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The words of kin Stroll away From their reckless lips Burdening my ears With their piercing Toll of disdain I grow lifeless and firm In their cold Blackened swill Beneath hapless notions Coiling and crushing My lone call to arise My skull overflows With the worries and whims Of faceless passersby With the frayed songs…
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How terribly I miss Their thunderous roll The heartfelt blare Encaged in summer’s past These present roads differ Into a dreadful Sick-inspiring gulch Where malady Is faithfully pungent At home In its sweltering squalor In merciful dreams alone These memories fight on With the heartbeat Of former vigor and joy How they wage war Masterfully…
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I derail humanity With dormant words Overrun and battered By the treads of many before Tattered roads Run hopelessly Unresolved In each verse I spawn By the hasty labor Of a quill’s lightening edge My words So seldom stray For the waiting coils Of fondness and favor For they hold no bounty No truth-bearing cause…
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New world harmonies Devour, my every Cursed Ache and want Slithering fondly Inbound For my inner whirlwind Of ceaseless peril To disband The wretched Hell-spawned fury In young And heartfelt strife The remedy calls With defiant zeal A noxious All-consuming dream The conqueror The retriever Of my desperate, beckoning Cold and wayward hopes
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We were soluble Thoughtfully dissolved In our scalding swill Of young affection Beyond the world’s Uprooting hand Its deathly whim And callous resolve We were So gladly immersed As aimless prey To our swift And hungry regrets Prowling faithfully In heated pursuit Of our joyous And tender years
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I awoke With jagged And splintered roots Stained In ancestral red Pooling At the scornful And deathly whim Of my full And burdensome heart Hefty words Fell away In wide And fearful droves Doomed On the cusp Of my cautiously plotting Trembling Guilt-ridden lips What remained Was entombed In my shadowy psyche As I bled…
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Becoming the outlier Of my own Raw and tattered flesh I was hardly fearful In the grand, quiet And strange endeavor Pried From the lumbering vessel Of skin, gristle and bone In a stern Glossy-eyed Piercing, blank glance My unraveling was swift My undoing was sure Sent afar Enrobed, in a blissful haze As my…
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Sewn shut I can do no harm With the harbored demons The grief, I thoughtlessly dispense Bottled up For the greater good My dreams discolor Enthralled, by their tune of death On the brink Swollen And plagued with despair The world Shall fearlessly Transpire Feather-light Upon solace I hardly know In flight From the snares…
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I sway in the sharp turns As the engine revs And veers with little concern Time Is beyond my helpless reach As I endure The treacherous swerves Whilst growing sick With vitriol Swollen and red To a loud and fiery brink Passion Is swift To thieve me of faithful ground To lead my form Toward…
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I am bound Bashful and battered A tottering wretch The bleary-eyed Dream-afflicted fool True to a silence Spawned, in the horror The fiery bedlam Of his waking years With eyes Forever sewn to earth Heaving through time In the home Of his fraying seams Determined Yet doubtful In silent panic Assured Yet slothful In eternal…
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