The Broken Ones

Was with all the thoughts before,
My heart you seemed to adore.
You plucked every cored,
So sweet the strum was in my core.

I see everything was a lie,
The high you gave i'll still feel in the grave.
This i will not be tempted to forgive,
Without you i don't know how i'll live.

All the promises are shatterd,
I geuss i never really matterd.
ripped and batterd im a glass house,
So you throw stones where you already see cracks..

(Gravity Permits Failures)

The constructing sea parades

around cosmological stars,

Looking at my own terminalisation,  

searching from a far,

breathing continually diverting,

Resting elimination,

invasion,

highest degree of

Moon-full militarization,  

broken fractures of periodical existence,

praying on obsolescent minds,

roaring gases shriek terror over mankind,

Darkness and light mangled around

Roman and Greek timelines,

shivering children pushing money  

inside a trans-Atlantic slot machine,

I took one last minor step,

footstep grow colder,

with every mutter,

suddenly the bewildering air

turns backwards without having foreseen....

Epiphany Of Giving

I look at situations and say "See how fucked up life is?"
The pain, the heartache, the sacrifices
I made for the sake of everyone else
I thought I was doing right by neglecting myself
I thought what you put out you get in return
Never been more wrong quickly did I learn
That I have to choose my happiness first
Giving is a gift but it's also a curse
I've endured many selfish acts to get that message
Manipulation is a dangerous lethal weapon
It was used on me I have the scars to prove it
Crying asking myself "How much longer can I do this?"
If caring is sharing then people don't care much
Instead of caring I should be careful of such
Acts of hypocrisy, lack of reciprocity
I kept a good soul and what has it gotten me?
Nowhere but right back where I started
Mad, sad, and brokenhearted
With insides that resembles the artic

Marked Absent

Sadly you died before you could be confronted
About how you abandoned me and made me feel unwanted
What kind of a man deserts his seed?
You added me on to a statistical breed
A bastard child forced to grow up in a single parent home
That was your way of telling me I'm officially disowned
No explanation, no phone call, no occasional visits
No Easter, no Christmas, no birthday wishes
As I got older it became obvious you didn't give a damn
I can't call you Dad, hell I can't even call you a man
Basically all you were was a sperm donor
Partially responsible for the conception but didn't own up
To the psychological pain you caused me to go through
I mind as well say stranger I don't even know you
An imperfect stranger who helped with my existence
Didn't have to be with Mom but you could've handled your business
Why was I forced to suffer the consequences?
I grew up hating you with so much resentment
You missed the opportunity to see what I've become
And to think I was your only son

"Antics"

Hold me    
Meld me    
If that's how it must be done    
Don’t you see the twisting lights?    
Wont shine bright    
For sinners and lovers tonight    
For now it’s just you, me and this space    
Don’t waste your time on your lover tonight    
 
She wears a lonely smile    
To her other lover she runs to reconcile    
Turn on the spotlight    
Turn on the search lights    
All history dies with you    
When there is nothing left to say    
turn your face away    
fade into the arms of another.    
 
“Somewhere she films a porno    
Her sprit Lost to god knows where    
Forever seems like a long time    
Her soul stripped raw and bare”    
 
Hold me,    
Control me    
If that’s how it must be done!

"Ian Curtis Territory"

You lie
I lie
The circle is complete
I fib
You fib
In competition we compete.
it was easy
when we were strangers
jumping over trip wires
avoiding the dangers
years later
we learn
that everything changes
If i am the women
Then you are the man
Your bread with butter
Stand this side of the pram
I am pushing you away
I am descending through Ian Curtis territory
Tergetory unknown
through savage lands still not fully known
i have his spirit
i have his feeling
i am moving
i am believing
Through grey skies the seas of discontent beat
This boat capsized then sinks
I lie
You lie
Except you are much better
You fib
I fib
Barb wire caress's
To keep us fitter
Who am I?
Who are you?
These lies I hear turn out to be true
Your body language hides the bitterness and deceit
I found out about you my sweet, I found out about you.

Twisting the lid off the bottle
Taking out the little Grimm Reapers
Counting how many will do the trick
Swallowing handfuls of the devil (angel?)
Downing the amber liquid
Falling asleep
Hoping to never wake up

On Word



The world is a factory,
Full of machines;
Each replaced
By a new generation.

I am a robot, metal shell,
And full of clockwork.

But really,
I am a breath
Dying inside.

As the gears continue
To turn onward;
An intricate jigsaw
Of moving parts.

The clockwork ticks,
And time breaks away;
To nothing more
Than a Poetic echo.

Smoke floats high
From the tall chimneys;
It captures my imagination.

A dreamer myself

One 'man's' trash,
Can be a real Man's treasure;
Yet e'er expendable
If not, replaceable
By a new model.

A different dream

And like any sad scattering
Amongst the ashes of regret,

Will simply shift along
With all the other broken pieces
Of this tired universe.

Rendering Monsters



When distance grew all it could take
From fractured thoughts hell-bent to break
In earnest counsel's silent sound
Heard sullied beauty had been found

Thus Purple then took sight of me
To haunt my inner sanctity
Till secret depths secured inside
Could compromise as where to hide

From evil most would not believe
Tho' let alone so much conceive
How tortured games make sadists' play
Methodical in every way

But when of your sagacious sight
Was sought to stay my losing fight
I read as were mere banished thought
The 'me effect' my illness brought

Now never mind what all's entwined
An exiled notion, once consigned
Must understand her only place
Homes banished thoughts she too won't face

Where lying hopes cry destitute
And terror screams for absolute
Should endless torment e'er endure
With death be prayed my only cure

Quietly Suffering

Damn white picket fence
I've lost my way
Lost all sense
Sick and tired of playing house
It's chained me down
Sucked me in
Sucked me dry
About to drown
I've been molded and shaped
Unable to escape
This image you have created
My own reflection causing so much pain
I beg you to unlock these chains
On my knees
Please let be
Can't you see your killing me
In the end none of this matters
Here I'll stay bonded by honor