You pay tribute to an absent monarch. You're a vassal to a non existant Kingdom.
The throne of your gods sits empty.

As my world burns,
All I have ever loved,
All gone.

As the flame licks at my skin.
As my flesh is melted
As the last embers leave my eyes.

As I am changed by the flame
As I become the fallen phoenix.
I am embraced by flame.

They'll get bored soon.
They will
You know they will.
You're a disgrace.
You walk like it's your right.
You talk like you have permission.
You'll see yourself for what you are.
Soon.
Very soon.

It's impossible to know,
How much I miss you.
In these melancholy tides,
I search for you.

Wishing on the horizon,
to feel close to you.
A mirage in the sand.
Longing to hold you.

Sail around the world,
And come find me,
I'm waiting, where you left me,
On the rocks where you held my hand.

Sail around the world
And come hold me,
I'm waiting in our place
Where we said we'd never leave.

Sail around the world
And come save me
I'm standing on the edge
On the edge where we first kissed.

You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.

As he pulled the creature closer to his lips,
He paused.
He felt his arms pull away,
He felt his throat close.
So innocent. So friendly.
He felt the creatures cold, silky embrace pine for him to drink.
He looked at the creature.
Silent.
Inanimate, but bubbling with possibilities.
He allowed his lips to touch the creature,
To kiss the rift at the end of turning back .
He sipped. He drank. He guzzled.
He drowned in the creature as it caressed an unquenchable thirst.
And then the creature was gone.
No matter. There are many more.
His eyes filled with desire, he took another one, and allowed insatiable need to fill his mind.

The black chair
Is black.
Accessorised with yellow.

I saw your blood poor at your feet,
I saw your face when you saw me.
I saw your arms, zen Waterfall,
I saw your eyes, you needed me.

The world crashes about my ears.
I lie in my grave.
And close my eyes.

Tall tales silly hair
Wishing you were always there.
Silly lies
All inside
Something I can ****
Confide.

Drown it all
**** it all
Something I should have said before

Hold the line
Temper fine
Stop it silly boy
And cry.

Compost sneeze. Halter weight skin.
Hang on. Stupid
Boy within.

If algorithms had flavour it would probably taste like McDonald's.

Is it self loathing?
Even a warped self awareness perhaps?
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe its acceptance.
The forced march forwards to inevitable doom,
I am the war council and the soldier.
I am the battlefield and I am the on winning side,
For if I win I lose and if I lose I win.
The world is the house and the house will always win.
Funny, it seems. Absurd almost.
How much I just don't care anymore.
Empathy eaten away.
Pacman running rampant, severing the ties that bind myself to this war.
Godhood, ascension. A lobotomy to save the flesh from its commander.
We'll go over the top soon I'm sure, we can't hide in this trench forever.
We'll see the sky and feel the warmth. The bullet ridden carapace a legacy with an eye on the abyss.
The struggle over, no capitulation.

I survey a field of green.
A green tea haven of geisha girls and butterflies.
I watch it swell and Bloom.
I see the greenery swallow.
I watch the forest grown brown.
It swells in its own poison.
Browning, flaking in its own skin.
Dried in envy at its own finality.

Beasts of ******
Crowned by killing and chaos.
Guided by torment in their inception.
Hatred heals, hands held in blight.
Folding thin the paper
Finding within the bark.
Hanging, swinging, Shadow.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

On our way to meet some villains
Greet some scoundrels,
See some bones.

To shake the hand of some bandito's
Wave off some killers,
And then walk home.

Kettles, hob rings, and rancid buttered things.
Teabags, eye bags, wishing I was dead.
*******, regret stains, killing me inside,
Fruit juice, footloose, do it all again.

Needles in hospitals,
Street corner cures.
Doctors and medicine
Dealers and ******.

Don't shut the door to the noise.
The room is crazy loud
White walls and blank.

Well is a home.
Hollow and cold.
Drowning at home.
Cold is a home.

Gazing in deep.
Deep is a view.


Sick in a bucket.
The water tastes gross.

Doctor Gasm examined it.
'theres a dead man in your water, and you've been writing silly rhymes'.

How many skins lie in your wardrobe? Soft but seldom touched.
Your runway sprawls, the buds are crying for the sun.
Your faces, worn and never loved.

Holding hands through open eyes.
Hiding starlight in the sky.

His rotten sleeves waft in the wind
Sleepily staining the air
He swirls in his stench
Flouncing in stink
Hatefully spinning his song.

Wildly turning
His zombie breakdown
Bellowing a gutteral noise

He spins till he bleeds
Staining the earth.
The onlookers gawp at the show.

The circle slows down
His pulverised ankles
Can no longer keep up the dance.

He slumps in a puddle
A grave of his making
A corpse
A posterity curse.

Monolith of despair.
Obsidian door. But open a crack.
Enough to see the pain shining through.
I knock on the sarcophagus.
She answers tentatively.
Painful, anxious.
The mummy is awake,
Today is a good day.

This is all that you wanted
All that you prayed and dreamed
This is all that you cried for
In your lonley silent screams.
The silver is what you long for
The Red path of hollow cries.
Run fast the race is over.
Sleep now, be still in dreams.

