Sullen, I loom forth into the microcosm,. Exuberant voices abound.. I hear their scrapings of life,. Falling, into infinity.. . Knowledge is understanding,.
I see them coming at me all the time,. Lashing out, killing me over and over again.. And I laugh for I enjoy all the deaths that I receive,. The pain and destruction of my flesh,.
Incessent Drone Of Misery. Pyrrhonism Grows Into My Veins. Like A Parasite Feeding Upon My Gain. . In The Wake Of Elucidation. Thoughts Are Manifested Amidst The Senses.
Passing through matter,. I tear onwards.. Bitterness empowers my will,. Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh,. As I surround...... . Chaos revels in my mind..
Disgust for the standards set by you,. Disgust for your aims of mass control.. Freedom is your silencing mechanism,. Fortunately for you people are too blind and ignorant to see,.
This air of silence,. Breathes through the sullen mist.. Transparent winds,. Ease these age-old wounds.. . As stale thoughts disappear,. Through Morpheus pathways..
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..
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..
'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..