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kenye Jun 2013
Maybe I'm the peace missing
      From your broken mind
Where your demons dominate your compulsions
     Wait 'til you get a load of mine
let them play.
kenye Jun 2013
Darling your blue eyes
Are more than just a mutation
We're all heaven sent
*A soul manipulation
kenye Jun 2013
Drawing your heart down
To set Venus
On
*******
Fire
Cancer vs. Taurus
kenye Jun 2013
Enter: Insecure like your neighbor's router.
The girl next door vs. an identity crisis
Caught in the torment of her name
Konfusion
The Konstantine of your dreams
In a nightmare of reality
The relationship
She fell out of
To follow a polluted path
             To become
                    A misled materialized martyr

After
He says to her,
Something misogynistic
about her role
Or what he thinks he can control
To put her in her place
She's just a pawn on his chessboard
Never a Queen he should be fighting for
Using her body as a human shield
to avenge his own shadows

Exploited.
This is their daily
He's the blade 
And she's the self-harm
Tracing the anti-battlescars
Writing love on her arms

Just when the knife couldn't cut any deeper
Somewhere between 
Too far
And fillet o' soul
She had enough 
but didn't break
Just felt her ego pull

Broken/Free
She packed her eternal baggage
And hit the runway
Running on the emptiness inside.
Fueled by frustrations
To keep the fire burning 
Before she doused herself in the elixir

A hungry ghost 
purging patience 
In spite of everything
Soon to be made up 
And lined up for the onslaught 
Led to slaughter what dignity she has left

She says, "Oh, but I'll show him now. I'm not his precious little prize"

...
Pt. II: "Come Form With Us" Coming soon

Slightly inspired by Something Corporate's Konstantine and "Invisible Monsters" by Chuck Palahniuk
kenye Jun 2013
I've been missing you, Life
You change like the seasons
In how much time I've wasted
It was a matter of time before I was wasted
The drunken bargaining with myself
For a better tomorrow

Into entry levels
A means to an end
To the point of meaningless ends
To consume and acquire all
Everything just becomes like echoes in a hall

What's behind the right door?
I know my heart beats the path
But where do I drop the four on the floor?
I'm always running with someone else's song

Living in harmony
Was always wishful thinking
But hope is a helluva drug
I'll self-medicate with what's right for me
Relocate my mind's wiring
To wire tap reconditioning

I just need to be restimulated
Desensitized by the mundane
Monday through Fridays
Into an unfulfilling 9-5
Cubicle anti-life

Burning the candle at both ends
Trying to find the fire inside
kenye May 2013
Siren*
I feel your name

Here

Humming 
My insides 

Out
kenye May 2013
I
Am
Reality

God mode on

Doom'd
From
The
Start
Divine grandiosity
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