The zenith has inverted my hopeless frantic antics
And none have truly seen my eyes
Which flitter through yours endlessly
In them, I see the end
With more to come--
--Where are you?
NOwhere with me
So where's your excuse?
Is it freeing?
Do you even like it?
You don't.
You just love the experience
The thrill
Not the end
But yet it's there tumbling
Through my [ineffable]
Yes yes yes!
No pain!
No pain!
Please free me...
Chain me to the sky

Serapin, the night
Crosses my mentality as such
An end to her pain
Is the start of my mask
Which slips ever slowly
Down your brain.
Sometimes the festival hurts,
But now it’s pure bliss
A feeling unknown to God
Yet speculated as His source
But nope,
The only God is truth
And the truth is that there is no God
But still we prey 
On the heretics
The blashphemes
The mites
Stomp stomp stomp
Is crushed no leaving
The truth waits for me--
Not my mind
It twirls
It swirls
****

Bleeding from the skies
My eyes sing free
A tune of sleep
Of dreaming
Of you

Wind whistles straining the tear
Tearing the strain of wind
And siphoning the leisure of my rot
Cycling through my lungs,
The poison stops my mind
It drifts to another
Another of fright
Yet still I breathe it in
Hoping for a change
-Anything.
Why can’t we die yet?
Are we yet worthy
Or has the tumbleweed struck too close again?
Shall I tear my ******* eyes out again
Or do you appreciate the horror within?
Can you never walk without flying?
No more.

Too much.

Nope.