Now that i know i never said goodbye or locked you out of my mind.

Time kicks my face to the grinder as i bide my time.
While i fell from you admiration. Sometimes i wish i could hate you but sometimes hate is not enough. So i am runnin'away hoping to lose myself.

I don't yearn for your death i only seek for your decay. But yearning is not enough. So i'm runnin' away. In hopes of finding a better place because my hatred is not enough to burn the noose you tied around my neck.

Your kiss as sharp as our love. And now i am left with an aching hole in my chest, staring wide open into the world like an open door.

Unlike you i prefer to be broken and carry my wounds for all to see rather than walking around like a plastered up corpse, ashamed of being broken.

She jumps back and forth on a mud stained road.
Her little yellow boots violently shattering the tranquility of shallow puddles.

" I trample upon the weak"

A breeze, moaning softly of autumn confessions lifts her blonde hair and reveal 2 bright opals reflecting a dark sky.

The smell of mouldy cornfields and rotting leaves ****** the noise.
Leaves gritting their teeth. Blissfully she splatters through the countryside.

" My scars mark the path which you shall follow"

A sudden halt of the feet, fleeting moments of gazing into her own reflection. A realisation of nothingness..

Just for a brief spell

She realises that she is alone...
That she has no meaning...

" I walk this road alone, I am the shepard of a flock made of condensed hope."

A flash of lightning breaks the introspection. Woefully she splashes along the dirt road, relishing the autumn mirage of a dying countryside.

Her rubber boots squeaking followed by soft snickering.

" I refuse to see the harsh and bleak snow that hangs in the clouds."

a vast ocean of black looks up from a shallow puddle at my feet.

Her boots in my stained hands...
I lean myself against a shovel, stabbed firmly yet violently into the muck of the earth.

And for a glimpse i see her reflection.
For a moment i realise

I am alone
my life has no meaning.

A flash of lightning breaks my introspection.
The haze lifts and i see her opal eyes gaze up at me from the shallow puddle..

" A shepard with no flock is unfit to guide the innocent to their home."

Those opaline eyes blaming me, judging me. A burden unfit for my shoulders.

I toss the dirt in her eyes.

As i place mine ear against the ravaged and ***** soil of the earth..
I hear her boots squeaking.. and soft splashes.

" I tread upon the corpses of the weak."

Raindrops paint black the world..

Each drop her eye... gazing me down...

Blaming me for deeds that were done.

I yearn to return...

To those days

Of whispering autumn breezes, rotting leaves...

And her...
Blisfully jumping around in shallow puddles...

As i watched her from behind the trees.

I cherish no dreams of sand..
My head aches... my glass thoughts collide.

A ticking bomb... my blood turns to lava and i cook inside my skin...

drowning whispers lick my mind clouds...

a sour taste of discomfort sends a sickening twitch down my beating limbs.

Ejected into a timeless void between worlds..

Where planets eat one another...

A silent witness to the end of all things...


decolorized  and stripped of mortal chains

the sigh i have become...


I hold no dreams of sand...


But when life shows its fragile side....

I have no choice but to cherish the obsolete purpose...

Of our futile human lives....

I feel no pity...No remorse, nor shame...As i put them to the stake...
Hanging them up by their necks... setting their bodies ablaze..Grinding their ashes between my fingers... before mixing them with my supper.

Am i depraved? Am i what remains.. when the blood of dreams have spilled out of me....
And the darkness took shape... giving birth to despair...

And with its birth amidst my blood and *****.....I also ******* all that humanized my soul.Such is the fate of the slaves....I feed of them to sustain myself a little longer...
A sad comfort i find within the tomb of my hollow shell...The rancid smell of their burning flesh brings me back to my inner battlefields..A fading flame of humanity has all but illuminate the way back...

Am I to be dragged upon the altar and submit myself to the thralls?I feel the lash carve open my flesh and tearing my muscle..Nothing but muzzle flashes as i faint from sight..

Awakening at the sight of flesh flies feasting on my festering wounds..I am consumed alive amidst the filth and dirt i left behind...And am exposed for the maggot i am on the inside....

My consciousness evaporates into the faint smell of burning flesh...

Drooling with ravenous hunger.. I gluttonously gorge myself and snarl at the hand that feeds me...Like the ghoul i am... I drool at the sight of the master throwing his dogs a bone...And if he wants me to roll over and play dead...I shall not doubt nor neglect....I will submit myself to his will.. and undergo the bereavement of my innocence.

Until I blossom like nightshade...and reach my full potential...

And i will be burned as incense and my ashes processed in a final supper for all to consume.

Staccato's of clasping chains.. feverishly flaying your wrists...

As a rabid dog chewing off its own limbs to crawl away.


You hide in my shadow.. The only place where they cannot get you...

While your children burn...

A sour scent of ***** floods richly within these forsaken walls...

A tranquilizing melody of ****** gargling


I will mutilate the memory...

I will stain the status you built...

I will pluck your fruit and devour it with voracious appetite

Gnawing your rotting tongue bit by bit...

i drink sepsis that drips from the shank of your thighs..

My hunger everlasting...

Ravenously, depraved, my claws rend and maim your angelic wings...


A carpet of feathers gusts at your final gasp....

A cold lick on your eyeballs...

We drag you into our grave...

Rats...

Swarms of rats...

And i wear a crown baptized and blessed of your blood....

Adorned with warm and beating entrails of the defeated and the devoured...

Bricked in walls....


I can still hear you clawing during the  most sleepless of sleeps...

And taste your rotting tongue...

Surrounded by tearing teeth, grinding their way through sinew and flesh..


A sickening shriek ******* from their throats.

Underneath a bleeding sky

their beating corpses cough up swarms of flies..

Our godess laid bare, covered in the stench of excrements....

Embraced her faithful flock.

As a reward for their devotion.. she gave her body...

Beaten and broken into submisssion...

The servants crack their whips...

Vehemently they violate her angelic body with ravaging lust...

A portrait of flesh...

Bodies sewn together into a pregnant abomination...

***** and bereaved she gazed upon the bloodied sky..

And exhaled from her rotting mouth...

Regurgitating her teeth...

Kneeling in gore , caressing her female features.. fertilizing her soil with blood.

The severed head licked her no more....


A spawn of maggots seeped out of every orifice...

Whilst she screamed and gnawed on the bones of her offspring.


And the heavens wept in blood...

When the world was set ablaze...

Remember our moments as children. A time when innocence veiled us from the tears of the outside.

Now but a fainting cloud.
Burrowing through the shadows of doubt.

And we lived such wonderful lives as children.
We shared our colors.. we smelled the flowers..

Running through sheening cornfields in the summerdusk.

All is gone.

And i could never forget you..

So let me take you for a walk..

I expect nothing of it..

Just hoping to go with you on a treasure hunt..

To dig through time...

Would that be fine?

In this mind of mine.. i paint these lives.. all the universes i made with you.

So let me talk you for a walk.

Between the cornstalks we can talk...

I will always remember those days.

But joy never stays..


You made me shiver and quiver...

Now i only dwell in the deepest caves..

And i cannot forget you.


My affection deviates into obsession..

Since that day you died...

I smeared your blood upon my face

I felt purified...

My heart used to beat...

now it only weeps...


My decayed fingers caress the rotten corn with whom I was buried.