Infection
vs.
Desase
no more STD’s please
it’s not what we need
we’ve got poor to feed
not children to see
how these hearts bleed
from this terrible disease.
Infection
vs.
Desase
no more STD’s please
it’s not what we need
we’ve got poor to feed
not children to see
how these hearts bleed
from this terrible disease.
If we are all born to Die,
And when we Die, people Cry,
Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,
deep in the Depths of Hell.
What business do We have keeping Well?
simply just to ring our own bell?
To put off this damnation
is simply procrastination,
Give in to the extermination,
and your ultimate obliteration.
But these beliefs may prove False
so don’t make them deal with the loss
with someone so good as you
its never to late to Start your life Anew
Seal me Beneath the Earth
Away from all these People
In a muffled, older, lightless World
Take me under Deeper
to Catacombs untouched by Time
Away from Harm and Life and Rhyme
into a World of quiet Soil
beneath the Roots and Ancient oil
My path takes Me through these places
To Silent Close and Unseen spaces
Where the Oldest spirits Hide their Faces
Following that Hard stone Road
to the Centre of
the World I go
But Do Not try to Follow me
Down this pass no-one can See
and Leave no marker
Nor Grave upon the Surface
I cannot let those Above
know my Delving purpose
for Alone I tread to Darker,
Deeper Secret places
A journey with no Light to guide me
and A Hope no-one will Ever
Find me
So far underground,
There is
No Sound,
No Night or Day
and Here
I lay
at the very core of it all
My existance
Exhales
and my body fails
Here in this Under-world
of Shadow sages
and Earthen walls
and Stalactite cages
Hidden from the Eye
of everything up High,
it’s here that I lie
Beneath it all,
and then comes that long
Breath’d Sigh
and that final Diamond-Hard
Good-bye
In the Dark
with no way to discern,
To the Dirt
I will Return
Just end it now
before it gets too much
I dont wanna think about
all the other stuff.
It’s just too much
The thoughts rattle my brain
I’m going insane.
Help me to retain
The normal thoughts that once came
Into my brain.
But now I’ve had too much
I don’t want to think about
That kind of stuff.
So I take the rope
Tie it loose with the hope
That might not end here
But who am I kidding?
The end is near.
I find myself in
a different space,
a different place,
surrounded by strange,
but familiar face.
The yet unknown
intrigues me so,
but it’s still a place,
I’m hesitant to go.
The more I stay,
the more I grow,
the more I realize what I’m
willing to show.
It’s beginning to become
from which we all must roam,
it’s beginning to become
home.
What am I waiting for
if the only thing I have left
is this empty
Screaming
Fucking head?
What am I waiting for
when the very Land
on which I stand
is Dead
And my thoughts and ideas
have all been Bled?
What am I waiting for
when the Ghosts are closing in
and my bleating Heart has fled?
My Mind has Become
an Animal you see,
One I Fear
and It
Fears Me
Give me a Hold
in this sharp and
cold
wall of Rocks,
something that I can grip
and not
Cut Bleed or Slip
for the Fall
is far
into that
Petrifying Mist
and there is No
Coming back
from that black
Abyss.
I’m swallowing this sadness
Licking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
I’m blinded by life
I’m struggling to see
I’m holding on to whatever
Seems closets to me
I’m digging in deeper
Plowing heels into dirt
Trying to stay upright
Just to avoid the hurt
So desperate to hold on
To whatever seems right
Life is just a mere eidolon
But it’s worth the fight
Just to give up
It would be so easy to go
Not sure if ill stick around
For the end of the show
I’m swallowing this sadness
Liking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
Storm-Breaker sits
amidst changing lands
Cold gray hands
of Sea-wind and sands
Pass through his hair
and Tear over his fair
Dense, stoic face
In changing Landscape
he remains in place
Mountains fall around him
and dungeons of icy water
seal Shut,
never to be reopened
lost in
Swimming emotions and
the gray of the Ocean’s
perpetual motion
The Storm-Breaker sits
Atop foam-crested throne
He goes alone
in His Ocean home
To meet with Fate
Titanic
Atlantic
hills
rolls, crests, spills
and his head fills
with the notion
that within this Ocean
there is no Law
and there is no God
But the waves and the wind
and he thinks with a grin,
This
is my
Kingdom.