Shower, you
touch me, still,
hotter than
clumsy fingers.
Clumsy advances.
In the water,
I see shapes
rising in steam
built by the
confidence
I can manage,
alone with you,
when I sing.

. . .

Lights out, cast a dark net.
Got the      yellow lights outside,
though,
catching my plans
on the
unbalanced heel,
but the      assisted glow
just makes my. . .
my aura cut out
a visible,
protective shape.

More than this,
in the music,
wearing my skin,
proud, yet naked,
I
      bravely emanate.

Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I won't live forever.
Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh)) Oh ((oh))
I just want some      infiltration.
I just ((just just)) I just ((just)) ((just))

I just --
wait. It's no meager thing.
I'm no meager thing.

Grind you up into portions.
Serve you up to the horde.
What was
temporarily
yours,
will feed
the meat
of
the future seed.
Sure enough
the scene
before the
excited mind,
the silent mouth,
shall
seemingly go
completely
unnoticed
til the matter mounts.

if god is good thoughts
and satan is evil thoughts
and along with experience
we use reason and logic
to decide what is good and evil
how is anyone going
to
have
the same reason for believing
something? that's not
free (life)
will,
that's brainwash!

Eyes of the horror of existence,
anxiety filled actions, driven of avoiding transgressions,
intensely discontented to what lays
in
reality, fearing of being caught up in the rhyme in it.
Rebellious only
towards the mundane & perhaps I’m wanting something I can’t have,
wishing to be immortalized in pictures,
slipping into mystery.
Everyone is telling me
to say something,
but when I speak, they smack me for being clever
while
in irony is they despise a fool.
What's the day without a little night.
Give the crack to a kid,
who cares, a war in the middle east,
rather a war on poverty,
they’ve got money for war, but can’t feed the poor,
always had enough,
seems that it’s always rough.
There’s a war conceptions, so the police can bother me.
Take the evil out of people that are developing themselves, some seem Heaven sent, jails are filled with Mystics, some want to operate in an easy way, but hey, they got to get paid. So they have everything in a ****** way. Perhaps I’m obsessed with finding myself in this uncaring world & for I’ve found in content with my own bitterness. Life can be so disappointing, passionless passages of time. Spitting straight from the heart. I can't rewind, pause or fast forward, when you’re the ****, the world’s eyes gaze upon. On the cover of the magazine, flossing with the fashion, tossing with the stars, late night, lust & lies, bright lights under the trending signs. Everything goes, through generally it does. With people's hands still out, can you really blame people for trying to get what they can?
In the event of demise, I shall die standing up.
Cause
it’s going
to
be
a
tormented & lonely death with a pocket full of soul, with no other place to go.  
I can give to those & I can take away,
it’s tiring to wake up, ****** up, pockets broken now they’re empty with bills to pay, just a body to sell to those sinners, while drinking bourbon while wishing
I didn’t have to live
so Devilish. Just a Zen abuser. But it’s like quicksand,
when you’re on it,
keeping falling, while no-one hears you calling, so you end up self-destructing.

Is there something you believe in?
Is there anything you think is verity?
How does this world treat your dreams,
When you face the ash and terror of reality

Lustful, greedy, hatred souls,
Millions of them, trying to reach their own goals,
They’ll put all others into dirt
And sell their own mothers for a piece of sparkling ****

Would you’ve really wanted to be born again,
Into this world of horror and demonic pain,
Seems that God has long ago forsaken this cell
And Satan rules in his newly born Hell

Would you really want to live in this agony and misery,
When you learn that nothing is an axiom, a verity,
No morality’s left and none follows
In the future light of the suicidal merrows

To each rebirth I command myself to undertake,
the closer I become to being a Higher Power, further from being a Muse,
those unable to do the same, it’s alright
to
name
&
shame.
The weak is here to justify the strong,
for most will read & dismiss it as arrogant ego, rather than a self-validating poet,
living in freedom.
Let us party hard, let us party all night, the love of sacrifice is
at the base
of the shrine, profit thrives on stupidity, shown most highlighted in trends
& forefront of subcultures, delusionary revolutions,
the world changes according to the change of the individual,
too bad ignorance isn’t painful,
for
I crave original thinking,
it is too bad I have wasted so much time,
on those who cannot even pull themselves to average,
you’re none to service.
Blessed are those who can destroy false hopes, illusions, trends, validation from others, dependance, angst & insecurity.
Freedom lays in thy hands.
(Heartache, don’t let it bring my heart down,
Jezebel bow your head in shame,
I am the light of illumination,
Mystical enhance my essence is, you phony,
you fake, I’m free, while your wrapped in children’s
attention. The sun rises in the east, at the Beast’s
discretion, than sets in the west, Babylon won’t
test. I’m free again, ruff & ready, you don’t know
what you're living for. Reaching replaceable average
is your best hope. Everything at your feet, still you’re
bitter, bored & sober, so you got nothing to do.
Forgetting suicide is painless)

The Inferno devours the infant,
Blaze towering the callousness,
The envelope of Innocence innate within,
Collapses under the Wrath of Hell.


The Son of the Divines fails to rise,
Wobbly and tiny are his limbs,
All alone in the cruel world,
His snivels muffled, by the Hands beneath.


Years into the Netherworld,
The Phoenix reduced to gruesome ashes,
Screaming scars donning the lad,
Made him stronger in spite the cracks.


It was time for the Sun to burn again,
For the ten steps of Hell would be torn apart,
The Bloom of the Phoenix from the ashes burnt,
Would quench the Blaze and obliterate the lust.


And so did the Phoenix rise,
Darker than Satan, yet brighter than The Light.
Breaking hell loose on Hell itself,
Wrecking the cages of the Living Dead.


He spread his wings, embraced the warmth
Born of The Light, raised by The Dark
But as time passed, people forgot,
The Legend of The Dark Phoenix.