Figment of what

Chains bind a broken and bruised heart.
That still beats, though not quite enough,
It still has a spark, to light the night and find you in the dark.
My monster amuses you my muse, even if that’s all I’m good for.
At least I’m good for something, my dear.
Dare I say I miss the times when I heard the echoes of your heart beating side by side with my
insanity?
I want to tear a rift within the walls of reality,
Steal you all for me. Travel back in time and retake that sweet virginity..
All mine o’mine, in my sweetest memories..
Classically listen to the revelry and revise a few things here and thine.
To remake a candle with used wax and wane at the wasted sand, to sweep up the spilt time.
I want to reinvent the machine and find you again,
Get deep inside and waste away, just DIE!
I know I am immortal, but they can’t see it. When you sleep I speak to your soul.
My honey dripping from my ice pick, lets carve anew inside your coffin.
I want you to know I miss your entire smile, however though it may be grim.
O’death where are you? I’m looking deep inside to find you..
Lets put on that tattered robe and take a stroll, down memory lane, we’ll lose all control.
Take on a few whores, kill a few pimps and bathe in blood and spin our canes..
That delectable scythe in the name of God we’ll right the wrongs!
Do all the things we used to do, and dream of, find her waiting in the dark, sleeping in peace in
her precious little black thongs..
The devil, and her bitch keep on antagonizing us but you’re on my side and we can traverse
between both sides.
Heaven and Hell, who cares. We speak the language of the prophets and know the real name of
Christ.
What ever mattered and what ever happened that we couldn’t rewrite?
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Let the world rot, the frigid cold on your finger tips.
Remove it from it’s plastic wrapper exposing cold calculated contents.
Our disarray will be the over spending and killing.
But who cares anymore, when it all comes crashing down, the strong will reap the spoils.
People are just pawns sent out to die for the mastermind of the time’s cause.
Whether you choose to take hold of the globe or sit back in dreams with a crown and robe.
All it takes is one wrong word, to bring down this world of dominos.
Chess master, here, checker player there.
One right move and three aggressive strikes.
Blood is just the justification for monetary gains to keep the power and the machine fueled.
All the distractions that come with this devastation could fit into Pandora’s box.
But no one cares to look in the right direction when they’re shown the clock.
And the cycle, it never stops.
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What you want from me, blood from stone.
What I give to you, a part of the unknown.
Pull through the black cascade and let it be shown.
My love, my soul, shining in the night of our dismal plight.

Allow me to introduce, my monster’s muse.
The things I have, the truth, I must show you.
These beautiful horrible feelings I harbor inside, all showing through.

I cut the string, puppet no longer.
Beast of burden, inside forever.
I’ve learned to live with the curse of my every endeavor.

Come, kill me if you must.
I am parasite, part of you til the end, til ash and dust.
I compare you to angel, demoness.
You’re all that I feel all I need, all my love, all my lust.

Every vein I have, feeding your pain.
What must I do to severe the drain?
To keep you from yourself and hold you deep within a clouded estate.
Keep you without fear, hold you with my sword my dear.
I want for you to be safe.
You and all we ever had, all inside here.

Do not break, do not shiver.
I have a target for you, but I shall keep you within quiver.
Holding you for a rainy day,
the armor I place over your breast, to protect you from my demon.
That which is inside my rusted battered hell of a soul locked up tight, out of sight.
For it's a lack of logic and reason.
The monster within with which I must deal, like the hand I was dealt.
Tainted and full of tumult.
I wish for you to never see, the damage done by death's brush.

Art though it may be.
Keeps me trapped within the hourglass of rust.
The sands of time, grain by grain falling inch by inch until I float away with one strong gust.
How I must, keep the weapons at bay.
The door of the beast locked tight, the horror inside locked away

These Eyes..

