Staining, it spreads, every fiber in clear view. Almost majestic, almost perfect.
Clocks ticking ticking ticking. Digital things are ever so boring sometimes lacking this ability.
White noise clouds of inseparable thoughts entwined spinning webs made of dreams.
Lights throb in an unforgiving fashion, headache inducing light, so bright, so pretty, so hurtful.
Claws don't hurt, they never do. They are sharp, they are strong, they are beautiful. Smile for me.
Cast a shadow across the fields. Echoes are unheard of here. There is nothing, nothing.
Fire fades muffled air a smoke screen kissing faces crying shedding tears.
Emptiness is silence and silence is brilliant. And silence, silence is boring.
Throwing away that which is unimportant. Laugh it all away. Until you laugh away laughter.
Because in the end, it's really not morbid, not even at the slightest. Just, plain.
Trails from the contents spilling over, the figure isn't far off, the box isn't damaged.
06 March 2012
08 February 2012
Thunder
Low rumblings vibrate the glass held neatly in their frame. Bodies of water ripple, breaking them from the routine of a calm surface.
Pulse skips to the sound, the feeling, the power. Everything gets dark. The joys of artificial light.
The darkness it brings is almost mellow, without so much as a spark. It grows, it grows.
So take shelter lest you are one who enjoys such things, such risks. This isn't for those with weak bodies.
It would envelope you with awe and fear. It's every movement slow but firm, moving ever closer to its intended purpose.
It rains, it rains.
Pulse skips to the sound, the feeling, the power. Everything gets dark. The joys of artificial light.
The darkness it brings is almost mellow, without so much as a spark. It grows, it grows.
So take shelter lest you are one who enjoys such things, such risks. This isn't for those with weak bodies.
It would envelope you with awe and fear. It's every movement slow but firm, moving ever closer to its intended purpose.
It rains, it rains.
18 January 2012
Overcast
Dusty book jackets. Plastic wrappers laid out in disarray. My fingers sinks itself into the matt surfaces. Sandy.
Sometimes, I feel like I am being electrocuted. Calm one moment, absolutely pumped up the next.
The violent hurricane is over. Clouds still hang above, so on the edge of rain. There is no lightning as far as I can tell.
He sits on his tower, overseeing everything and everyone. But everyone is bounded and chained. And everything, everything is irrelevant.
The trivial pursuit of that which isn't even tangible is almost sickening to imagine.
There is no happiness at the absence of despair, only a calm. Ripples and waves, almost too methodical to be natural.
She plays hide and seek among the rubble. What is to say she was not the one who caused the collapse? She is never seen again.
Aches and bruises are the trophies. Embrace them. Love them.
Tear their throats apart. The only way to win is with haste. Mercy is for the weak. Friends only serve to function as your first victims.
If you can't feel the pain of running, would you ever stop? A race without end. Purpose is lost once the games began.
Sometimes, I feel like I am being electrocuted. Calm one moment, absolutely pumped up the next.
The violent hurricane is over. Clouds still hang above, so on the edge of rain. There is no lightning as far as I can tell.
He sits on his tower, overseeing everything and everyone. But everyone is bounded and chained. And everything, everything is irrelevant.
The trivial pursuit of that which isn't even tangible is almost sickening to imagine.
There is no happiness at the absence of despair, only a calm. Ripples and waves, almost too methodical to be natural.
She plays hide and seek among the rubble. What is to say she was not the one who caused the collapse? She is never seen again.
Aches and bruises are the trophies. Embrace them. Love them.
Tear their throats apart. The only way to win is with haste. Mercy is for the weak. Friends only serve to function as your first victims.
If you can't feel the pain of running, would you ever stop? A race without end. Purpose is lost once the games began.
10 January 2012
Chain
A light so bright, I'm almost blinded every time I look upon it. It doesn't take that much effort to look upwards, though I rarely do.
It's beautiful. In all its grace and wonderment, its light so glorifying I almost feel myself being rid of impurities. A light so gentle and warm I feel hugged and loved by it. Steady it glows above, pouring its care over me.
Its warm embrace, carefully caressing, almost in fear I would break if so much as being breathed upon. Every molecule of my body calms. My racing brain takes pause to appreciate the moment. And for a while, nothing else matters.
