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mads May 2013
When tossing a coin that'll choose for me my life,
My grandfather spoke...
It was a quiet yet monumental sentence
"Be the journalist of a dying race"
My brain melted away in thought
I didn't look if the coin was heads
Or tails; I let it fall on its side.
I let the air go stale and choke my lungs.
In that moment my life slowed to one thought
my grandfather is the most intelligent gentleman to ever grace this earth and look how the world repays him.
Give him health or give me death.
Let him sip upon immortality
Let him tell, but not force his views on others for hundreds of years to come
But do not let him suffer in the chains of our race.
Do not let any of us suffer any more.
mads May 2013
I know it's real,
2000 years with a lack of sleep
I'm forever dreaming and it's of you
Flutterbies and burnt dandy lions
I walk a thousand miles in unknown shoes
I've lost control, slipped into madness
And drowned in a scent that brings me home
I still don't know if you're real.
A day to day existence
No substance
And heartache reassurance
I miss you, the clouds are cold without you
And it's winter but fire rumbles within the ground  
The elements miss you and fail to comfort me like you do.
mads May 2013
"Speak in darknesses" said the wolf
Cry in heartbeats
Like the skies once did
Bring yourself bare
Tear flesh from the bone.
"Eat another soul"
Said the wolf
Emptiness can never be filled
Otherwise it wouldn't be empty
And when the bats
Nibble at your blood
You know the world is lost
And through darknesses
We speak the loudest silence
And with torn flesh
And drying veins
The wolf weaves a horrific
Quilt of death and full moons
mads May 2013
Death is the disintegration of the body,
Life is the death of the mind.
Evaporating from shackles
The jester is here on time.
Mischiefs taken from the book.
You do it so well
That only time will tell.
Another age old being
Left to be forgotten.
You forgot again jester
And the sand timer
Has been smashed.
Take the clocks hand
Jester
It's the only applause you'll get.
Breathe them in jester
They'll never be whole
Within themselves.
Take a chance jester.
You're already dead
mads May 2013
The black deer graces headlights again,
Unusually an often occurrence.
Beams burn the animal,
But it feels love.
Absolutely, entirely backwards.
The deer is broken,
Like the light reflecting off your cheeks.
Head pain, a headache,
Left little for the mind to chew
And I've been suffering for weeks now.
I drew inspiration from dust off strangers feet.
I've never been so dull, so bland, so colourless.
Mental instability, she's pretty but she's dead
And he's looking for cheap ****.
Welcome to psychedelia and the twisted webs of today's society.
Paint your own empty shadow,
No one else wants it until you join pop
And pop ain't my thing.
mads May 2013
You've never seen hell in the eyes of a thousand men
Not like I have
They came marching in rows
Surrounding me, dragging chains
I lost control of what happened next
The evil in their eyes crept out
And flooded the air
Their boots recreated thunder
And my heart was lost
I began to sway
As sweet sweet melodies
Ate my soul away
I marched  And with them
I carried in my eyes
The hell of a thousand men
A good head space? What is that.
mads Apr 2013
Like a demon
She'll possess you
Consume your mind
And betray you.
Barbed wire teeth;
A kiss with
Poison lips,
Rose stem necklaces.
Kicked metal chairs,
Cold hearted melodies
And a flickering lightbulb
Swinging you again.
Dust only a torment
And the steel rug
A comfort.
Do you hear her walking?
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