Inside My Head


Breathing, inside this coffin they call the world. 

Cold shadows, houses on fire, what is this sacramental desire?

Design this crime fading from my sight, I will never see how I’ve killed myself. 

Decipher the meaning of what the gods have spoken, the torment awakens. 

I live, I wake, I breathe and then I sleep.

I am becoming what I’ll never be, I know that this will end in death.
 

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Home Is Where Death Is

Deadness arises from the smothering screams of sorrow. 
Divulge, the stream of blood, drink from its mouth. 
I am an arrow, piercing your heart, six gods and a curse. 
Blasphemous my lambs, behold the mark of my saviour.
Leaving my thoughts, far from paradise.
The masses are losing life, a woeful sight. 
Witness a culture of blood and gore, my lord beckoned from a folklore. 
The time is now upon you and me, 
death will set us free, death will now set us free.

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Death, Truly Imminent


A ceremony of departure ensues.
The third eye awakens, the god of muse. 
Faces appear in the water and the night sky.
They beg to decipher the meaning of goodbye.
The mouth of torment has no teeth,
yet it devours all that can breathe.
Death brings a dark treat and a gift of curse.
A smile visits the god’s face, blissfully perverse. 

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Remember Me


Remember me not for my skin and bones,
Remember me not for the sins I have yet to atone.
Remember me not for what I couldn’t become, 
Remember me not for when I had come undone. 
Remember me not for my heart of stone, 
Remember me not for when I left you alone.
Remember me not for my drunken stupors, 
Remember me not for my apologies that couldn’t come sooner.
Remember me not for the tears in your eyes, 
Remember me not for when I didn’t empathise.
Remember me not for the painful goodbye,
Remember me not for the time when I couldn’t hold you nigh. 
Remember me not for my regret and shame, 
Remember me not for myself that I couldn’t tame. 
Remember me not for your promises that I couldn’t abide, but remember me from the night for you when I died. 

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A Grave Of Stars And Humans

Industry made humans, sub-humans.
The modern era witnesses the horror of the destroyers. 
Watch as they march, they engorge upon the living, the putrid living.
The ministries have fallen, curfews can’t stop this horror. 
A national emergency in making, declaration of the come of the serpentine.
Behind close binds they hide, the ones left out, denied. 
Run! Where can you? There is no where to run. 
The earth is round, it’s a fucking globe as they say. 
You’ll only be running in circles, day and night, you can’t escape this.
The era of destruction is upon us and the tides have declared so.
Murder! Murder, in daylight, the skyscrapers witness. 
This is the end of the human race. This is the end of the filth that we had collected for so long. 
Father, where are you? Why have you denied me and declined me? 
The doors to the church are no more open. Where have you fled to? 
Were you synthetic in making? 
You promised life when we pledged allegiance to the church, why are you watching me die behind those blinds? 
I have no faith in you, any more.
I have no faith in this regressing world. 
Needless to say, I’m here to decay.
The end of my time has come to stay.
The rich flee to outer space, but will they make it? Will they survive?
The poor, succumbed to darkness and death so un-divine.
Piece by piece, the world is crumbling. 
Landslides, now a sub-human disaster.
Our last breath is counted as the earth disintegrates and floats in the the outer space.
Bodies, millions and thousands killed in a genocide now afloat.
A grave of humans and stars awake.
The end was imminent is what reads in the prophecy and as all float lifelessly in space, a light in darkness still stays.

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