Posts Tagged ‘Dark’

Absurdum Excedunt

Void, when the spiral closes
Just a vast of endless darkness
Like being buried in charcoal
But gravitationally weightless.

When all science fails
And the conclusion’s flawed
All of the mathematical method
Spurs like blots across the drivel.

Incongruent and inconsistent
Where’s the strict impeccable exposition?
For those who are dull minded
Like moths drifting towards the bright.

Eternity and energy in a fragile vessel
How can you sustain such accumulation?
Myths and mysteries drawn in numbers
Where the true enlightenment slumbers.

Singular Purpose

Dimwits own the world
Damn the day they were given a voice
Dumbfucks rule it all
Damn the day they were given a choice.

“So much potential wasted
Contained in my low self-worth”
She says to me with tears on her eyes

I’m self-destructive
My arrogance is brutally honest
Fuck the god in all of us!
As useless as the one above this world.

My agnostic thoughts contrast my belief
How can I be another stupid atheist?
This knowledge cannot fill the gap in my soul
I’m feeling the fragility of being a human.

Share my story in order to gain wealth
Make me useful, sell my soul to y’all
I don’t care, take it, just take it all
Free me from this excessive freedom/boredom!

I cannot find my singular purpose
To rape all of you with my every lie
Come, come out and give me the choice
Maybe I need to feed the shadow inside.

To make peace with the demons that lurk
And accept the things I cannot change
I’d be bending spoons, but all I have is a fork
Which I use to stab the nerves in my brain.

Inexorable

Oh, it shaken me
Like a big storm
I felt it on me
Like a premonition
Out of the depths
Coming from the lengths
With furry,
In flashes,
In great speed
Knocking me off
This gallows
I was hanging from.

Face down the ground
I’ll rest here awhile
As the crowd steps over me
Best to die by a hoard
Than to die by the claws
Twisted enough to
Bend their own fingers outward;
The ones who wishes to dissolve
The ones who wishes to dissipate
The once centered focus of
All of the things that are right
All of the things that are wrong.

My mutation of a name
Is not a result of a miscalculated
Alchemy attempt, no
It’s just the bastard,
Almost aborted son,
Of the many fathers
And many mothers
Who have whored
As I bowed down
Before their presence
Knowingly the crookedness
And end results.

Wind blow me again
The Widow still calls my name
For so many lives
I have sacrificed, trying to figure out
How to relate to the human race
How to become more of a god
I feed on, and I rape all sense of sympathy
For my excess and for my lack of humility.

My Decision

She likes to keep it together by pushing you to the side
She would step over you before swallowing her pride
She’d risk it all as long as she have to doesn’t apologize
She would do all this before she comes to realize.

She’s never wrong and she’ll never humble
For all the damage she’s done, she’ll never feel ashamed of
She doesn’t regret having to humiliated you
She could care less about moral values and manners.

She contradicts her gloating by despising me
She likes to waste time with her indifference
She cries, only for you to feel sorry about her
She likes boasting her ego by making you feel like less.

She fucks things up and never takes responsibility
She’s all about herself, one side blame on me
She feeds on her all powerful sense of femininity
Her arrogance’s set to drown any sense of sympathy.

It is my decision not to deal with any of this
It is my decision to speak things like they are
It is my decision to call on all of her bullshit
Never again will I be fooled by appearance.

From the perspective of someone else

Bodhi – Seoul (Erudire)

This one goes to my father
To my mother
To my God
And all the intentions they had for me.

Implant fictional memories of things I never lived
In this imminent break up, make me choose a side
Such a diabolical plan to take a child to manipulate
Push that love for a cornerstone deep in my insides.

I’ve found my shattered self
In a higher realm
Inside my own
Right where you left my dead pride and soul.

Move me with your strings, like the puppet you think I am
I’ll be bowing my head, waving my hands up, side to side
Dictate all the prayers, and the rules I’m set to understand
Push self-love in a small bottle that I must drink until I die.

This circus that you made of my youth
You made a pact for the cult that was set to sting
To praise a God that never gave a fuck
But now I’ve found a way to be again enlightened, liberated.

Ignis

Softly bathe me in your fire
Purify all of my desires
From that touch of your silk skin
To the infinites of my own being.

Afflicted by the reality of this realm
I run and hide under your wings
You intone so delightful and so calm
You redefine the elements of being.

Touch me with your fiery fingertips
Confine me within your golden halo
Just to feel your glow and warmth
I promise to never let go.

Slowly submerge me in your fire
To distill all of my desires
Just a kiss from your holy lips
And a shake of those wicked hips.

Aggrieved by the cruelty of this world
I run to cover behind your tail
Your chant’s so pleasant and so poised
You redefine the fundaments of one’s self.

Caress me with your blazing hands
Restrain me within your angel horns
Just to feel your glow and warmth
With you I always go strong.

Ignis, significant to my singing
You signify my everything…

Metempsychosis

Reincarnation in the same bloody muscles
The lack of a wall in the fortress of the skin
As the spirit from the past life chuckles
I recognize the impending doom is soon to begin.

Get me to higher realms
In this spiritual journey of ours
Sick of chemical spells
Drifting at the pending hours.

Walk me to the creator
The one who made it all
The builder of this incinerator
The one who ignores my call.

Fear of the dismal future
The thing I made of my own
The roaming of this creature
That doesn’t have a home.

So rest in my anger
My agonizing intentions
Drunk in apathy
Before these revelations.