How sweet it is, its fingers dancing across my skin, almost as if trying to absorb every particle of my body into itself. Meticulously brushing every fibre of my body, holding it, kissing it.
A meadow far beyond my eyes can see. A light breeze. Everything so composed, so serene. The warm sun lighting everything in a way that is spectacular beyond words. A simple beauty. Grass between my fingers, warm and comfortably coarse. The clouds roll lazily across the sky, blocking out the sun but for a moment.
Lying down to take in the tranquil of it all, my thoughts melt like butter in a preheated oven. Eyes closed, I take in as much of it as I can.
It feels like a balloon within me is being filled far past its breaking point. Overwhelmingly peaceful. Enveloping myself in the moment, I try to breath in the very essence of it all.
I don't want this to end.
The clanking of metal from my shackles echo as I slump back down.
Who the hell am I kidding.
It's beautiful. In all its grace and wonderment, its light so glorifying I almost feel myself being rid of impurities. A light so gentle and warm I feel hugged and loved by it. Steady it glows above, pouring its care over me.
Its warm embrace, carefully caressing, almost in fear I would break if so much as being breathed upon. Every molecule of my body calms. My racing brain takes pause to appreciate the moment. And for a while, nothing else matters.
How sweet it is, its fingers dancing across my skin, almost as if trying to absorb every particle of my body into itself. Meticulously brushing every fibre of my body, holding it, kissing it.
A meadow far beyond my eyes can see. A light breeze. Everything so composed, so serene. The warm sun lighting everything in a way that is spectacular beyond words. A simple beauty. Grass between my fingers, warm and comfortably coarse. The clouds roll lazily across the sky, blocking out the sun but for a moment.
Lying down to take in the tranquil of it all, my thoughts melt like butter in a preheated oven. Eyes closed, I take in as much of it as I can.
It feels like a balloon within me is being filled far past its breaking point. Overwhelmingly peaceful. Enveloping myself in the moment, I try to breath in the very essence of it all.
I don't want this to end.
The clanking of metal from my shackles echo as I slump back down.
Who the hell am I kidding.
09 January 2012
Spaced, Part 1
A box of matches laid conspicuously on a square table. Looking down, the label says 'Wizard'. Wizard matches, heh.
I can't seem to process the idea of walls, or even a ceiling. But there is light from up there somewhere. Hmm..
There wasn't a chair the last I checked. Though, I suppose I didn't check at all did I?
Sitting down, both palms laid flat upon the table. The wood feels good. Comforting almost.
Blood. I come to realize there seems to be a wound in my mouth. The taste of blood is sweet as always.
My throat is dry despite this. I remember nothing. But I can clearly read. Where the hell am I? Damn.
The feeling of the chair and table stays ever so consciously in my head. I have since then realized I have absolutely no clothing on. Interesting.
More interestingly, my body seems not to be sweating at all. I can't seem to perceive of the temperature as well, though clearly it seems to be cool enough.
'Wizard'. The familiarity of it all irks me. There is exactly one match inside. I didn't need to check. I knew this.
I remove the one match from its box and light it with a single strike. Almost immediately, I instinctively dropped it.
The flames lick the table, burning it slightly. The touch of what's left is warm, rugged and somehow, bitter.
My head is in pain. Metaphorical knots tied inside, too tight to be undone, that's how the pain is like.
Where am I? What are these things? This "room" I'm in doesn't seem to have any limits upwards or side.
The light, wherever it's from, is fading.
I can't seem to process the idea of walls, or even a ceiling. But there is light from up there somewhere. Hmm..
There wasn't a chair the last I checked. Though, I suppose I didn't check at all did I?
Sitting down, both palms laid flat upon the table. The wood feels good. Comforting almost.
Blood. I come to realize there seems to be a wound in my mouth. The taste of blood is sweet as always.
My throat is dry despite this. I remember nothing. But I can clearly read. Where the hell am I? Damn.
The feeling of the chair and table stays ever so consciously in my head. I have since then realized I have absolutely no clothing on. Interesting.
More interestingly, my body seems not to be sweating at all. I can't seem to perceive of the temperature as well, though clearly it seems to be cool enough.
'Wizard'. The familiarity of it all irks me. There is exactly one match inside. I didn't need to check. I knew this.
I remove the one match from its box and light it with a single strike. Almost immediately, I instinctively dropped it.
