Tag: See Me

My image, my mirror, who are you now if you’re not me, I still see traces of who I was floating in your empty eyes, I still feel where you once laid inside who I was, my own emptiness, my own self abandonment, a mirror, a image, see the instrument of my downfall before me, see the reflection in the mirror of who I am, middle finger standing at attention, a grenade buried inside me, a grenade call me!

Silicon silence infested the wooden throne that stood at the foot of my house, darkness red with eyes full of hate ate away at my insides, reveal himself to the burden of a world gone insane with trepidation, fornicate the foreskin of a forsaken shaft, resent the misfortune, break free from the wisdom, suffocate to protect, bury to forget, but in death, the memory will remain…

destilled in the vengeful tree,  we sit us three, devotees to a cause that is not real, gimmicks laid forth, masks worn and torn, a memory, a lost translation of a memory, rekindling of a burden, infused,  refused, was it important to forget, or insulting that we had never remembered until now? A crack through which the world can see, what we become with out its call of sanity, for in the madness, only tears are cried for hope..

Chew the fat from my sides,

work your way into my insides,

make your bed,

fill my hole,

worship,

whoreship,

witches burn there too,

summoning the inevitable,

feeding the flesh,

circulating the poison,

taking the bait,

a destiny,

a desire,

for telling the future with a target on your back,

a tomorrow left undone,

a forever unable to turn back,

see the cup,

drink the sick,

take the trip,

silence beneath…

Wanting while waiting,

a perpetual voyage into the nothingness,

the mindless misery we call home,

a voice,

a void,

Suffering inside ones own self,

how can the mind lost within the place it only resides?

how can a mind die while it still live?

can it be found in time before the rot takes it all,

can the mind survive the rot?

can the world survive if not?

a void,

a voice,

an emptiness,

a mindless existence,

a tomorrow we will see yet never know..

Upon your finger is your doom,

unrelenting insanity calling you by name,

not only part of you,

but living within and outside of you,

a leech by any other name,

sucking the life from you very bone,

sanctified,

no apology,

justified,

no ideology,

calcified,

this misogyny,

feel the breath of a thousand whores,

know that none of them are yours,

wish to take the pain away,

wish for this to be your final day,

replace the unending hate,

eat from the heavenly plate,

guide your path into the sun,

choose the ring,

lose the thumb,

this dance of insanity was only a preview of what is to come!

Simplify the radius of my hate with a forked tongue full of madness,

your dialogue has come from the same place as my own yet it seems more tainted than my own,

is it your lips that make the words sound of a different nature,

or is it the lies that spew forth from then that take the toll of insanity,

whatever the case,

however the depths they fall,

Inevitably there will be an ending to befall thy hands,

it’s only time and who it will be that is left to chance,

the rest,

all the in-between,

is mine and yours…

Fields of dying weeds surround the thorn wearing queen,

the seeds sown were dead before they were planted,

in a world void of colour there can no other,

dying is just a disease invented by a hateful creator with jealousy in their eyes,

so why don’t you blow me world like your queen once did,

can’t you see her red lipstick kiss that still lays upon the tip of my dick?

or do you want to use your fists instead of your mouth?

pleasure or pain is all the same when you’re fuck up like me!

Salvations call beckons,

the soil embraces my cold flesh like an old friend,

the life that once flowed through my veins now drains out through the holes on my throat,

no resurrection,

no second chance,

I’m a son of man,

not a fictional character in an over exaggerated book,

but what if believing made it true?

would you let me be your Jesus?

do you believe in me?

do you need the faith?

do you need me?

then reach out,

reach out and believe in me!

now get down,

get down on your knees and believe in me!

Destroy all that is with what could never be,

ignite the ignorance with fury,

deceiving oneself with lies told beneath thy skin so thick,

suffocating with asphyxiation,

my own hands tighten,

the world spins around me as the light draws away,

pain no longer mine to maintain,

virtue far from my grasp,

elevation of the human process,

freedom to be me,

freedom to be free!

