he scars his body to bleed out the light, his sinister breathe destroys, his forked tongue holds many captured. when will they learn not to sway with the beast? they beaten and torn the flesh of the creature, rendering it inhabitable. it looks out towards the empty sky and grieves, knowing it has been cursed by the heavens, it sheds its own liquid being. it fools its self to believing its immortal,telling its self its invincible. but truth be told it knows its inevitable end. the acceptance that we must decay and feed the hollowed tree stub that once was. lying waiting in darkness ruing the day they exhume the coffin waiting for them to burn its eternity. its eyes blacken and its heart pumps.

i understand and its okay. i will not give if you ask for forgiveness, but instead present you the trial of lies. we were all cause in your web of lies hanging in fear. which of us is next to be sucked dry? you say you do truly but was i a fool to follow those words closely to my heart. if it wasn’t you was it me? who are you? who are you? who were you?  would it of made a difference if i hung myself or never met you? we seemed to play it cool, seemed to play it cool. the sound of reality rushing beneath our foot steps are deteriorating the hollowed ground. this is what i always knew. it wasn’t always you, it wasn’t always you. but why did i draw the card of the fool? and here was the distance Ive slept comfortably in.

I was killed crossing my lies, harmonizing with the voices telling me to blend in with the sky. Visions of lovers crying, questions that don’t receive answers, I don’t know how much I can hold onto this memento, its burning my eyes. The letters read xo, xo, and the kisses tell a story, but her eyes can’t lie, the deceiving side of her world. A waste of time, a waste of life, I fell for the dancing angel sabotaging another life. Now the heels have become claws and dig deep inside. She sat and stared while the guitar strummed and the voices hummed, you did this to me, you said this to me. The voices sang her life word by word, the distortion sank right in and left her without any decency, this is the end of her life. Again…

In my dreams I see the woodland creatures scavenging the eroded earth. Ripping the flesh from bones; a sense of false security overcomes me as I twist my beaten body. Facing the sky I see the battle of the clouds through my blood blushed eyes, a feeling beyond words, beyond the misery. Someone has to explain the universe to me again my mind has forgotten the meaning. Is this any relief? No more suffering, no more humanity, no more sun rises, no more veg dream. A bright thought crosses my mind, an eternal walk through the gates of golden sculptures, golden voices chanting serenity. But the walls collapse, igniting into flames, the ground as it was before, the woodland creatures decaying with every step, the clouds rain tears of banishment, of shame and denial. The strange figures appear from behind the blacken trees, beings I can not describe. Their voices have scared me, their voices have called for me and I am the messenger that they will kill. Is everybody still breathing? Grasping onto the final breath, those immortal words people will remember you by. There is no light no sound just vast emptiness, complete darkness and utter boredom, where is this super star they call Jesus? This lake of fire, that I shall burn in for fucking so many shrews? Nothing named Gabriel, nothing named Lucifer. I look around and open my eyes, I hear voices. Flashes of lights passing the outside of my eyelids, their performing a soul retrieval.   ….

Grapple the barrel kiss the tip and blow away, don’t let the wall stand in between you and your destiny. Call it faith if you will but the hands have pulled my head underwater and I now believe in the calls. It’s been simplified, cut open and exposed to the core, denial is the vice injected in our veins and the sun has over stepped its boundaries. Reign, this is something we can not run from, this is something we can not bribe; it’s bigger than a mass media suicide. The anniversary is a constant reminder of the days that will never breathe, and the moon has abandon the sky, its post has been filled with un-fascinating events, drop to your knees and accept the logic between your teeth, barrel and man. Betray, words have become meaningless and facial expressions have an entirely new meaning, hand motions have exceeded speed limits and moans have a hidden thought behind it all. Those eyes open wide, that mouth stretches and the big toe explains why, this couldn’t be caused by betrayal, this couldn’t be so frail.- the air stale and dead.  ….

I’ve heard enough, life has become that sad tragic opera you always wished for. The degrees that you work in are melting your conscious away diluting the oceans and freezing the world over. The cultures hidden by the ice are dwelling in a frost bitten kingdom franticly praying their thoughts away. And over their eyes are control blinds patronizing the ways of the world with 8 mm films of what’s good and what mysteries are left. The new born s naked body is held to the sky and receives its last rights and offers no advice to the kingdom of frost bitten Neanderthals. Sound waves echoing through a canyon side, fading into the remains of a civilization, women and children huddled together jaws open wide. Men with spears and daggers desperately trying, time has no meaning here. The white noise you hear on a daily bases go’s ignored. The scent of her fragrance haunts you at night. - (                                  )         ….

I’m sitting here in what is called my life (ruins with flames.) I’m calling out for your soft spoken voice but all that sounds is the empty side of a phone, the days turn into months, and the sunny sky has grown old and grey. Those eyes hold many lies, and those lips have met another gullible, naive joke. The hands that turn the parts of me into a fool, I’m waking up and falling backwards into a haze and those arms are not glowing in the blackest parts. Who is this invasion that has conquered you, a temple that will be riddled by diseases and crumble under the waking doom. A tsunami that illustrates its catastrophe, they will be feed to the lions; they will be held against their will and traded for crates of supplies. This is the invading nation crumbling under the darken skies, haunted by the curse of winds…… ….

I turn my face to discuses the vengeful media and it struck me twice in my wind pipe…..

Flowing out my only existence and graveling and the feet of my murderer I reach for their leg. I listen to the humming sounds fading in from all around me and it struck me that the earth is a diseased monstrosity, decaying from the core and spilling onto the white marble floor. Time has ceased to exist and my wounds of a half wit have healed grown to scabs taking the pain. There is nothing else to hold my palms against therapeutically falling from the sky. Only you can make this illusion go away, but you take it further into my heart. This is the ship wreak that you rose from and held the spectators in shock and awe. The smoke and mirrors are gone; the curtain is raised high and the spot light shines on you. I turn to discuss the vengeful traits and it attacks a step at a time lowering its fangs deep into my wind pipe, life escaping through the marks of a jealous foe; the days have gone by so slow, it’s the heat that sets the reason free.         …