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Pipe dreams of a reckless mind Nurse my limbs To their silent end Far gone I remain still Full and rotten with apathy Forevermore unwilling Tried and loathsome Wrung dry By my turbulent dreams How I soar with hope As my body folds Listing, in the clasp Of my carelessly sown squalor
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I become spacious As memories clear away At odds with my current form Rife, with chaos and displeasure So much For the affectionate sea And its crystal, glittering panes They were once full With childish endeavors Unscathed By the bristles of time For now the world Unfolds true and plain Undiluted Unsullied By dreams or…
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Granite walls Contain my feeble dismay As I peer out to the world With jealous and seething eyes Deep within My fury billows From the hellfire I’ve treasured far too long Anger Is but a futile cause Which I must discard To sprawl, for affection’s embrace It is serpentine A slithering ghoul Yearning to force…
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He felt his dreams Slip pitifully Into the cool snares of night The morrow was comatose Light And unburdened by sound Barren Leaving his mind To be flooded by torment Nightfall Spawned the eagerness Of his inner perils To gorge Upon the fabric Of his squalor-plagued sanity As reveries were still Pale and rigid Through…
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Scant offerings dwell Beneath the layers The labyrinth Of this old and withering shell Peel them away Venture, through the fog And reap the hollowness The drain of dissatisfaction There is little to sustain All true and brave travelers Enthralled By the shackles of chaos The whirlwind Of maddened thoughts Shield a world depraved A…
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Barbed madness spirals To the top of my skull And I gush forth In the purest of agony I bring about Menacing streams of crimson To coalesce To unify at the reaper’s toll There is bedlam harbored In the treachery Of the tunnels I keep Each day I gleefully await their demise When the fear’s…
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They withhold My urge to stray To free-fall in defiance Uncertainty beckons To my frozen treads With a snare drum’s call to arms “I’d surely be doomed To a silent departure” Is the domineering cry Of vigilant saints “I’d surely be doomed To a somber farewell To convene With eternal sleep” In truth I keep…
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To be obscured In plain sight Becomes, my joyous fate For the world Casually, hums along And I may trudge Without burden Unseen, and out of mind I may rove weightless Through the judging age Uprooted From my shackles of fear Blissfully hidden Among the flock For peace within For the good of the many
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I dreamt of mended roads To our lost revelry To our turbulent days of old I dreamt of restoration Of peacefully wading Through a stream Of forgotten ills Of trudging waist deep In the foaming currents Of our young And brutal affections I dreamt Safe in past sorrows Hopelessly ensnared By a lucid stream of…
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I’ve allowed These loose hanging garbs To display my all For the scavenging world “They must truly know” I slave to believe “Their glares delve deep To my sheltered flaws” Yet these hopes are lost In each devilish wind In each timid draft Of uncertainty Before the vicious onlookers The all-knowing droves The judging swarms…
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