The salt from my eyes burn. As does the acid of my tongue.. Might I unearth the hatchet. . And put it to proper use.. Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight..
Fail the sun to shine. As there is no more beauty left to alighten. What was once flourished has withered away. And what will not weather I cannot stomach.
The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore. The potency that is my being is far ruin. Far from silenced And far from death. With Severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper.
The salt from my eyes burn. As does the acid of my tongue.. Might I unearth the hatchet. . And put it to proper use.. Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight..
This was no upbringing. It only tore me down.. I was not taught. I was twisted.. This education is deprivation of the truth, halting my growth.. . Governed in the wrong..
The truly weak spread venom. The truly strong digest it.. . Rotting from the inside, this agonized form resembles a man.. Scorn burst from the heart, rancor cracking ribs..
We cast no shadow;. The stars do not shine here.. Be content to light your own path.. And burn what you have crossed-. The bridges were frail,. The people, pretended..
Nothing that breathes is above betrayal.. Nothing that breathes is divine.. . Out from the shadows, well-wisher.. The gleam of your blade gives you away..
Brilliance,. A heart of gold. And a voice that whispers. "I am wholly miserable.". . He is the most miserable of men. Every word he speaks reeks of failure.
Here's to you who would ruin creation.. Here's to you.... . See here blind men, we mean to bring you sight.. Gaze long upon your wasteland.. Into the eyes of the limbless, grieving and slain..
I have this song to sing. Certain words must be screamed. Rather than be sung or spoken. I am alive and vigorous.... As they toil without love. Fight without purpose,.
Afraid to turn.. But I did and met no maker at all.. Only instead, reflections of a rippled self.. I may at last see myself as good. In a neutral pond unbiased and real.
A discontent for the vile and the wretched. Will bring forth reparations of the most severe degree. Things will change and I will be the catalyst to weed out the weak.
Death will end the weakness. I am a violent tendency sparked by the words of the world. An isolated integrity employing wisdom learned through the search for the truth.
It is truly the perfect being. . Its armor is tenfold shields. Its teeth, swords. Claws in the guise of greeting hands. . How does it sleep at night. This tyrant?.
Rest assured. This is sincere. This is true. . Let this be my writ of misanthropy. To a thankless world of men. Who have perfected nothing. Save the art of accusation.
From flesh to steel.... I fortify this easily splintered bone. Into a stronghold of will,. As the balance of man lay beaten. In the wake of its own frailty..
Avoid the mirror lest I break it.. With the stone that serves as my heart.. Accept this pretty package named friend.. Except this it entails love.. . Not so attractive anymore..
Poured myself out.. I am the empty cup. My hope has died away. When hope dies away when he says I'm running.. How can I keep stability on such shaky ground?.
Understood,. This will read as a plea to vindicate intolerance as surely as it is written.. . Understand,. Contempt born of clear perception is a birthright to those who channel it toward progression..