I look back at nothing,. Questioning my singulation for pain.. . The torment, the tears that flowed.. Living my death every day.. Seeing my death and fantasising regret from those I once cared for..
Can you hear me calling out tonight. trying to make it right. and right all the wrongs that I've done. There are times when life gets out of hand. not the way you planned.
Inside and around I see misery, suffering.. A new level of depth for my depression.. Thought I could only climb from now.. Unable to see below its depths..
Once in a while. When I'm sleeping. My horses are wild. And I'm weeping. Just like a child. I wake up dreaming that I've been loved. . Nights are in blue.
When I have to sleep alone. When I'm far away from home. When I've lost the will to try. When I fear I'm won't get by. When the night is long and I can't see.
'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now.. One that I care not to meet.. . Wherefore is this grey fucking day,. That I should sit in here now?. Now of all times,.
Throughout our childhood, we live in fear.. Of all that we hear, never-ending tears:. Ignorance so absolute, within their minds so small.. Into the depths of their shadows we fall..
Society and religion teach us to love one another,. To follow the frameworks,. That filled their empty lives - empty minds.. . The pressure I feel,. Is fucking unreal..
Concepts, communication.. Balance, domination.. Unseen, yet practicable.. Where is your answer?. Where is your question?. Based on truth or lies?. Why should it be either?.
Rage intensifies my desire for revenge.. Hatred flowing in my blood.. My veins expand to release the pure, unbridled, abhoration.. For those who interfere with my life..
"He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of. great understanding, for belief in one false principle is. the beginning of all unwisdom.".
Internal images,. Scattered within translucent thought.. Order amongst the chaos of the psyche.. . The external dilapidation,. A tribute to their world of regression..
I Have Within Me, This Knowledge. The Darkness Within. That None Should Ever Touch. And In The Machinations Of Cosmos. I Appeared, Centuries Before My Time.
Night surrounds me,. As I sit alone,. In the indecipherable darkness.. I smell the noise of past.. . Vivacity of the wind begets clear my mind.. In eternal isolation..
Bereft promises made unto me,. I always remember watching them fade.. Upon winds of blackened torment,. The promises' I couldn't see.. For they are just words,.
Windows of shattered dreams.. Laid out before me.. My broken reflection hauntingly stares back,. As once again I pick up the pieces of my mind.. . Rebuilding myself again..
Born unto a bastard nation,. The dying remnants of our breed.. Aura's of,an ancient past,. Of those that knew so long before..... . But time goes on....