There was no struggle
Just rounds of true death
Inside a jungle
With mutual breath

Killers in armor
Had come to take us
To **** Mi Amor

And thus and thus

Our families were told
With the rest of the world
Another killer had siphoned
Ill and infamy
From an ideal
Lasting an entire day
That we will never
Get to see

A damaged hymn broke the spell
And soon opened eyes were abound
Coursing through the luring maze
Which led to a bright light
Of which hopefully
Would not burn their sight

"No one asked to be here"
Bellowed out the red one
As he picked up the pieces
To the blue one's mind

As the rest of the colors waited
The light engulfed them
A bright white light
Containing every color

All of their hopes
And dreams
All of their feelings
And thoughts
Were married
And destroyed

And such was life

The night was crisp as it can be in Autumn
A young boy I was, reaping candies around
For it was the night of the dead, a spooky sound
That buzzed in the air, an unearthly festive scare!

Full of youthful vigor and an energy unmatched
I ran into the darkness, in my hand, treats latched
In an alley unbeknownst to few in this town
A hazy figure stood, giving way to a stare down
It became clear that this was a fellow classmate
Who was well known for his wild, exuberant ways

Whoosh! We both see the reckless verve in our eyes
Whoosh! We run towards each other within great speed
In perfect synchronization, we tackled each other
Down the ground, like wolf pups we howled
Wrestling each other in true celebration
For this was truly an intense night of elation

Seemed like we stood a chance
But then you turned to stone
Again

Your hand still extended out
And when it began to crumble
I couldn't look away
Again

All the words
And all the worlds
Add up to you

All the lies
And rock-a-byes
Rock a world
Then rule the world

I won't let you this time
I will let you down
To the grave
For your own sake

an orange peel
that cannot feel
or a human body
that is rotting

we are nothing
but variables of nature
expended some
and then we're done

There is no use in idle play
For the draconian way will fill
A void unheeded by Mother's milk
Sustaining those serpents born to bilk
Before they **** you and your soul dry
To climb up that misty mountain high
With three cheers and a soluble dream
An awareness that pulsates in seams
Shows currency can not be eaten
When everything else has been beaten

What follows is not a tracing of steps
But an illumination of what we let
Become in an ambiguous reality
A hallucinating fine tuned fallacy
Each vastly different than the former
Merely, we are a stream of transformers
That will be everywhere at the end of time

Hormonal intake from your needle has begun the effects
I can feel the veins plague my many necks
After crashing through walls without any direction
The doctor straps me down and gives me another injection

I lay and wonder what will happen next
I feel the shortening of my many necks
The veins are disappearing along with my vitality
I soon face the harsh reality of mortality

Time to trade in
Old Father Tyme
For a concept
Of consistence

Ultimate resolutions begin
In desolate institutions
They rest in their pods
Comfortably numb
With contentment
For their mission
Is now accomplished
Voluntarily, they line up
Into echelons of space
Giving themselves back
To an entrance
That coughed them out

The curtain has closed
And a chapter has ended
Yet their presence
Still echoes on

Hello?
Are you still there?
Moonlight colored sheets adorn
The fuzzy state I reside
Between lines and prospects
Tunnel vision takes us down
As we loom through doom
But fear not!
My darling
For there is light
At the end of our tunnel
A matrimony of harmony
And a will of steel
Our vows raise from poppies
Reflecting beams in our eyes
Though, I may not be there
But hand in hand
I shall say
Our love is destined
To never die

We will see to it
We will

We dance this process
Until we are due to die
As serpents tie the one severed tie
That binds our only individuality
Into a legion of mortality
We're nothing
But everything
And it appears that's what's needed
A biting dose of reality seeded
We all have perceptions
But no acceptance to call our own
Of our reason of no reason
And you are not the chosen one
Kneel and realize who you are
Everyone

It’s nice to seek
In low spaces
Unbothered by others
And hide in high places
Unweathered

What do you think?
It does not matter
For I’m happy right here
Away from today

Crossing chasms
Into fields once resided
I could hear the giggling
From our childhood

I let go of her hand
Against the brisk wind
It was then she said
"You will never leave"

Holy vortex
Which rests under our knees
Bring us closer
To the final disease
In which we realize
Life is nothing
But a sweet, sad dream

Channels
Situated where they are
Give way from each side
In the shell of a deep well
Telling that this is nobody's land
But I don't care
I'm dancing towards her
The most riveting wells
Lie between burnt auburn shells
I'm far away from the outside
But I'm feeling safe and sound
With each step ensuring
The final point of no return
Lost, but surely found

Don't you see it coming?
Failure knocking at your front door
Making you one with the poor
Shutting off all hopes and determination
Continuing its cycle of worth termination
Don't you see it coming?