The flames lick the table, burning it slightly. The touch of what's left is warm, rugged and somehow, bitter.
My head is in pain. Metaphorical knots tied inside, too tight to be undone, that's how the pain is like.
Where am I? What are these things? This "room" I'm in doesn't seem to have any limits upwards or side.
The light, wherever it's from, is fading.
28 December 2011
Knight
Back against only the willpower that pushes me onwards, death, I may just make it to our little reunion today.
I cannot even begin to imagine, what is it they see? Each kill resonates like an earthquake when I lie on the ground.
Every heartbeat pulses like a hammer to my head. God, everything hurts.
Nothing is felt. The stabs, the pierces, the blows. Everything is just so, numb.
My breath grows shallower as I lose blood.
I cannot even begin to imagine, what is it they see? Each kill resonates like an earthquake when I lie on the ground.
Every heartbeat pulses like a hammer to my head. God, everything hurts.
Nothing is felt. The stabs, the pierces, the blows. Everything is just so, numb.
My breath grows shallower as I lose blood.
27 December 2011
Pewter
Look upon it's surface and tell me, do you really not see its faded shade of grey?
Each dot almost protrudes grotesquely from its body, I can feel it piercing me from a mile away.
What is it? Why is it like this?
Impart material and polish it till it shines. Make it glow. Make is practically sing.
I'm sure no one would notice until your voice was coarse again.
Each dot almost protrudes grotesquely from its body, I can feel it piercing me from a mile away.
What is it? Why is it like this?
Impart material and polish it till it shines. Make it glow. Make is practically sing.
I'm sure no one would notice until your voice was coarse again.
Corn
Cause insanity is just the world's way to let us see what is true.
Fall into yourself and take a look around you, is there anything that is truly sane?
Scream fight flood crowd bleed moan weep
There is a war in my head and the battlefield that is the essence of myself is having maniacal laughter.
Do you think we will ever wake up for this dream?
I see the wonder of how things are imperfect. How great is flaw that gives uniqueness to everything.
Tell me a story, sing me a song.
Let us sleep.
Fall into yourself and take a look around you, is there anything that is truly sane?
Scream fight flood crowd bleed moan weep
There is a war in my head and the battlefield that is the essence of myself is having maniacal laughter.
Do you think we will ever wake up for this dream?
I see the wonder of how things are imperfect. How great is flaw that gives uniqueness to everything.
Tell me a story, sing me a song.
Let us sleep.
25 December 2011
Mirror
Whisper sweet lies into my ear and let me live in fantasy for a moment.
The sky calls to me like an abyss sucking in what's left of me.
I feel like a frozen turkey deep fried only for two seconds.
How long has it been since I had a taste, a bite, a nibble?
Sinking my fingers into blankets once familiar, has it been so long?
Smile and look into my eyes, do you see the void that fills me to the brim?
Jump, prance, sing, dance, laugh the night away.
Raise your glass and let us drink.
To the company that is myself, cheers.
The sky calls to me like an abyss sucking in what's left of me.
I feel like a frozen turkey deep fried only for two seconds.
How long has it been since I had a taste, a bite, a nibble?
Sinking my fingers into blankets once familiar, has it been so long?
Smile and look into my eyes, do you see the void that fills me to the brim?
Jump, prance, sing, dance, laugh the night away.
Raise your glass and let us drink.
To the company that is myself, cheers.
24 December 2011
Flesh
Look into the reflection of things and tell me, is there not beauty in despair?
Bath in the blood of enemies. Deep fry half their bodies and eat them alive. They deserve no pity.
The chills and thrills and screams. How wonderful is it's symphony.
We walk up the mountains candle in hand, meat in another. When the lights go out we feast in silence. The moon is out only company.
Forget the world, forget it all. Drown in the ecstasy that is yourself. Wake up and smell the cadavers.
Open your eyes and laugh the night away.
Bath in the blood of enemies. Deep fry half their bodies and eat them alive. They deserve no pity.
The chills and thrills and screams. How wonderful is it's symphony.
We walk up the mountains candle in hand, meat in another. When the lights go out we feast in silence. The moon is out only company.
Forget the world, forget it all. Drown in the ecstasy that is yourself. Wake up and smell the cadavers.
Open your eyes and laugh the night away.
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