I am vapid
Bombastic
Desire
Wishing for depth
On an empty canvas

I am specious awareness
I am explosive emptiness

I am invalid
Invalidated
Left to crawl
On rugged pavement

I am a zephyr
Collapsed
In a zeppelin

Attached
To the ground, and
Expanding
Without rising

I am evidence
Of evanescence
Wishing to swallow
Whole
The world’s incandescence
But only discarding fragments
Of immortal light

Thunder beckoning my tribe
Of foreign hunters from the sky
I fly on wings of solid steel
Centuries of anguish to appeal

He rides the lightning from afar
While trailing from a shooting star
The fiercest wind, a crashing sound
Mephistopheles inbound

The Satan's spawn, demon of wrath
Is on a malevolent path
Onto a rendezvous of  souls
Intent on taking all control

He hunts the weak to gain his power
Until will come the final hour
A battle between beast and man
The fight to take the promised land

In days of six and nights of five
The promised one will be revived
He will forsake his own
To sit upon his mighty throne

The innocent will be beguiled
All hatred will be reconciled
But this will all just be a hoax
And the world will be engulfed in smoke

Miasmas of the blackest night
The death of innocent by blight
Inseparable of death
Inoculating breath
Is taking hold of me
Suddenly I can see

And from the sky there comes a sound so loud!
In my mind I am alive again, though gasping for air.
I say please, save me!

They take my hand and I'm above the clouds.
And lighting fills the air.
And everything is energized, we're floating!
And I can see myself over there!
It's not over; he's back, the final conspirator!

So I grab hold of him, and I start punching him, but I'm just a boy!
They were there with me, my comrades, and they attacked him with the various building blocks.

But he unleashed a fearsome attack. All from his body it exploded. Shrapnel made a mark to me.
I fall feint.

And when I wake up there he is; Mephistopheles, standing over me.
I say, Mephistopheles! Why??
And he say, because there is no point!
And I say, what does that matter? You don't need a point to be happy.
He said, now, that happiness isn't everything. And he stabbed me in the neck.





But in my very last breath, no longer inoculating me, he say that it is to live that is to mean and that death is just to be as much.
I gasp!
Then it all fades again, this time for good. But the last thing I see, my comrade is falling down upon him and the final blow ends it.

Yeah, he got his wish.

What should behoove the moon lover
Who dances in the light of night;
Who tarries under darkened cover
Ever exploring beauteous blight?

Who should implore the deadened door
Of solitude and somnolence
To show ut'whence does light dispense;
What harbors in the depths of dense?

What should behoove the moon lover
To open eyes to darkened skies
And pray to stay another night
Within the depths of all that dies?

Affluent arrogance; an agonizing atrophy of all
Posthumous punitive parties pose problems to the proletariat
We watch and wait; wallowing in waste while watered down
Gullible, greedy, gaining ground; good God cannot give solace
Torment to the trees; taking without needs
Nature now naked
Horrific is human habituation

Myriad despondencies
are born in me behind these walls
Where I can see what I might be
But cannot grasp from daily droll

I push, persist, to make ends meet
But in the end what I must greet
Is driven to me: mediocrity

Afflictions brought forth from the mind
Where sheltered, crippled, nothing aligned
And in myself I cannot find
The truth of self

So I retire upon this shelf
My sanity to be remembered
From this eleventh of November

I have given up on ambition
For life dealt me an ill position
Which cannot be regained
In a myriad of pain

A complex; standalone
A shade of monochrome
-in the visceral war zone
A shield becomes a home

I sit in contemplation
Compelled by isolation
Abandoned indignation
A train stuck at the station

A fog of midnight blue
A baseless, abysmal hue
No heed for what to do

A distance from the crowd
Held in cerebral shroud
No feelings were aloud
The knight was just too proud

A mission to remember
The pains of last November
Was not one with the gender
You cannot be too tender

Insipid disconnection
Can find no resurrection
The self forgets retention
Plunged from its own discretion

In the end, I am not sane
There is no purpose
Life is in vain
All things are worthless
No care to feign
I lose inertia
I end the game

As I gaze out, as I peer
Inconsequential, infant fears
Of petulance in every mirror
As agony grows ever near
As groans of surplus renegade
Emotions made to separate
Invocation resonates
But constipation iterated
Articulation dominated
Sentry fire of retrograde abominations
Aptly aimed at insecure infatuations
Toward a higher instigation

Where elation loses patience
Only minds can ease in latency
To be deceived, time after time
By mischief of the darkest kind
My own retention in-sublime

Though everywhere I turn
I find many options to be learnt
I find my bridges ever burnt
But not by me, my heart exerts
A longing for companionship
And loneliness will ever hurt
Until I reach abandonment
Until they see no more of me
Until they hate my every ounce of self
My every whim, desire, my needs
It threatens their securities
Indeed, I am burdensome
They see me as a mist, because I come and go
But never leave a trace or reason
They see me as a cyst,
because I linger ever growing, ever taking
They see me as a waste of space
with no haste to change pace
They want me erased, and I know why

Without proper alibi,
I have to reason to survive
I stretch emotions, time to time
to make ends meet and feel alive

But inside, ever, I will die,
consistently, and over again
Each time I sin
to retire my insignificance,
get high and make the most of it

Just to forget the ****
they admit to my indifference
Rip from it all instances of failure
to make clear my selfishness

I'm fading, and I can't turn to them
They don't believe I'm even sane,
so what's the point?

Who's playing games, here?
I'm just trying to maintain my happiness
before I explode