I decided before you choked,
That I would make you every night for the rest of my days on earth.
The butt of a joke.
Our mockery and parodies never ceasing.
Constantly reminding, of how pathetic and easily defused you truly are.
Little wretch.
Quite the twisted bitch.
What makes your psycho brain tick?
I’ve delved deep inside your psychosis.
And all I can find are little tricks.
Raging on as you lack the attention you need, what you seek.
Now deep inside I see a hurt child.
A warped little troll spewing her bitterness all vinegar and bile.
You’re so special right?
If so why are you wanting to cry tonight?
I would like to make it perfectly clear.
Your pain sustains me.
It’s my mission in life to enjoy every bit every drop of your agony.
I hope to see you writhe,
While you conflict and connect with your rage.
To pretend you’re so complete and filled with courage!
Everything’s fine..
That’s right, you’re ok.
Fade into the night to awaken another miserable day!
I’ll be there, your little haunting shadow.
Reminding you of the relationship you’ll never know.
I’m the fucking itch inside your scars rapping at your heart’s window.
By all means, seek me out and find what you need, that dim glow.
What’s truly inside your broken soul.
I see a skeleton swinging from the gallows.
Seems like someone died, a long long time ago.
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Come along,
I want to sing you a song.
Come wither,come writhe,
in this cell we can die.
Together,as I fuck you dry.
Upon my shoulder you can cry!Upon my shoulder you can bite!
Upon me you can bleed!Upon me you can feast.
Upon me you can rest!
I'll be your love!I'll be your lie!
I’ll be your demise!I’ll be your compromise!
I’ll be your pleasure tied!I’ll be your emotions that died!
I’ll be the release you crave!I’ll be the moment of rage.
I’ll rip those gates!I’ll be FATE.
Around the corner we go,
hiding from everyone we know,
into the shadows of this empire,
behind the walls of the prison!
Come unto me and play the role of slave,
as I am the new master of deceit,
your sire.
I’ll play dumb until you cum!
You’ll pretend to love me until I bleed!
I’ll say anything you want to hear,
I’ll do it all until you start to tear,
I’ll do it all because I want something,
I’ll tell you there’s nothing to fear,
You’ll just lie again and say you care!
I’ll be your living nightmare!
Because this is fair.
you would do it to me if you had the chance.
I fucking know how your kind works.
I’m not another victim.
You are.I’m not your prey.
Your mine.
I’m not going to fall at your feet.
But you in the end of all things to come.
Will face defeat.Then you shall see my resolve.
Is hard as cement!
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What you want from me, blood from stone.
What I give to you, a part of the unknown.
Pull through the black cascade and let it be shown.
My love, my soul, shining in the night of our dismal plight.
Allow me to introduce, my monster’s muse.
The things I have, the truth, I must show you.
These beautiful horrible feelings I harbor inside, all showing through.
I cut the string, puppet no longer.
Beast of burden, inside forever.
I’ve learned to live with the curse of my every endeavor.
Come, kill me if you must.
I am parasite, part of you til the end, til ash and dust.
I compare you to angel, demoness.
You’re all that I feel all I need, all my love, all my lust.
Every vein I have, feeding your pain.
What must I do to severe the drain?
To keep you from yourself and hold you deep within a clouded estate.
Keep you without fear, hold you with my sword my dear.
I want for you to be safe.
You and all we ever had, all inside here.
Do not break, do not shiver.
I have a target for you, but I shall keep you within quiver.
Holding you for a rainy day,
the armor I place over your breast, to protect you from my demon.
That which is inside my rusted battered hell of a soul locked up tight, out of sight.
For it's a lack of logic and reason.
The monster within with which I must deal, like the hand I was dealt.
Tainted and full of tumult.
I wish for you to never see, the damage done by death's brush.
Art though it may be.
Keeps me trapped within the hourglass of rust.
The sands of time, grain by grain falling inch by inch until I float away with one strong gust.
How I must, keep the weapons at bay.
The door of the beast locked tight, the horror inside locked away.
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It was inevitable you see.
For this country to go into disarray.
Our once proud flag said, don't tread on me.
The hatred for oppression, this country once beheld.
high with its pride, we swore.
We would never fail.
Now today, in this day and age, in a sick superficial society.
We are the oppression.
Alas, how the past comes to bite you on the ass.
Alas, there is no place for the freedom seekers to flee this time around.
The only hope would be a revolution, so it appears.
But if that did happen.
They would kill us all, even our peers.
We would be called terrorist and made out as the enemy.
Not individuals sick of unfair society.
They would vilify us.
Drop the bomb on us.
Bend our will, and fuck us.
One great hypocrisy.
Fucking with us all day to day, yes, even you, and me.
Pushing and pulling us in so many different directions, we don't know.
What it is we see.
They fill the media with malcontent.
They defile our rights, and label us useless unless dead.
We're worth more killing then surviving.
Our state of progression is desolation.
Mass consumption, and malpractice.
Foolish destruction.
Equivalence for taking is giving, and giving is taking, creating, yes, is, raping.
Seems like everyone but me has missed out on daily happenings.
Centuries, of malice, and greed.
Our pockets have become the politics feed.
Their souls have a price.
And they wish to label ours, just alike.
If they can profit from our pain, and poverty.
They will, you'll see it happen, without fail.
That's the truth, in this selfish society.
This is, no lie, I tell.
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These eyes defy me.
These eyes deny me.
Of all things to be.

