Sea of Sorrows,
let me drown.
Fill my lungs,
and drag me down.

I’ll swim, a soul
awash in still,
awake to dream,
my new Bastille.

Deadman
ruler of a dead soul,
nothing else,
what a king,
what a blessed ruler
breaking vows
of the service that he swore
to himself;

no one else.

Angry planet, bark!
Bleed-out into the dissonance.
Light yourself on fire, now
and sprint the ******’ distance
to the end.

Harken to the Herald
of the great fetid maw.
watch him struggle
for his sanity
with tooth, and claw.

A Baphomet of ******* men,
enigma, to his brothers.
Listen to his blasted tongue
and know his every word’s another’s.

for yes he speaks in silvered words
it's known by even chirping birds.
But no one’s seen
the broken dream
that all his words have come from.

Sober again,
Sombre again,
paranoia creeps out
the closet again

little bit of panic,
little bit of Popov
lose a little pride
but control yourself

take hold, yourself
never let your thoughts wander
or you lose yourself;

don’t lose yourself

Reckless runner, run away,
Blaze a path down broken roads
make that choice and never stray
run until your heart explodes.

Beat the pavement,
beat that past,
what a joke
you’ll never last.