Tag: Story Time

Sickness was the soulless way he bed the maiden, withered in his ways, destined in his motions, I wanted to wait, but needed to watch, the drool dripped in streams, the sea waited to see, I opened the devils door, and gave him admittance, partly for temptation, but really for me, the sickness was the soulless way he bed the maiden, the soulless man was me… 

Wicked worker given fly, the night is darkest when you die, over and under, the edge is wet, a something forgotten, the words not said, I was lonely while the torch shined bright, twisted plans, the devils delight, processed in the foolish field, we struggled, strained, wanted to be more, but lacked the strength, lack the tools, and faced tomorrow, without, on the ledge..

Seven times she counted down, a moment spent, loss, depreciation, design, we staggered the system to mirror what came before, expecting better results, but the tool was broken before it began, trust was naught, fiction was about, we gave the lies too much of ourselves, over worked, under paid, figments of an addled mind we came, not forth, but from within, soak, settle, the end…

Fruits of the loins, we cast asunder assumptions, guessing answers that were easily known, tried and true, yet failed through and through, time is not a loop, and trying once yet to try again is the infinity of it all, wires crossed, legs parted, a sea that spilt before the salt lake parted, we saw the deed, the level done, another mistake, unresolved resolutions, the solution cold hearted…

Secrets are dancing around the sun, as the candy man comes offering his wares, wicked are his way, a world not like its picture, catfishing the galaxy, lies told and trust broken, we see the error yet don’t change the course, open the eyes of a mankind lost in the value of paper over souls, we tremble with the plates, as the world swallows us whole, and there is no reprieve, for we are, we are…

Older than the sin of man, the devoted worship, a world gone away, the darkest of day, the sun and the moon, destroy the seat of man, heat up the wetness as it runs, we are the decay, the sea that turns, be a weapon and not a tool, stand tall and upward, show the world we don’t take their sin no more!

I sat upon the deck that was still soiled with our blood, the memories cascade one after the other, silence still, my beating heart, chosen was the road taken, but apart.

We sang when we were young, yet it never send enough, a shiny star above our bed, forgiveness in our heart, I saw the song before I heard the words, drifting from high to low without care or poise.

Yet still the sin followed me, never left my side, never forgave me.

While deep below the waters edge, you lie in deaths peaceful embrace…

There was a moment when the moon was full, that I caught the eye of the demon Purcell, his eyes were wide, runes written across his face, bones freely tearing through his rotten flesh, decaying meat hanging from its head, and as the stench arose to my nose, the demon charged toward my humble form, a leg I lifted, my foot raised high, onward the demon ran, down it came upon tiny Purcell, the moment passed, the demon dead, his body smashed like an avocado on my bread…

Turned down by the winters frost we circled around the head of the dead, a sea like body, crashing against our shores, we never liked the chances given, we knew the stale lies told were our ending, right as we might the hope, bodies dead but running could not be stopped, the sea rose as we fled, covering the sun’s fingers, no hope to be, the shadow fell, say a prayer, find forgiveness for me…

Equipped to handle the lies told, we silently stare, no emptiness, no surprise, a favour once learnt, a mirror floating above the floor, you’d say I was lying, given fly, wasted, withered, we die, a perchance to be, utter those words in the dying days, see, there Is no more, there is no me…

Take a stand of the devil’s hair, line your coffin, prepare, the star is setting, the moon is one, a work of angels, the deeds undone, a fugitive in the world below, herald callings, trumps blown, half the halls of elderly drones clutching oneself, molesting, higher we go, lower the hands go…

Fragrance bestowed upon the meadows long, captivated by the presence of the besotted one, haggard in the wisdom, wooden in stance, a dance freely lost beneath the shadows of a virtuosic soul, recall the words, step to the left, whisper her name and see the game begin…

Poorly liked, kept behind, weeded out, a joke, no doubt, the darkest days, the loudest shout, impressions given, my criticism towards myself, sea breeze blowing, a gently breath coming, silence my becoming, tomorrow we see the fortunes as the war of many, becomes the kingdom of one…

lord and master,

hear my song,

drop down below with your wicked children,

see how they grow,

bathed in blood,

lost at sea,

strive to see the end that doesn’t come,

we ask through worships,

sacrificing our first born,

we beg through blood,

answer our prayers,

as we give all we can,

the work never done,

the unbearable becoming of self,

the forever burn of mortality,

open and deliver,

the noise was never wrong,

illusion of a delusion,

madness rights it way,

forever through the devils horn,

the sounding call doesn’t call no more,

a sliver in the waiting,

a bed of deceit swallowed in a ball of sin,

reason with the sanity lost,

give the shocking conclusion,

of a man not lost,

but never found..

 

Plagiarise the certainty,

as the world breaks down the doors to hell,

we see the things we could not see,

violent designs that could not be,

horror to the untold as the world unfolds,

we see the eyes through closed lids,

woken glances in broken dreams,

take my hand and hear my words,

through open the doors you take a step,

we hate to find that we cannot be,

the innocent be killing me,

its the start not the finish,

why don’t you fight,

why don’t you try,

never ending for its always going,

never ending for its always going,

to falter now is fates winding path,

see deep inside where the dream awaits,

see deep inside now tell me lies,

make me believe your words,

make me believe in you,

let the dream die inside your eye…