as the sun dances off the water ( Read more... )

Can’t you see we’re all going to hell?

The clouds of the afternoon low-light
Pillow out across the earth,
Blanketing the blessed
And covering the damned
With the calculated coldness
Of a carefully crafted grey;
They're silently stealing life
From the pulse of the world.
See there?
Two monstrous menacing hands
Hang somewhere just above the surface

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screams freak and damage
with a frequence anonymous
as our focus fades to nothing
and this motion dulls away.

the simulation exceeds all expectation
and hearts break
declaring war on the minds of reality.

I see you
gawk at their run-on vulgarity;
scoff at their humble truth.

who are you to preach stories
of experience?

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Empires of dust
Build corridors
And alleyways
And mysteries of the new
On the falsified pasts
Of stone based people
Questioning the truth of thought
And the use of struggle
As the mumbling
And the insane
Face off
Against the scientists
And the scholars
Observing from afar

“February”

This town will surely kill me
Before the day is through.
This town will surely kill me
With its royal shades of blue.
This town will surely kill me
With stabbing swords of darkest flight.
This town will surely kill me
And it will doubtless take delight.

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seeking solace in the night,
silence straddles dark's resolve
with sighing screams
of passionate torture.
it threatens to break
with friendless violence and harm.

amid the universal sparks
and crackling flames
this intercourse of dreams
feels fruitless.