Between Life And Death
All my time spent on this inauspicious earth had come to nought
Only memories and tales of arduous battles well fought
with scar wounds deep like canyons filled with Anguish
my life filled with extraneous decorations leave me Tainted
darkness seems beautiful and elegant,it's somewhere i need to be
where the rose stems bleed toxins that make me feel free
they say lifes a stroll? but i feel trapped and not Whole
Like nest dwellers awaiting to Joust and ridicule my soul
subfuscous mist form obscuring my vision and Path
consciousness suddenly expires, another Victim of Lifes Wrath
Shadows abrade dawn
Wind whistles songs lost in day;
raven stalks its prey
My thoughts blurred together, stretching forever, and fading to black
distorted mind n clarity lacks, can't differentiate if seconds or minutes have passed
n although im at rest on my back, I feel as im just a single entity of sentience thats
totally detached, from my physical self, so my physical health means nothing now
with clouded judgement, im shrouded in apprehension of this dusk thats coming about,
afraid of this overwhelming fate, but somehow an uncertainty of reality screams aloud
A feeling of unease bestows me, like a balloon thats rising up through these storm clouds,
now the curtains closing, my futures overcast, my being's expiration is iminent
and I feel in this world, I can no longer last, this life slipping from my grasp, im gasping
as I feel my very existence drain away like the lake thats evaporating
Taunting starlit gaze
Fugue strays out of days
Morning lies in grey
Clouds desperse with words churned in a hurst,
Thoughts getting worst as blood stains the tip of my words.
Dabble the reason to be obnoxious with a pathological dream,
Shadow the sky with holocaust screams to fill my canteen.
Hurling last nights soul out into the fountain of youth,
Beckoning soup for hearts that need the warmth from truth.
Slap surreal across the face to manage who is the leader,
Couple of alcohol drips, stained blade and blown speakers.
Just to set the mood right for the dusk till dawn advocate,
Cause earth Is a lifeless bitch I've fucked for time management.
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Haunted In The Astral
Love Is... Pt 1
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