Tag: tomorrow

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….