and, as I breath in,
The airs limbs tare me apart
And purge me of my sin,
The smoke of days and nights
Form a cocktail for me to sip,
That fills me up with a love-like fight
I'm not sure anyone wins.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Ten percent of the world are evil,
For them we made the Hearse,
The other percent are boring...
Perhaps that's even worse.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
It feels like a waiting game,
there is just,
nothing,
we are all born with a noose around our neck,
the rope woven with exaustion and the monotonous blanket that engulfed us after turning twenty five,
it's pulling us closer to the enevitable - that
nothing,
we are benevolant in it's arms!
What are we doing here?
what are we achieving?
What is the point!
the sheer unimportance of us as a person,
is omnipresent in my mind and i can't cope.
Why do we compete like this to survive,
to fill ourseleves with pretty trials and challenges,
why do we love when it will only lead to heart break?
Why do we awaken when we will only sleep again?
Why do we live just to put off the
nothing.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
Society engulfs like an iconoclastic wave,
it will take and take until there is nothing left to save,
what is the beauty in the normal,
of looks, of eloquence and intelligence,
why should we be beaten down,
until there is nothing left to salvage,
until we are average,
until we as people fit what is 'right',
two hands, two feet and not a fright,
of an invasion of ideas,
of thoughts and beings,
of people who see through the boundary’s others have put up,
in every second that passes through their material frame,
because really it is not just simply luck,
that allows their avid brain,
to gain, whilst other people's fears leave them stuck.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Strapped down
Unable to move
Away to the lands that are
New
See what you will
Understand what you can
But you will never be allowed to venture or stand
We are united in our ignorance
In the way we cant fathom
Any difference
We don’t want to understand
Instead exult in stupidity
It overwhelms us
And now we pity
Those that are able
To see what we cant
To take out their eyes
from the worlds slant
With its indifference to ugly
And its love of false beauty
Things that won’t last
And words that have passed
Their ability to Express
what is true
And their ingenious quality
of letting little else through.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
To need,
To hold,
To be,
The ice,
The fire,
The sea,
Movement in the masses,
Frozen into solids,
With no one leaking out,
Eyes stopped from their wandering,
Your mind is slowly longing,
To understand about,
Inexplicable silence,
Eyes violent,
Tides now so high!
The way your hand will always grasp,
And not for me -
But a way to say goodbye.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC