meaning

watershed of emotionsindifferent onlookers suddenly morphmelodious puppets on invisible stringbowing and weeping, they mourn the actof crossing the river Styxarchetype as old as metamorphic rockas prevalent as the water vapor in my lungsand as momentous as godsgiving humans the power of fireyou may not be able to see the victorybut can you feel it? taste […]

awaiting the punishment

I feel no heatI see no lightI hold no loveI sing no songI believe no truthI desire no tomorrowThere is bitterness withinI butter my bread with itevery time I take a breathThere is sickness deepinside my marrowBreak my neck and ingest itMy heart is always collapsedSo drink the blood and be filledWith everything I’ve tried […]

alien or old school

you can tellby the way the wind blowshow it curves and shudderseach mile traveled is additional uncertaintyyou can tellhow the ground moves when I breatheon edge, willing, and cautiouseach beat is a white flag unveiledyou can tellby the way humanity is so quick to partwhen with any other they would stand firmthat I was not […]

giving my body away

dig back the layerseach layer of pink skintill it turns to blue veinsthe richness of bloodflooding my nostrilsI stumbleand collapse to the floorcan you feel death knocking?I am ready to escapeweakness becomes my strengthI’m crawling towards the balconyhighway smog blinds my eyesthis vacation was supposed to helpnowI’ve been robbed and secludedleft with nothing butflaps of […]

go, die now

the world suffers and burnswith scars never endingI stand backand light another matchone day they’ll understandI may bethe key to ending your painor the scapegoat that begsfor moreyou never wanted to be so freeand I always wantedto be like youbut you laughed, you mockedso I will kill, I will chalk upevery last pint of bloodto […]

passive vengeance

memories droolall over my present statethe exit woundsstain what could bewhat wasis goneI try not to reanimatethe monsterchaos magic temptsI’d like to think I was powerfulinstead I am silentpassivetoo oftenrather than the absence of courageI suffer from the absence of carethey watched me sufferprolonged my tormentwhy should I save themthey’d let me dieso shall I