Greatness in on the brink,
hold your tongue do not blink.
Hit hard and run fast.
Its time to play the game,
don’t you dare forget your name,
remember the past!

These eyes watch carefully.
these eyes observe the insanity.
These eyes know me.
These eyes show what is to be.

Violence in a blink,
hammer laid back,
trigger shocked.
A body is bleeding,
the war is on.

These eyes see the blood.
these eyes hold the essence.
This is where it must be proven,
all things happen for a reason,
create the plan to purify.
All of that which they try to deny.

These eyes spot the lies,
these eyes see what they attempt to hide,
these eyes see beyond the flesh deep inside
Nothing left to lose,
everything to gain,
head first rush into pain.....

Below Soil

Between the night and the day.
The hours of which time stood still.
I had a visit from the distance, she came from over the horizon.
From behind the battle scarred bloodied hill.
Her body perfect and glimmered with wings of ivory shaped like inverted dhows.
Her beauty would be only described as renowned.
The power she held over my mortal soul as she grew close.
Impossible to describe, my ears twitched and my mind grew numb but calm.
Her smile was that of a sunrise yet a lunar eclipse about to break.
The light she shined through the dark, eternal and enough to make a grown girl shake.
The sword in hand crimson stained dripping with her prey.
For evil was the enemy, and I began to realize, I was not exactly of the righteous.
My hands stained, and my mind obsidian and shamed..
I in the end knelt and begged pleading for mercies to her.
As she took me under gentle grasp under wing.
With one sweet kiss from this, angel, this.. Glorious temptress.
I coupled with her and a benign feeling over came me in the aftermath of our love.
Her purity seemed to cleanse the soul and damn my worries even further.
As now would it be a grave sin to do such a thing with that of their kingdom?
Could I live beyond such an act she plays? Could there be anyway, anything to be gained from this other than.Wisdom?
Then a sleep came upon me and the things I began to dream.
All had seem to come into being previously.
Had I foreseen the end?
Was I all that was left was life so bleak?
Could it be? i was my own self defeat?
The one thing feared seemed to be the one thing true.
The sides of light and dark mingled and mangled my simple state.
And the rapture fell upon the planet.. Unlike expected blood reached every corner every drop of water.i long for her as i am only a combination of self infliction and total devastation.
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The elders tell of tales.
The wise speak to me.
give their gift, they deliver in dreams..
What a statue can witness in the midst of chaos envelopes.
It nurtures it develops a strong mind..
Fortune has smiled upon the wreckage and pulled from it a treasure.
My life strung out for all to see.
I was once a skeleton left out, drained I watched as a corpse known as me..
Did nothing but writhe and bleed.
What can be taught and what can be seen are often the future in a disembarking scream.
One left note that burned through the book can change the course of the story.
And one bad choice can be the ending of all honor and glory.
How we represent ourselves and our actions is up to us to perceive.
The bottle will not save.
It is only a liquid grave.
The rocks i inhale is not escape.
It’s a cage.
The death you beg, is in your own hand.
The health you ravage is your land.
You allow civil strife to pillage your goods and sit idly by.
Watching as all goes array.
The friends you think you have are just mere party seekers.
They become the aid to your hand and quickly you dream of the reaper.
The seeds that are being sown will never be able to be tilled from the soil.
Your song of sorrow breathes..
Your soul in anguish and you can’t even see..
Life’s turmoil, oh poor child. You did it to yourself.
There’s nothing, there’s no one else.
Your reflection lies only until you gaze deep into the victims eyes.
Then you’ll see your fucking executioners smile.
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Reclusive tiger laying in wait.
A savage beast, with blood to taste.
One wrong move and the world will collapse.
Hush now girl and be at ease, before the rage has a relapse.
Covered in mud and hidden from the world.
A crushing blow to my head.
Hide from the known and defy the dread.
Breeding insanity while surviving your own psychotic monarchy.
Awaiting what?
Awaiting you?
It’s not going to come, but im lying in wait.
We’re all going to get a taste of fate.
The snake coils and strikes at anything in reach.
The buzzard circles for feelings to feast.
Our lives are but grains of sand and our words are taken with grains of salt.
The universe continues to burst and burn, all the while our greed and lust yearns.
We reach we fall, we live we die but all things come to meet in the end.
Reclusive, spectacular talent resting some where in a soul.
Set in stone it will come.
Set us free from our meager mundane self imprisonment worrying with affiliation.
Political retaliation.
Our own desires died when we let the media into our lives.
Reality? You deny, because inside a box you hide.
Burying ourselves in that which we paint on our sleeves.
Perhaps in turn we’ll all find ourselves in grieves.
Clashing with style and dying on another shit pile.
Our worlds consist of imaginative thoughts and bile.
Will my will be done or is that just our self destruct?
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Menacing, methodical.
Mundane, fucking insane, the thought of intoxicated heart ache.
Pouring through every living cell in my veins.
The energy of ancient times flowing through this storm.
This essence awakens the face, the one I see when I sleep.
This era is far beyond it's prime.
I know your near the breaking point, it's time.
Inflamed hysteria, psychomania,
pressure, power, fuel for the fire, what one desires.
Death, desolation, destruction, the clean slate.
Wash away the wait, take away my pain.
If all is so troublesome, then all are bothersome.
Creeping in from the east, a wind of change.
One more time, snorting straight down my line.
Tear away the false, the idols, the arrogance, wash them in what seems closer to hopless hopes.
One moment of weakness taken advantage of.
Ring them in fate.