Didn't die in my sleep today.
A good day.
So says everyone else
Hands to the sky,
A meteor phoned home.
But I still didn't die in my sleep.
There's always tomorrow.

Normality trickles on by
Whilst I suffocate on the banks.
Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun.
To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge.
To choke or hang.
Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.

Healing, is what you find in the pour,
A heartful of hatred and anger, and sore.
Weeping into a vessel of lies your hand shakes violently.
What a *****.
Tears streaming down, you sink one more glass, the nails, tinsel go down.
The bottle of caltrops seemed so tasty in a crisis, home grown.

There's a certain beauty in a ready meal
Icey and hard til you warm it up.
It spins like a ballerina
On its glass stage.
I observe the mouthwatering dance.
I am its number one fan.
Stalking,
I must see the beauty beneath the plastic. And I do and I will.
My pretty portioned Prince.

Can I have my medicine?
The fist smashes through the cabinet,
Holding a blooded hand of normal.
As the mirror shatters,
And the hand insists,
Its life drip trailing across his choice.
He decides no.
He's ill. He's bloodied. He's lonely.
He's terminally free.
He stares into the glass as it warps away whole.
The blood pools and drains. And swirls.
A pantomime sworn in and sworn away.
Never again will he pill up for pantomime.
When the stage he rots on runs him by.
They bow and decay.
And he stands lifeless.
As the show rolls on.

Feeling tree like
Caustic smile like
Sun is sandals like
Gonna get some like.

Happy clapping like
Neighbours love me like
Church on Sundays like
Handgun missions like.

Gunned him down like
And his dog like
Washed my gun like
'how many chicken nuggets you want lad '
6 dad.

I'm ready for more than this.
The stain on the walls. We breathe
On crystal halls.
We're ready for this.
We're ready for.
Now. To me.
You fall.
To me.
It's now.
We fall.

The eye on upon the eyes, the eyes upon the mausoleum. The eye upon the face of God as it seeps throughout your veins. The eye upon the crowd that marvel as you linger with your tincture. The eye upon the heart, beating, slamming against the head. The eyes upon the audience, that watch as you watch. The iris in its garden of Eve. Iris in the hole. Dark horror beware because the gecko is in town. Watching on the wall.

Bright lights, noises,
My mind is overcome.
My body rips around my neck,
My mind is not my own.

Glowing hands make pretty signs,
Enticing overtones.
Come closer, into the nether realm,
All I know, I'm not my own.

In a crystal, I am a butterfly.
I walk when I should run.
In a dream world, I fly, another life,
A body. Never mine to own.

This mind of concubines.
Of slaves to all I want.
My needs have become a metaphor,
For wrongs not quite my own.

Maybe in the real world,
I'll find my way back home.
Until then, I ride this downward *****,
I've made this life my own.

Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.

Show me. A life without a door frame,
A life that lies beyond the Doorframe.
I'll be waiting, by the doorframe.
For you to kiss inside the door, frame.

So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.

Silver beckons,
Platinum calls.
jewelers precision.
diamond drops, necklace impossibility.
azure coast, cries oceans of gold.
clamshell closure. kick back at the jellyfish.
ocean spray to wash it all away.
sandcastle liquidation from a avalanche of chance.
frame it in platinum, here for stands a masterpiece.
said the seaweed.

Seems silly to me.
Truth is a sycophantic nightmare.
The most Craven hearts stumble over the boldest moves.
Everyones OK
Nobody's crippled by despair.
Everyone swims in the same shallow puddle.
Of desperation
And then I ask you how you are.
And you regurgitate the same putrid line.
I'm alright.
Seems silly to me.

The traveller walked
His lonely Road
On slow and solemn stones.

He stared out into
The fields of sorrow,
And thought about his own.

They came to mind
But left his memory
Replaced by what he'd done.

And the crystal sunrise
Gone forever
To find his way back home.

Where do I go from here?
Walking on these roads my feet bleed.
Where do you want me to walk?
While my feet are bleeding, drenched in gravel.
What is it you need?
Waiting for me to come.
Why, when there is so much left to see, besides us?
Why do you poison me?
When my feet are bleeding for your tomorrow.

The black chair stays black. Accessorised with yellow.

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.

I'll starve my veins,
I'll hang myself!
I'll flail from the inside,
Cremate the pain!

Swallow whole
All that we said.
Pulling inwards,
Hide it all.

I'll **** them all,
And hide away.
To see again,
The drowning shame.

Cleave from the field of trees,
deep root seers grasp,
sorrow through the past,
stems grow through the last.
Grave most graceful sees beyond.

Tread lightly on shards of comfort
Outstretched blades of rust stab at welcomeness
Place your blade in your scabbard sword dancer
Swivel and point, smile and wave, and slice and suffer
Your hole pours red. Life gleefully leaves its husk.

Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.

It's a hymn to him
A bit, a scene.
Roll play
He claps.
What a show for him.
An extraterrestrial existential terror.
Things bow as they do.
He accepts.
He's the watcher on the watch.
Observing, learning.
He knows.
You don't

A knife
Needs a home.
My blood,
Leaves it's host.
Blessed, steel on bones.
Forbidden ritual.
On our own.
No-one to care.
For tomorrow.