An endless aperture is the essence of their disposition obtuse at the surface.
Pernicious in being. Cut through the superficial, cursory effusion.The forsaken confront entropy. Alone, helpless, wandering toward demise. I was left deserted to face futility.
Wide eyes in rapture, unfulfillment and ignorance they remain. Until their ruin.Bring me the comfort of cold inertia. Bring me the graves, poised for our leaden demise. Our extinction, seeded in blind avarice.This vermin, these ingrates.
” What of this radiance we have left behind? ”Truth has no name here. Anonymous in clouded vision. Our disgrace, far from reach.Unashamed. Unchallenged. Unmoved. You belong to the, imperious weak. Frail. Broken. Mortal.
I abhor the undiscerning. No more of my blood will be shed of pity.With an empty and unforgiving heart once more, I scream to the sky.For I am mine, the rot of subordination I burn away.
An apprehensive shadow is cast over all. Drain you of your divinity and leave you dry amongst the dirt of men.Drown in the quicksands of urbanity. You are one with them.The ground cannot be upturned to retract the past.
A distorted view of sexuality. Burning like cigars hung between weak lips, choking beneath the smokestacks of mental progress.Removed forms.
Below my solitude I abstain. Above my bitterness I grace the lie. Sinking alone. It lies below this tragedy, this suffering. The deeper I sink the more life flows out of me. Drifting towards. Hook clawing at my flesh guiding me through. Drowning in a sea of rusting faith. Killing your dreams with bleeding mistakes. She died. I rot.
These days of hope, a blade on my throat.These signs of dawn, just a route to my dusk.These bounds that broke, a prelude to my drowning.This pinch of endless, just a fragment of the forthcoming.These hints of life, just a gateway to oblivion.Reached my end. In the name of my sin and redemption.
Oh, such a breathtaking sight, of purest beauty and innocence, corrupted by this cruel world.You glow with the warmth of the sun, but your rays don’t reach me.This dreadful emptiness, the cold world.I craved your warmth, but it was too late.Too late you realised, that I was dead in the cold.
Make me forget the path to your grave.Make me sweetly fall asleep forever.You will never discover the truth in my eyes.I could not become the one you so needed.And buried for that in a cold ground.
Force fed memories, suffer humiliation.Victim of darkness, of the inner hidden kind.I am the eye within the gleam, shatter before a mirror that stares into a shallow soul.Alone I wonder, toward the unknown.Trauma will always linger.
Halls and walls of consequence deem endless,where hope is the art of lying to yourself.Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees.A cursed exit from the weakened mortality.Your indifference.My purging.
The shattering of ones self before your very eyes.The numbness, the devastation, the lost love sempiternal.Your mindless actions will merge and rot my insides until they stop functioning.Condemned to be left with nothing. I had nothing.