There's still some time, better act fast
After you read this, time has past
Hurry up, or suffer a lasting price
You lose, if you roll the dice

Maybe it's not too late
Maybe i can peacefully wait
I believe this is working
Hourglass exploded, this isn't working

Didn't you see it coming?
All corners guarded by broken dreams
People crying out with hellish screams
Friends, possessions, and worth, all seized
Just to make an angry god pleased
Didn't you see it coming?

An aorta of concentration
Relinquishes the trail of venom

It evenly spreads by seed
Through bags to senses

Why does it do the deed?

Days of Heat Hazes trail behind me
On a path I've chosen to walk alone
To reside by the wild tumbleweeds
Too hostile for mankind's brittle, cold bones

Often, I think of the days gone by
Laced in a bittersweet requiem
That hums ever so softly in my mind
Hidden by a face that's machiavellian
Made by those I came here to forget

Through the incessant thunderstorm
That dominates this part of the land
I've found a way to become reborn
At the end of a long winded Texan tunnel
Made by those I came here to inspect
And transform into an invaluable asset

Vile streams saturate into the air
Filling the void with an impeccable strain
It’s them against them, all for all
Violating the law in the jaw of the world
So tell me what you think is the answer
And I’ll hammer my fist down and say
Total annihilation is the only salvation
For humanity

Strenuous symbolism goes unnoticed
Meanwhile, there goes another head unturned
Living under the reigns of a bastille
You too will serve its subservience
Through a will for the ******
Egocentrism dissolution
The reigns of our destiny
Speak through me
Arrested development
For the world’s government
Multiverses all around
Mourn during the last sound
Total annihilation is the only salvation
For humanity

On that mulberry night
We had whirled around
The marigold light

Oh, how it found
Your porcelain face
Beyond formality
Adorning the guests
In evening clothes

So we cheered to enrichment
Of good times
And good ideas
For there was nothing we feared
Entrenched in acclaim
As all the others
Danced to forget their shame

I can feel you in me
Ravaging my mind
Or so you think

I've lived this a million times over
Yet I can't seem to find a better way
To acquire leisure and pleasure

All I can say is
When this is all said and done
I'll settle the score to my tune
For eons to come

You say that you care
Yet, you always disappear
No more hide and seek

in this climb
you were blind
so i held out
in high hopes

we fought hard
we sold well
but you fell
the way down
to low death

For every girl that is a woman
Is a boy who is still a child
Perceiving just as well as you do

People tend to forget about you
In the few minutes of infamy
Trapped between two ages
With no one to claw onto

Expectations of the worst
Are excavations of the past

Perceiving just as well as you do
People tend to forget about you
You can only hope to see the light
Before you lose your inevitable fight
Taking the words out of my head
To experience them
Until bright skies turn dead
And in this hindsight
It shall be noted
There is an empty shell for those
Who wish to live a life of shows

A palette of every hue, tells a tale
Visions of terrestrial views, we shall fail
As a community, burdened by lust
For green, in paper, until dust

Vehicles in bloom, make the distance
No question to intentions, incentives
For a reality, structured in somethings
A mere reflection, for greater summits

In days such as this, in my mind
Shrouded in willow green, I find
Must I question, a beckoning call
Before the season’s quilt, shall fall

I am blinded, in peripheral vision
To carry on, toward no provision
For anyone, or anything in my way
Until the white light graces me
In my wake

No need for dark cemeteries
In that hardened mind of yours
For I’ll meet you on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

So be still, like the river ahead
But run deep from troubles
When they call your name
With fervent enthusiasm
Like the burning sunset
Which we all yearn to meet
Subconsciously

So be free, like a bee to be
And fly high from sorrow
When they curse your name
Until we meet on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

The auspices of a divided column seep
Into lengthy karmic powders so deep
Met again with the reactionaries of life
Bringing them home in their state of strife
How they danced and bled eternity
Vaguely colorful trails soon followed their glee
Which divided into that same column
Ceremoniously bringing all of the sum
To explode and transform
Reinventing the wonder of yesteryear
Seeping out of the creator's tear

It was stepping into the Afterlife
With extraterrestrial angels
Singing the chorus of My Sweet Lord
In otherworldly harmonic unison
As George Harrison embraced me
Open arms, his face transforming
Between his and Jesus Christ's
And mind you, not the one you know
But the true Middle Easterner
Most Christians tend to forget

It was a segue into a golden palace
Where Krishna showered me
With korma flavored karma
For all deeds gone unnoticed
In a life of ego and suffering
It was a most revealing of times

It was a feeling of fearful dread
When Muhammad appeared
Before he gently let me know
Misrepresentation by extremism
Had plagued his holy message
And to just live for your neighbor

It was inside a bamboo house
That was set on a tropical land
I went in to simply find peace
And saw a golden glowing man
Meditate a couple feet in the air
With one eye open, he said
"I could **** you with one thought
Conversely, you could too
However, we sit in peace
And there is great power in that"

It was all the same