An empire of a man,
Nestled deep under the sun.
A sign, to march back home.

A man within the moon,
Emblazoned across the earth,
Home, a long way off.

An inferno moulds the void
Rapture embrace; the sky,
As empire stains the dust.

Falsetto feelers,
The audience is deaf.
Crescendo seekers,
Tone ******* deaf.

Mind your own business,
Screams out the crowd,
The deafness is deafening.
The artist now bows.

The beast cuddled the angry pixie,
And it writhed. So he crushed the pixie.
The beast tentatively held the pixie,
And it bit him. So he squished the pixie.
The beast stayed close to the pixie,
And it burned him. So the beast hated the pixie.
The beast spoke with the pixie,
And it sassed him. So the beast hissed at the pixie.
The beast listened to the pixie,
And it soothed him. So the beast cuddled the angry pixie.

See, I told you she has gone,
The friend that you once wore.
The one you loved alone.
Left you on your own.
I told you. She has gone.

Empty.
Please take the world away from me.
Quietly,
Slit away,
Hands from the outside.

Hush now puppet.
The strings are ******* in bows.
Claws off stage with fingers tangled,
Cleave into the brain.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

A friend once said to me,
I'm worried sugar,
I'm worried what we've become.
'I'm worried how much you're doing, sugar'
The sugar soon solves his woes.