Satellite dishes line the sky
Sending signals and on standby
Can't see the horizon
Many buildings rising
Concrete jungle horrify

The motion that is an echo of you
are the ghosts that bear a resemblance to you.

Just imagine if I disappeared,
Would your memory of me be blurred?
Rusting away in your mind,
Leaving me behind.
A face you had known, a name you had heard.

A portrait of you I found somewhere,
Your eyes had an abstracted glare.
Why do I keep this?
Maybe to reminisce.
A time I caved into your snare.

Down here, it is dark and damp,
Like a Concentration camp.
No more desire to discover,
as darkness has declared every colour.

My duration is close to descend,
No desistance from this decline.
The decision to disembark,
Means no more bloodline.

Don't delay my departure...

I can't see...
It's getting darker.

Curtains are drawn, the days shorten.

Outside;
                 the leaves fall,
                                              it's autumn.

Soon I will descend,
nearer to the end.

In the ground, I will be forgotten.

The troubles buried deep in past.
Life doesn't look like it will last.
Finding a way-out,
His final check-out.
May the other-side be a contrast.

Attached like muscle tissue,
Exchanging our ****** dew.
Danger, high blood pressure,
Epicurus pleasure.
Our flesh and bones leave red residue.

They share hollow thoughts, they're just clones,
Harbouring a plague of bloodthirsty tones.
Violation begins,
Spreading their deadly sins.
Motivated by the cries and moans.

Affection for you I can't undo,
Adhered to you like a tattoo.
I'm a substitute, I know.
Hard for me to let-go.
Painful to dry the ink you dipped into.

It has been there for days, wasting away.
Bugs are summoned by the smell of decay.
Furry growth in a moist state,
Flies regurgitate.
Buzz, buzz, buzz all over the Charolais.

The deceased piling up in battle,
Enough blood to fill more than one barrel.
Crows pillage the scene,
Nibbling on their cuisine.
From a distance you can hear them cackle.

You see my face and race comes first.
I walk around and I feel cursed.
You greet me with "Ni hao!",
expect me to take a bow?
I filled the bathtub; go in headfirst.

In the dark they're determined.
Little mutters of feral sermons.
Creeping up within me,
Feeling very beastly.
Countless voices full of vermin.

It came very late at midnight,
Evolving like a parasite.
Twist and bend and inverse,
This mind gets too perverse.
My body craves fresh appetite.

Now and again it can be painful,
The friction from you can be fatal.
Organs made to measure,
We bridge together.
On this operating table.

You were overzealous, had me concealed.
You tried to care, you thought you were my shield.
You created this storm-cloud,
Always angry and loud.
You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.

It was hard for you to say "Goodbye",
Easy for you to turn a blind eye.
Things we did together,
Things you didn't treasure.
Our time as one was a fateful demise.

You like to make us feel out-of-place.
Consider yourselves the master race?
You hate and you fear,
But we won't disappear.
Because we are in everyplace.

Their bodies are in a state of carnage.
Their organs are used as hostage.
External dissection,
internal infection.
Can't move, can't scream, in pain, in *******.

Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a crown.
Othertimes I feel like I want to shutdown.
Give me what I need,
that special kind of seed.
The one where I get lost and can't be found.

You see my flesh, you see my colour.
Painted by my father and mother.
I'm not your picture,
to be viewed for pleasure.
Beneath this skin there's a lot to uncover.

A land abused in disrepair.
The void is empty, not much there.
Appendages torn,
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.

They wrote "Go back to your own country".
And said I look like a monkey.
They treat me like taboo,
a mindless point of view.
But with all the odds I still pull-through.

Known him for a very long time,
Our relationship started sublime.
My weakness for a man,
Is an ****** ban.
Our intimacy regarded a crime.

The walls are thin, too anorexic,
Trembles like an epileptic.
In my echo chamber,
I can hear them stutter.
Inner voices apoplectic.

Crimson red is all that I see.
Anatomy displayed carefree.
Genealogy,
Human colony.
Say goodbye to your family tree.

He stands there with a passive regard.
The silence mirrors that of a graveyard.
In front of a lit door,
enters the wintry air.
Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.

Darkness haunts when I'm all alone.
Feeling like the Antarctic Zone.
Suspended motion,
drift in open ocean.
Drowning body, this tomb I disown.

The state of absence floods internally,
Overflows out of every aperture,
Absorbing the entire anatomy.

Bloodstains staring back at me,
Illuminating every part warmly.
Blanketing the entire floor,
Ingrained into each pore.
Disinfect to a high degree.

Under this surface devoid of substance,
The days are a joyless existence.
Dispatch the sleeping pill,
Shelter me from ill will.
Slip away without resistance.

Black ties, collar shirts, a sea of black hair.
All operate the same, nothing is rare.

A heap of bleak faces,
holding briefcases.

Forming thoughts like a system software.

Pulsates a beat to animate.
Weak when there is a slow heart rate.
Within the rib cage,
this is the final stage.
Only time will tell to terminate.