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 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

I can't escape the pressure
Embrace the fall
False architecture
Breaks down my inner walls

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

How would I look in a coffin
With my loved ones weeping and sobbing?
How would I look in coffin
Embalmed and dolled up
A construct
Say you'll remember me

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZs7xvVSG4UmmnqpSIYw-jYWpVEwYZdOH
 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
I surrender
To this suffering
Post-traumatic
Life, that's full of shame
Save me from this
Path of growing hate
Burn the bridges
Fall, beneath the weight

This is my wake
Cleansing all of the scars
Cauterizing deep wounds
I've left behind
Is this my fate
Bleeding out from the heart?
Tunnel vision; train-wreck
I'm gonna die

Floating
Into the sky
Absence of mind
I say goodbye

Floating
Into the sky
Pain won't reside
Mental rewind

I surrender
To this suffering
Post-traumatic
Life, that's full of shame
Save me from this
Path of growing hate
Burn the bridges
Fall, beneath the weight

But listen to me now
I am calling
From this grave
The beyond is
Where I am falling

I've seen the truth despite
These wounded eyes
Cast aside your favorite guise

I seek an archetype
One can't define
No end in sight
My soul is drifting
Until my palette's wiped
Colors decide
Foresight within bleak existence

Designs' divide
Midnight's respite
Wasting my time
Within these confines
Not all stars burn bright
In dying light
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYE-s5YUqnA&t=20s
 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface

I ate from the fruit and became one as God
Unlocked my third eye from the sauce of the rot
Bloodstained tragic thoughts portraying a life since lost
My head on the chopping block
Breaks way once it comes full stop

No reprieve, the darkness - it beckons me
Heart beats bleed within my sleeves

Here I'm dearly departing
Dissipating oblivion
To become the nether
Lapsing in consciousness

What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface
These wrists bare my witness - the pain it just worsens

Laced cream of the crop
All but sure at the top I'm submerging
fate's twisting well from beyond the cell
I've been plagued since my birth, yeah

No reprieve, the darkness - it beckons me
Heart beats bleed within my sleeves

Here I'm dearly departing
Dissipating oblivion
To become the nether
Lapsing in consciousness
From the trauma, despondent
Postmortem; I live again
All of the cosmic horror
Suddenly flourishes

Goodbye to my sorrow
As I grieve at the loss of all hope

My corpse behind closed doors
Lies beneath the floorboards
Death swarms me to the core
Feeding the locust hordes

Fear disappears as the end draws here
When all else fails - count your lucky stars
Near and far -  once you've seen God
You'll recoil with your back to the wall

What is the purpose I'm creeping and lurking
Released from the furnace beneath the Earth's surface
These wrists bare my witness - the pain it just worsens
My show sets the stage, and now here come the curtains
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lUNsQCSg4wW7pDrmN3fyCPDOf2-oo0KB0
 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
In the country of the blind,
The one eyed men are kings
So condemn what you don't understand
(Consume)

It's more alluring to feed the machine
(Conform)
Is your life the masterpiece
You dreamt of painting?

From out of the depths,
Comes Father Time
To devour your wishful thinking
(OBEY)
It's all I can do to preserve a calm mind
(OR TRY)
But I'd rather play follow the leader
(COMPLY)
I'm just a ghost in this portrait you left hanging
(GOODBYE)
Erase the past now, my life's not worth saving

I'M PLAGUED
All my cognitive processes haunt me;
In my inability to bring
Luminescence
To the infinite shadows, swirling

Don't you know by now?
Your essence of life
Manifests in the
Vibrancy of your
Frequencies you see
The philosophy,
Structures of a
Love > Fear dichotomy

Materialize my manic visions;
For I have listened
As the chasms between
The Heavens & Earth
Both wax and wane,
Simultaneously ~

Picture the days
We traded our
Whole lives away
When did we fall from grace to see
Our paradise,
Lost in the flames?

All my cognitive processes haunt me;
In my inability to bring
Luminescence
to the infinite shadows, swirling

Don't you know by now?
Your essence of life
Manifests in the
Vibrancy of your
Frequencies you see
The philosophy
Structures of a
Love > Fear dichotomy
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lUNsQCSg4wW7pDrmN3fyCPDOf2-oo0KB0
 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
Destruction commence
Please God just end my suffering
This is the end
Of all we love and hold dearly

Counting my blessings
I have none left
Brain functions ceasing
Death is imminent

Frequencies weakening
Collapsing paths
I'm not receiving
Transcendental sequences

Pulled out of body
Skies look bleak storm clouds are coming
My thoughts erupting
Buried deep within the tempest

I steadily lose patience
In old ways of days missed
Stations complacent
From the wavelengths I've been sent
In subsequent functions
I amount to nothing

Moments pass substance
I fade away
As time elapses
I dig my grave

My bleeding conscience
My bleeding veins
The curtains calling
Bewildered, I can't escape

Destruction commence
Please God just end my suffering
This is the end
Of all we love and hold dearly

My soul occupies
The confines in space
With the vibrations
Solidifying my base
That give me just the slightest trace
Of phasing amidst these in-between places

Pulled out of body
Skies look bleak storm clouds are coming
My thoughts erupting
Buried deep within the tempest

I steadily lose patience
In old ways of days missed
Stations complacent
From the wavelengths I've been sent
In subsequent functions
I amount to nothing
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lUNsQCSg4wW7pDrmN3fyCPDOf2-oo0KB0
 Feb 2022
Cunning Linguist
Fragments of my mind
Just fractured textures
Excerpts of memories,
Forgotten conjectures

Trapped in space and time;
Just figments of rendered sectors
That I've assembled to fabricate
My reality beyond measure

From the apex, I'm ready to sail
While failing to grasp what all it entails
I steadily hide intent in my tales
In my dreams I'm haunted
Since leaving the cradle
Life is beautifully frail
I see myself dancing in the portrayal
With the reaper as the main feature
Veiled together in a cerebral theater

I invent scenarios in my head
And fantasize how I long to be dead
While conceptualizing my grave end
Though I dread the inevitable attempt

Six feet deep
I'll sleep for an eternity
And will dream of the scenery
Of all my forgotten memories, I'm done

The hands I'm dealt
Lost in the shuffle
My walls crumble
Deciphering life's puzzles
Disillusioned with the hustle & bustle  -
Solutions come full circle,
At the bottom of a bottle

Mental status: unstable
Cerebral stasis turns tables
Visibly miserable and unable
To cope without the love of my chemical savior
I invent scenarios in my head
And fantasize how I long to be dead

Six feet deep
I'll sleep for an eternity
And will dream of the scenery
Of all my forgotten memories, I'm done

The hands I'm dealt
Lost in the shuffle
My walls crumble
Deciphering life's puzzles
Disillusioned with the hustle & bustle  -
Solutions come full circle,
At the bottom of a bottle

Patterns intertwine
In fashioned structures
I slumber and suffer
Painting caricatures
Of a perfect life
I yearn to capture
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lUNsQCSg4wW7pDrmN3fyCPDOf2-oo0KB0

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