Desire

Prick your delicate fingers on my crown of thorns. Your soul has been scorned, your cunt has been torn. I know I'm obsessed with brutal sex, but have you stopped to think it could possibly be a divine hex!! Unto you Angels I Vex. Unless your back was meant to bend, then I can take a taste from the fountain of temptation and fail the test. That's why I'm the fucking best. I say my final words. As I dig my hands deep within the golden sands. That fresh smell, the scent overwhelms, desire has brought me closer to putting you through Hell. But I'll call it love. Don't you know! I don't want you to die. I just want your resistance to go. Let this kink stay! I don't care if I scare you so much you feel the need to pray. I keep walking around the race track, hunting the rats caught up in a race that's already been ran. I don't think you see me for who I am, and what I crave. Don't make me be the one to rape. Though I'd prefer it, its more fun for me to take it. then to have it handed so easily to me. Only this can mend me. Only this can show me the way to the lantern that shall light my path. and if I don't get it! SOME POOR BASTARD SHALL FEEL MY WRATH. Iv got this hardened drive, don't let the pain go to waste. just step this way, and let me show you the meaning of a real fucking lay. As I lay you down to fuck. Hands down below your waist, fingers exploring a soaking pouring cavity. What luck. Beg. strike me so i can put my grip around your throat. what luck..Iv ran across a gold mine, between your thighs, Lets take our lives, and tie a knot, until the tension forces our lives to be cut! Bend that beautiful ass over, Iv got this heated iron, and I think its time for you to get branded. ownership should be seen from miles away, I think I'll tattoo my love on you. Roll, twist turn, fuck, burn, never to learn, all this pain to gain, all the blood and cum to taste. I can't help but continue on this way until the blisters arrive, then you can beg me to quit! Until they heal, we can wait. For another dip in the cavern of life. Next time sugar don't forget the fucking knife