Knowing the source
To this fountain of sorrow
Reveals the depths of your being
Each tear a path
From your soul to your cheek
Running to a quiver
Of lips yet to speak
To a trembling chin
Trying to utter the sins
That present you thus
Before me
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Tell me
What’s on your mind
What is the nature
Of the crime
That stirs your very core
Is this heartbreak a loss
Of love
Or the cost
Of actions
You use to deceive me
Identity
It’s who I am
It’s what I am
It’s what I have
It’s what belongs to me
It’s what I feel
Not what is real
Unless of course
You see me pleased
See, I don’t care
And I don’t share
And you’re the burden
Inside my lair
So do what I say
And stay out of my way
As I let my chaos reign
’cause
It all makes sense to me
’cause
I want you
To do what I want
I want you
To beg
To grovel
And shake
’cause
I want you
Naked and screaming
I want you
In anguish
And ready to hate
For it is my cause
Caws
Caws
Caws
…
“What is the point of your art?”
“To reach out and touch people from beyond the grave.”
I will get in to your head
Take your bleeding heart
Set you on a course
That you cannot depart
I set these words in motion
As a warning
Not a dare
I tried to give you a direction
And you returned with a blank stare
I told you not to climb
To the point of no return
But you will not listen
I told you at the top
You will only crash and burn
Yet you remain persistent
I guess that you’re a child
Who doesn’t want to be a kid
I guess you’ll learn the hard way
Like I did
Candles were lit as a romantic gesture while the fruit of the union was laid upon the alter in preparation for sacrifice.
This was to be a gift for egos who wanted far more than they deserved and who were prepared to do anything to get it. Thus the blood of the innocent was to be spilt for them to feel sated.
The sacrifice was a boy still far from manhood. Drowsy from the effects of distilled spirits and unaware of his intended fate.(…)
When the blade in his father’s hand rose above his beating chest, it glinted in the candle light and in that instant he thought he could see a shining star. A star that brought darkness as he slipped unconscious.
Blood ran in rivulets down his ribcage as the mother called for servants to prepare the boy for the flame. The servants approached the dying boy, lifted him gently then left in silence while his parents embraced each other in order to initiate sexual intercourse.
The boy was carried to an illuminated room, in the centre of which was a long rectangular shaped table, topped with stainless steel and behind which stood a hooded figure wearing a surgical mask. With a gesture of the hand, the figure ushered the servants to come forward then opened their arms to present the table before them. The servants placed the boy upon the cold stainless steel, making the boy display the slightest of shivers.
The hooded figure looked down upon the him with large amber eyes and with a warm androgynous voice said: “I am here to save you my boy.”
Translated from the shadows.
I no longer give my word. I prefer to sow it in distant minds then watch for those who water it.
You got all the attention that you did not want.
He sang for a crow
Yet married a vulture
Picking at his bones
Even once they’d turned to ash
Not the scavenger
He had predicted
Not the murder
He had seen
He tied the knot
She strung the noose
We lost the legend
And she hopped away
Gilded
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A time to remember
Came to an end
As a stream of noise
Became a torrent
Constant frequencies
Moronic undertones
Outraged overlords
Taking mediocrity
And turning it insane
**
Be the mirror
Force them to reflect
On the mindless whores
That they’ve become
Publicize
Don’t demonize
And the truth
Will change
Their game
***
See this world
For what it is
And save what can be saved
From the fashioning of life
Dictating thought
With forced agenda
Killing acts
To Make the numbers
And feigning passion
To kill the flame
Just because you cannot see it
Does not mean it is not there
Although the masters of illusion
Would tell you otherwise
While pulling the strings
Of tyrant kings
And demented clowns
A verdant view
The reaper’s hue
Stalks the shadows
With purpose in its orders
Four stars
Accidents
Suicide
Burning flags
An uneasy uprising
I close my eyes
And hear it all
Whispers in the dark
Time to act
Like clowns
React
Like chemistry
Silence
Those with open eyes
Held in the sights
They embrace the void
Before the sword ascends
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