Eyes lost in the endless sea reflecting me upon the trees, giving life bathed in the within of self my darkness is below me, I swallowed the sun, it was not where it all begun, an ending without flight, my day without night, I allowed the moment to be, even though I was not me, follow the light of the never have been, swallow, dissolve, there is nothing, there is something, forgiveness, those words are not for me…
I closed the book you gave to me, it’s pages once empty now full, solvent liquid pours over me, deciding my fate, a straw, long gone, the windows cracks, the mirror no longer reflects, the bride of whirling machinery calls my name with vicious intent, built to be a toy to fuck, my wayward thing that ruined it all…
You played the victim, while I stayed and watched, symmetrical cutting of a vein emptying life, thorns on the insides of your eyes, vomit in the carpet, lies in your thighs, hands underneath your skirt, vinegar strokes pulsating, explosions in your face, I was a dream you had, stars shine tonight…
Blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me, one, two, three, four, more and more, pages thrown in the air, three at a time, four to be sure, I struggle as I’m subjected to sickness, my pride a lie, I sin, I give in, yet I strive to survive, I suffer for another, my purpose lost in the pages, blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me…
I bore no resemblance, I was me, yet so was he, the dragon in a skin suit, my demonic master, my throne, my one and only, a destiny apart, while a window in between, I gathered, he surrendered, but it was you not me, in the night so dark, the blood so warm, a vengeance was born…
He sat before me, eyes pale and white, foiled in hate, soiled in fate, given no mercy to the delight of the others, the wickedness spoke naught, defiant, devoid, we gazed and we stole, no moments, no stories to be told, no shining lights to be seen, a man and his visage, a man no longer to be, no longer me…
What is the sea that spills from me, a sickness, a seed, a desire to be incomplete, I waived the purpose of my need, gave it substance, a stickiness to see, faded, old, dry and cold, my broken dreams, my child, my seed, swept away before me, in a river of ammonia, a sea of disowning…
Haggard in the morning air, the cold breeze cuts to the bone deep, wishful thinking, sinners sinning, I lost me rhythm, preyed to a god that was not listening, yet the devil was, and she dealt me a hand wrapped in wealth, she cast me out, she threw me in, I struggled, I choked, I desperately called, but no one cared, no one at all…
I spat, while you hit back, a broken window to the soul, eyes not open, stolen not sold, we give the key, yet there is no door, woken but asleep, the dying eyes of a mirrored image, lost to me, I am incomplete…
I stutter words never said, facilitate the way ahead, bargain deals, wayward thoughts, the bed of lies, the frozen sin of the forever dead, I quest, I allow, drag me down, into the silence that can never be found, drag me down, into the silence without sound…
He came about from fevered dreams, barring a cross and a mouth full of steam, I believed his lies, I allowed him in, I gave him a home, I laid with him in sin, he dragged me in, the debauchery that arose from the unison of us was quite a site, blood and decay, salt and rust, but then one day he was gone, and I was the one who reaped what he had sewn within in my gut, for I bore that demonic man a son, who now lords over me with a tongue made of fire, that devil Jacob Rhime, I caught him, but let him go…
Solitarily condiment, my mask, my prison, my shell, arms broken, legs spaghetti, I fall, I falter, I see less than man, hunger, desire, I am a walking contradiction, a lost soul wanting to be free, the knife, the blade cuts, I want to escape, but I’m impossible, I can’t end…
Winding roads that lead to endings unknown, I likened the destiny of my feeble self, designed to be a nothing, fated to be ill felt, my self, my sin, biting, burning, burying all I ever could be, sewing my simple shell shut, trapping, confining, locking my self within…
Weathered hands, my call unheard, I saw the spectacle, witnessed its fall, the arms of many, the hate lost in all, we saw the features, we listened in the end, a stale sickness, haggard wisdom lost on man, we learned nothing, the days begin again, another demon, another end, a want, a lost, never ending, nothing wasted…
I wandered upon the desert, seeing things that made no sense, a hateful word wrapped in a visage, a sign, a disease, you called me into a stepping stone, destroying life from tome to tome, gaze upon me, you reckless beast, a homage to forgiveness, not mine, not yours, the fancy bastards, the fools, the lords, hold me close, strive to win, my depths of dying, my only sin..
Over cultured, under knowledge, I soak the good stuff, in my undergarments, stinking of substance, dying of sin, my name is nothing, my world asunder, land to the left, sky to the right, behind me an earthquake waiting to snap, I’d scramble before me, if I cared to give in, soulless, guiltless, I wanted to see, I waited, insanity wanting, worshipping me…
I ask you for wisdom, you give me fandom, lost in the void of cries, I struggle to swim, the sea it swallows me, devoted to devotion, lost in the swell, never a name I can tell, worship the light, hold tight, for the devil is deep, the hole is long, weather forever, alone all along, strike down the summit, take back the moment, power to the picture, stole in its grasp…
Haggard was the words used twice, forgotten yet now, you saw me naked, I gave a moment shined in the sun, open the top of my skull, find it empty, yet find there some, I was not sure, yet sure was me, window shopping, the fragrance of the sea, my frog had hopped, the ship was sunk, black wickedness was coming, as the sun set, running, hillside and free…
I said it was okay, yet never did it sit well, the fragrance of the smell, it yielded naught but got some, I asked the question out of order, the words were wrong, the time was right, look and see, sever the sea, wash the wizard’s beard, and free the inside of me, pleasure to infinity, but less beyond the door before, behind the pony I saw…
Steal the light that made me see, the last in line, was the first to be free, we rode a road that gave me insecurities, designed by the flow of nothing more, witness the worms as they eat the flower, I gave the mile, but the mile was too short, meter by meter, the devils cohorts, they gave me a pinch, they spoke in tongues, the ending was mine, the desire was done, stained sheets, salty to taste, it cut through the ice, my yellow golden god…
