Winds that shine a bright, blinding dark. Kerosene flames so cold they crack. Suns that blow becalmed twisters. Ferocity sleeping, nothingness stacked.
An even strobe a pulse of flashing. Hatelights of synthetic souls mass-produced. Hammered into shape a sign of times dreams. Turn into systems a new way a new breed.
A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings.. Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed. A burning mass of emotions denied, enraged by years of silencing..
An inwrought irksome rabbit. is washing my stomach. I can't stop thinking about my tonsils. how they are pendulating between my toes. slowly suffering from liberty.
Humanity peeled from our bones. Deprived of integuments that make us real. Shadows of flesh to maintain the system. Our own blood splashes as we kneel.
Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated.. Decomposing bits of organic matter, brought to life, revived.. A fluid, limbless, sickening shape, a faltering semi-floating cluster..
Strive, strive, surmount the obstacles. Become the essence of your goals. Hereditary dream. Pray that you may attain that destiny. Fall into the coveted line.
Me, the paragon of fear. An immobile skein of tangled nerves exposed. Hastily clawing my way into the darkest of my. Inner scenes of torture. . I stay my breath to escape this slavery.
Writing and embraced. Retribution. Soul eclipse turns solid. Energized. Sucking vomit acting like its honey. Deprived of I. Falling while thrusting squares through circles.
Dancers to a Discordant system. Listen to the hidden tune. The essence of lies in note defined. As we dance to the dissonant sway. The choreography refined.
We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color.. Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming.. Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward..
A stale organic cage. Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: me. (Lost in corporeal inanity). The user of my face; beneath its guise I rot. A paradox in terms. (I am now what I'm not).
A stale organic cage. Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: me. (Lost in corporeal inanity). The user of my face; beneath its guise I rot. A paradox in terms. (I am now what I'm not).
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity. No wondering whether this is it. Clarity so brightly wrong. The image so painfully absolute. . No edges blurred on this awareness.
Unbound to the pale and lifeless day by the multi-colored, multiform. A spinning anti-dream unthought. Exceeding the obsolete reality. Overheated inner shape generator. Blowing every cerebral fuse.
Melting hands, as in fear they've ruled. but will not anymore. Determination now only a coagulating fluid. burning its pathes down the sad soil. . Clouds pregnant with heavy rain.
Here we are to stay. We all can see the purblind day. Assail the cause. Defray the ogre, the insubordinates. . Restrained to live. Bring me home. Confronting mutants.
Here we are to stay. We all can see the purblind day. Assail the cause. Defray the ogre, the insubordinates. . Restrained to live. Bring me home. Confronting mutants.
Tremors, reverberating. Frequency of doom. How strongly the violent thoughts of vengeance echo. Setting in motion the strings of hate. . Shudder. Shudder.
Beams of fire sweep through my head. Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged. Sensory receptors succumb. I'm no one now, only agony. . My crimson liquid so frantically spilled.