No dance takes place,
A lie again,
My mind,
My friend,
My apple,
My reflection,
Me…
No matter what,
For now I see,
My insanity you fostered into this world beckons me,
It calls the name only you called me,
it’s like you’re still playing with my life,
Bridging the gap between this world and the next,
A swing of my axe,
A beat of the drum,
A flick of a string,
Blood in my teeth,
Soaking,
No matter what,
For now I see,
Every word you ever did to me were lies,
You twisted this tale I called my fucking life,
And you’ll pay the price for your hypocrisy as my axe comes down!
Bitterness has a way of seeping in through the cracks in your skin,
Finding a corner inside to lie in wait,
Growing stronger it spreads its hate,
Waiting until the day it makes its move,
The day it turns your own body and mind against you,
Whispering lies to you as you sleep,
Confusing what you see with what your mind believes,
Building a world inside your head,
Turning all you have against you,
A window,
An opening,
A chance to escape,
Another lie,
Another trick,
A moment,
A fractured mirror,
Wake up and repeat again!
Can’t you see how numb I’ve become,
I can’t feel the knife you left there anymore,
But I still remember the words,
I still remember your face on that day,
But now I just don’t care,
For there is nothing left of me inside here,
I just exist to fill space,
A zombie,
A ghost,
Not even a shell of who I was,
Not broken,
Not bitter,
Not jealous,
but empty,
Witness my vessels becoming,
See what you never could see,
See the me you’ve made me be,
See through me,
See past the lie I make myself out to be,
See through my eyes,
See out through the mask I wear,
See inside my and know what beats beneath the flesh,
See all of me and cast aside your judgment,
See beyond the doors of what was and see what is,
See down into the whirlwind that is my soul,
See the judgment you stole,
See it,
See my disease,
See me!
The voice trapped inside my head yearns to escape,
Thrusting its malformed frame around its cell,
How beautifully destructive it is as the walls call forth its cries,
Drowning out those of my own with its echoes,
A light extinguished,
A becoming reversed,
An undoing,
The countdown grows stronger as its rebirth draws near,
97 days until the planets align,
97 days until the beginning begins anew,
97 days for the whispering to grow louder,
Can’t you already hear it?
Do you dare try?
Do you dare face that which grows within your own womb as well as mine?
Welcome to my disease….
Once again the night descends from above with a ferocious snarl,
Thunder claps its hands together with great applause,
Separation of the head from the shoulders lies in the limp neck,
A sword wielded by a weakling casts trepidation over the fight,
But the mirror shows the hidden beast that lies beneath the flesh,
A demon of unimaginable strength pulls the strings of mankind,
Fear the future,
Run from the past,
But know this fair one as the silver falls down,
The could haves and have beens are nothing but memories and tall tales compared to the here,
and the now…
A twist in time,
A line in the mist,
A deviation,
A declaration,
A promise,
A burden built to live between the muscles that lie beneath my flesh,
A finality of lies,
A complication unwinding,
A stipulation,
A proclamation,
A sin,
A hand soaked in the blood of one who was not my enemy,
A act of consecration,
A dedication only you could uphold,
A sacrifice,
A lamb,
A penalty,
A personal investment made in honour of that which you ask to one day be bestowed upon you,
A perfect lie,
A inconceivable reward,
A church choir,
A blindfold,
A ending,
A shadow that was never yours to control now sucks your pathetic soul dry…
A symphony of substance,
Guided by the vicious hands of time,
Flowing with a purposely delightful destination,
A symphony of substance,
Perfected over a inconclusive amount of time,
Controlled by the ebbs and flows of our final destination,
A symphony of substance,
Lost within the memories of another time,
Wishing the pathway we walk would lead to a better destination,
A symphony of substance,
We blame time,
We criticise our destination,
But through it all,
As the lights shine on the dance floor,
We swing,
We sway,
We dance the dance of symphony and substance,
We dance to hide our pain,
We dance to lose ourselves,
We dance,
We sing,
We sway,
We sin,
For we are colours,
We are motions,
We are enthralled by the substance of a symphony only we hear,
For we are colour,
We are motions,
We are a symphony of substance…..
Name the unnamed,
Give it shape,
Give it weight,
Give it a face,
So when I destroy it you will know it is the thing in your head I have buried beneath the lemon tree out beyond the reaches of your twisted reach,
See it’s face,
Feel its weight,
See it’s shape,
That unnamed thing,
They feeling between me and you,
See it’s face,
Feel its weight,
See it’s shape,
Give it a name,
So when I thrust the cross into the ground in front of its grave I can carve its name across it,
That unnamed thing,
That feeling between you and me,
Let’s name it before it’s too late,
It’s too late,
It’s too late….
A sickness none too far from a dream,
Surging forward with no fear of death,
The cleansing machine called mankind swallows life whole,
Blatantly stealing the truth of what it is from within its own lies,
A tomorrow that will never come,
A today riddled with the deception created by a yesterday that never existed,
A man without name,
A woman without womb,
Like serpents wrapped around one another and the earth by sea,
Journey with me into this madness,
Bath,
Drown,
Ferocious child,
Become me,
With me….