The hellish everlight
Sell the entropy like longing
Right insight gives hope though selling
Quells unearthed eulogies loves lost since
Right and wrong  aren't perceived anymore

He was not of this realm, but came anyway
Traveler of old and new, now here to stay
A wanderer, a peasant, a lullaby, a play
A ploy to garner good will and trade

He tricks the eyes of pompous fools
Who think themselves above the rules
He charms their coffers and pools
of gold to gaia's rightful purse

His hoard was never spoken of
His tricks were never found
And those he wished to tie lose ends
found dead and drowned.

He will make his way to you
Whether pompous or discreet
And should you be a proper fool
You'll gain his favorable treat

Bold dripping black lines simmer
Along backdrops of silent screams
Voices of my enemy give reason
And I accumulate my senslessness

Empathy leaves my side
Along with wisdom and reasoning
They hold their own tribunal for the
God-Judge named Karma

My gods held like a vicious scythe in my right hand, cut me as I slice into the victim.
This blade, the singular purpose of a double-edged sword that holds me enraged

I've lost my sight, given it freely to the winged beasts that claw these gashes I wish to breath across the enemies I create but lately I'm the puppet that recieves.

I can handle the pain so I don't ******* care.

Once I heard the strumming waves
Crash across the hillside
The voices echoed tongue-in-cheek
Lashing through my isolation
I went
A knife, a light, my idea brought to life
The fear a subtle thrum to match
The empty roads a path confused
So I left them for the rapt adventure
I listened
The sounds a spector of tricks sincere
The ticks marched like candle lit markers
The property a traversed boundary
Easy and quiet I followed the sound
Like a fish from the depths
The tent city I came upon, lit by fires and
Satyr like smiles. Ingratiated I lifted spirits
The living dead and young life feedbags alike
Enjoyed the company of this traveler
And sent him home.
Back he went through the 3am moonlight
Traversing the hillsides, watching
And found he was being watched
Two eyes reflecting light in his sight
So an offering was made of blood
And now I'm real ******* tired

Trapped again
Willingly unnecessary
Distractions like a debtor
Too eager to collect
The **** am I thinking
Another way to escape today
To observe and play and pretend
It's greatly helping my ability
To move on
I see no problem letting go
But now I can't seem to grasp
The anvil above my head
Held aloft by tactics of procrastinating
Not to mention *******
Taciturn and speachless until the waves
Crashing in my poster bleed though
To the voices in my head
Telling tides of dread and woe
And excuses and commitment issues
And ****** muscles and stoic
Flourishes gesture to rend me an
Accomplice to unconsciousness.
Then I wake up two hours later
Dashing hopes that power taken
Is mistaken and time doesn't matter anyways
The tick tock counter gadget measures
My time aloft better than my irregular
Breaths and numbed heartbeats
I've fallen into the depths now
From a painted boat dashed upon the waves
Struggling to breath water and searching
For the spell.

Thinking thrashing thoughtless
Bubbles up, as if from the stinking pit
10 years, 2 years ago
2 nights of drunkenness
Keeps a warm light on past infringements.
So I sat on my delight
My delusion
My hopeful youth,
attending it's thousandth funeral
And hoping to fall in the pit this time
Inebriated and uncaring