Everything is meaningless
words have no power
beyond what we think
they mean
Nothing
is all that is guaranteed
It is greed that leads us
to perceive stupid things
like love and luck
eternity
Commitment attached
to a diamond ring
Love and luck
do not exist
Everyone of us who has kissed
believing that they have found bliss
is an ***
Bliss itself is meaningless
It does not reciprocate
Now hate
that is something
that never goes away
It thrives on the meaningless
and it is
therefore
the only thing that exists.

It is a violent love affair
I have with things
I cannot share
A ****** bout of grim despair,
A scar, a wound
That's always there
They cannot see the beauty
In the effigy ashes
I use to paint my world
It is an absecence of understanding
That they possess
A whispered scream,
a gentle stress
A breath is a dream
a gurgling
Blood quenched scheme
A quest,
It would seem
To uncover the meaning
In a thousand crumbling suns
Firing warped waves
Of possibility
Until you faint
From lack of ecstasy
You'll never know the truth
In my plea
Unless you take the time
To drown in my sea.

In fire
They reside
Not knowing what they've done
Until the tables turn
And the many become none
In fire
They will burn
When the curtain falls
And burning pain
Consumes them
Every one.

Withering away
In their individual hells
Losing every hand
With their individual tells
Long before I pass and fade
They will fall and be forgotten
Till their festering remains are found
In their individual cells
Flesh and food
And smoke and praise
Hollow words that carry pain
Syllables of fantasy
They **** them one and all
But they can't touch me
The shackles that they don
Exist inside their minds
But they bind them all for real
Because they willingly deceive themselves
Forgotten they will be
By all except for me
I am the witness to their glory
And the herald of their fall.

I know love exists
I've seen its rotting remains.
In your laughing eyes.

Bile black betrayals
Linger like rot on the tongue,
Made mute by masked words.

There is no sense
In trying
To be a good person
It is simply something I am not
Maybe once I could craft smiles
And repair rainbows
I was a hero once
But
When the ones who loved you walk away
Hero or not
You break down
I was good
No more
Only wickedness rules my actions
And even its hold is tenuous.