Awake, warrior
who struggles; my dreams
spill over into consciousness,

The memory of a non-event has
me struck down with its realness,
Lists of hyponyms, this life hypnotic.

The moon forgives me for the issues
I did battle with;
The Oneiroi, Morpheus and Phantasos.

This 'wake oneironaut did not pause
to ponder at the gates
of horn and ivory.

Leave me be, underneath your heavy gaze
Your face I fail to see, as it fogs up in a haze.
Yet you stay lingering, our reflections the same;
If I trace what I hate would you ******* disgust?
Iron and rust, blood churned to acid inside guts.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete  
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

I feel your embrace, prodding fingers through my shame;
Pull them out to erase the remnants of your blame.
Your palms dyed red through my bloodshed, insist again
I’m one of them; a demon shedding hell as if it’s skin,
Pick my scabs and my vices to let infectious sin in.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

You’re a part of me, the pain inside my screams
You’re a part of me, replayed on eyelid screens
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you shall do nothing.

Apart from me you can’t do a thing, sans suffering.
(Sans suffering)

-SLuR

Amidst traipsing
through the town
I had such a clarity
as to where my soul
had been, as to where
I had gone;
Nu kyr'adyc,
**** taab'echaaj'la.
Who is it that's survived me?
Amongst my menacings
about this city, I was

human, briefly

His love is built on lies
Manufactured ties
His love is built on lies
Corporations never die
Spreading love like a franchise
Tears can turn into ice,
Only if you’re nice
And you pay the right price.

-SLuR

My eyes creak open, rusted from sleep
Mice stir between the walls,
Scurrying away with my heartbeat.
I hear a peep, dust falls from the chimney
Sneak a peek around the corner,
To see the perfect form of horror.

Shadowed figure, hidden visage
Eying the room, suspicious.
A malicious grin spreads, fingers twitch
Towards decorated sweet breads.
Licks his lips, as he cleans the plate
Then makes his way to my giving tree,
A beacon to guide this demon, unholy.

Quick with the turtle tendencies
To hide underneath my shells,
Pop a shot in his gut full of sweets,
To feed him my own version of hell.
Can’t speak without teeth, he mutters a “**, **, hum.”
I guess I was a bit naughty, ‘cause Santa is go, go, gone.

-SLuR

I thought sacrificing my ego
would make me better; praising The Entheon
could make me happier.

I was wrong, without an ego
I lost everything, one needs
a coherent self to function.
I'll pray to The Apotheon
and give myself to the enemy.

I will lose nothing
in the dark and embrace the thing
I held back for so long.

I will study the dark arts again,
Sorcery and addiction.

I will trust in myself to do the right thing.