This feeling,
A million tonnes pinning down my chest,
A heavy heart sagging lower
                                                    and lower and for what?
You owe me Nothing yet my clairvoyance crafts unconscionable debts,
like a parasite, it eats me alive from inside to out.
Blue
car left parked and a lie l o o s e l y laid
but the knot was not as strong ro save me from such crushing weight.
Heavier and HEAVIER as lights start to spark,
with waves crashing harder and HARDER against the busting barrier,
I lose
and all hell breaks loose,
and I crawl back unto the dark...

Wistfully Melancholic, Brown Overtones.
It's that ****** day again -
never stopping or skipping a second,
nor letting stillness be.
Is it future or is it past?
Never mind,
you'll never heed this
warning.
That painting on the wall,
a time long lost - desolate,
and left to longing,
with the romantic bliss that was,
and is nevermore

A fresh rising sun, grass glazed in dew
thhe sweet sweet sound of the robins tune,
Sounds of the storm begin to brew
humming along to thhe robins tune;
inside the palace,
        -the guilt,
        -the shame,
it grumbles and growls
but you're not the same.
Slaughtering deafening silence
in you,
continue to follow the robins tune.

Crimson tears crash
from the eyes of the Gods,
faithfully flowing through
the cobble-****** path,
I walk

in the direction of the fire.
The heavens burning,
bright
and providing light,
dimming down this dwindling road.

Screams,
shrieks of terror, shouts of faith
as the herd of sheep
fruitlessly phone.
Desperate for their burning bush
to reveal

Itself. Yet I Grin,
lips spread thin
cheek to cheek,
ear to ear,
such absurdity leads
to either laughter or fear.

The blasting intensity of the echoing bell,
formation finally falls into place
as the sheep align - a simplicity
fondly remembered now

The pen,
momentous and modern yet cold
and uncaring, a jail cell
for generations to come.

Guards persona's personable and kind,
like Christ they claim to know best,
Began with the fables of Biff, Chip and Kipper,
then break to fill your chest

This stop's swiftly stolen,
forced straight back to the program;
a servitude designed to force labour
till death.