Precious moments lost in a lie engorged by time,

standing but in my mind I am lying down,

a world filed with the unstoppable,

tomorrow always a day away even if I don’t want to face it,

my wanting and need ignored by the world outside my skull,

perpetual movement of a life that was never my own to control,

life continued onwards,

towards the blessed inevitable ending,

an ending that will just not come!

Sanctimonious insults hidden in plain words,

the deceptiveness of your misconceptions interspersed your lies,

a sickness growing behind your eyes,

without indulging the curiosities of a wanton man,

fortune waivers,

endings crave for,

time no longer waits,

a world growing upon those insanity hates,

strangers made not born,

weavings of wickedness,

living to forgive,

forgiving to live,

made a stranger,

born into a lie!

Twisted in your demise as you were twisted in life,

weathered hands around thy throat,

strangulating the life from within,

but your empty eyes held more than a soul,

it housed a house of pain,

a wave of torment flowed free,

a tornado of lost souls swallowed by the emptiness that filled your cup,

a darkness hidden until the end,

the bodies buried beneath our feet now haunt me,

as your bloody legacy passed in through my eyes,

the window to my emptiness that you overflowed with your darkness…

Fear feeding a cacophony of fears,

drowning upon itself,

the weight it’s own,

no salvation,

for salvation is a fear within itself,

severe the tie that binds the fear into my self,

disengage the finality,

sacrifice,

the lamb was never the intended,

my own self targeted for ascension below,

forget the meaning,

let the words spew forth,

let the ending come within the beginning,

for what is lost now,

will be cherished once more,

somewhere,

somewhen,

within the dusts of time…

Exonerate my existence with a careless twist of your soul knife,

deeply dug in my insides to hurt not to kill,

you want me to suffer,

you want my tears,

you don’t want me to die,

you exonerate my existence,

you wipe my slate clean,

YOU WIPE MY SLATE CLEAN!

you rely on my pain,

you fill your cup with my meaning of self,

you distill my everything,

you dine on my tears,

as I beg to die,

PLEASE,

PLEASE LET ME DIE!

PLEASE LET ME DIE!

you exonerate my existence,

you wipe my slate clean,

you feed,

you fine,

you are all you can,

because of me!

Untrue designs tested to fail,

solitude ripped from beneath thy grasp so desperate,

a river flows by,

moments drowning upon moments,

time once resourced now but a window of fleeting photos,

be the secret hidden before them,

show no meaning,

rest without comfort,

the end was long before the beginning,

so there will be no cause to understand,

splinters of glass,

a fortune of riches,

lost to the past,

meaningless for the future!

Whispers of darkness,

moments in time,

a deceiver in the mists of oneself,

my reflection now unknown,

who am I if I am not me,

or was I always someone else,

words make no sense without self,

but what is self?

how can I be without being?

a promise left,

a moment given to mirror,

see the tomorrow written in today,

without the yesterday of who and why…

Crimson on dark,

separation of the depression,

emptiness within,

litres,

a sea within free,

name one by one,

shape within the shape of nothingness,

believe the reasons are just,

forgive the need,

be the blade,

shape within the shape of nothingness,

forgive,

be the blade,

forget,

forgive me, but never yourself,

for your twisted ways brought me here,

your twisted ways held my hand as the blade cut true,

your twisted ways set me free….

Castrate the guilty for pleasure,

fertility of the empty glass,

an ending without a beginning,

succulent visitations given to the fowls,

replace and reverse,

take the beginning back to the end,

somehow there comes the inevitable,

the darkness,

the indignity,

trying to steal what is left away from who I was,

from who I could be,

seething without,

boiling,

bubbling,

overflowing,

hold on to whatever you see fit to hold,

for the winds of the never takes hold,

and no one is free from its snarl!

A kingdom for the silence I crave,

A minute,

A fleeting minute,

How do it would be welcomed than to hear the constant hissing in my ear of her voice,

The one who fell before my axe,

I know she is not really there,

I know she rots I the garden,

Feeding the worms,

I see her eyes in the flowers every year as they bloom,

But her voice still rings true in my ears,

Whispering words of dread,

Promises that will one day come true,

Promises of what she’ll do to me,

After they are through with my flesh,

Who are they I always scream,

But she just laughs,

She just laughs…