Long have the rays of the sun forlorn me As the veil of this futureless chasm engulfs all possibility A prisoner of his own designs Many a weeping soul’s anchor Entitled to nothing Drowning in the debt of his own heart Stale feels the panic Relieved through the cycle Even time stopped strolling around The promise never forgotten Vanquished all thought as the days moved onwards The years as fleeting as dark The last spark of fading stars A breach through the fire A bleak desire An omen of comfort confounded Cause praying bred caution Got lost in exhaustion To start with a hopeful flicker And end in a callous tone

A voice so deeply entombed, profound In the nether of reminiscence In solace he rattles the cage, disturbed by abandonment. Atonement is bliss for those who refuse to drown in darkness The whine and the whimper deceive me Waning echoes of wisdom, timeless Entrenched in an endless silence Your weakness lies within the rut of burying What upsets this fragile entity. Stripped of its weight, await the light of a new daybreak A new palette for the painting, A tale of thrill in creating new shades of colourful reality Wash away the old and gray Treading playfully is the essence Thrive and reminisce And as you leave the past behind Embrace this lively tone once and for all Looking through the pages of an Eerie map set in stone Where every outcome sends a chilling burst Right to the bone With vacuous pathways to seduce The simple minded drone And faux pill remedies to fool You into feeling strong Deface the sculpture, erase the maker Tumbling stone by stone Devoid of subject as a canvas Which is worn and done To find the bare despair of Souls standing now long forlorn Oh how endearing it is To find meaning In vacuous trauma Simply not for- Given in a vacuum Of the unbeknownst Static in desolate stasis There is no escaping time In its immense Abyssal profoundness A blackened well of shimmering virtue But the truth is not what we're into Curse the lies we tell To remind ourselves The status quo is here to see us dwell Walk in a straight line ‘till your feet give in The murky waters embracing this vessel of sin Tied up and cut out, the fish gouge out your eyes As those you’ve known as peers are standing idle by They'll watch you Sinking through the ebbs and flows At risk of death Yet stagnant while you Without a sense of self The individual fell into a pretend slumber From which it won't awake Demagogues and preachers Make the choir Sing the Doublespeak Oh how endearing it is To find meaning In vacuous trauma Simply not for- Buried before your time Red on your door Take to the skies There won’t be peace for your kind Believe in the reckoning The creed of blind Relinquish the throne In favor of none No regents to reject Allegiances to regret The covetous miscreants Collapse under their defects Oh how it hurts to find your Wondrous inquisitiveness Has paid off in the shape of constant regret such a mess As you search for your scars you tear open the wound By mistake, welcome to life outside your cocoon Live up to yourself, could you ever Avoid self-deception, endeavours to cover up the constants, that won’t ever set you free from a looped way to live you repeat like a creed Oh how it burns to be you… An ever present regret of our kind ‘Cause time won’t wind back And your dreams will be set aside As you become akin only to survive If only, the wondering if ever, the nether You wandered through tethered Like a swan to a feather Could match the storm you shall weather Earth water wind and fire Get to conspire Always some demon getting All of the blame An Indulging indolent condoning condolence For wasting his chance at existence Loyal, never pledged allegiance to anyone Faithful, never believed not even in himself In the crosshairs of destroy and erase There is a special place… Sleep Sleep

On the greatness once promised Infinite pages could be filled Catch the true colors shining Through the cracks in the filth Clashing with reality Your truth has come to bear A radiant toxic grey Beyond what words can convey Cast away Feel the scorching Of the mundane Eating away At your piece of mind This tainted fabric may be Torn but should suffice With a course so vain to seize the day Cause the clock ticks on, life slips away And the weight of your choices Proves to be quite the burden As you follow the waves of haze through clouds of greyness and emptiness Where the mirage of purpose appears beneath heckles and cheers, so Resort to praying, Hope is fast decaying And there's a very good chance things won't go my way. All the promised wonders never worked the way they should Deafen the preachers The vacuous creatures Pillars of sand Castles of rubble Who would you ever count on To get you out of trouble? Sins transposed, veil untied Glassy look in your eyes Fear of never knowing more Than you’ve already realized Follow pagan idols to the depths of the sea Calling out for purpose The irony of being free Day by day deeper into bluish shade Blackened, no contrast Then back to grey An ember on the surface of the moon Is what you’re counting on to face it And go tear the place down To its foundation The soil it was built on Must be the seed of damnation Rather be led, then like lead drop it instead To doggedly bow To any other divination Longing for the night To escape the day Struggling to tell whether or not You're awake Yet the hand that pulled the strings All along Was your own And your demise is set in stone What good is the winter To harden one’s skin If the summer is to be ever as cold The body shudders uncontrolled and the burns singe your bones blue Chasing dreams down your pathway Through the crossroads of the wake don’t wallow aimless and complacent before taking one more step Oblivious to yourself As was written from the onset Your resolve proved arbitrary Don't stumble into your own casket Drafting your obituary Had hoped to find the course that’s glistening Unwanted thoughts that don’t disappear Lingering voices rip within Stripping the soul An ember drowned in cold No ash from the coal Agony strides restless No peace for the eyeless Red covers the door Bloodstains flood the floor

Waning, chance of flight Dire’s set the path Walking agony of rude Fading reasoning for truth Calamity is all I feel The vacuity surrounding me Sickens me deeply It’s the crooked cycle A maddening rut To traverse between the planes From the oniric to the wake There’s a brewing crisis, of might and men Existencial ambiguity breeding violence A million gawkers wonder How hell freezes over and heaven melts to Make for the liquor that drenches their minds It’s the poison that soothes them Seedy intentions, no one to trust Wasting hours on end On bewitching stars Turn on the ally You dared to call friend For the evil within you Is expelled as you rust If there's wrong all over Boiling in the cauldron It must be the beholder Whose gaze is frozen A match and a gas tank May entertain the night For there’s nothing worth saving from the fire Wreaths the air, intoxicates Such is the taste of charred human waste A round´ the clock routine Nothing else beneath Till reach my deathbed, it beckons me A call to loathe A bond was struck A cell from which I watch with scorn Coalescent scar made not in vain There’s meaning in suffering, life is pain This is what it will be, you’re bone and flesh Torn by conscience, not by faith Pathos unnerving The seed of the ending Feel undeserving Of any second chance As it befits to those unwilling to shed their skin, revolve from within Vex the wandering Through your squandering Acumen plummeting Absconding Sanity Trample the meek Purposefully, to defeat The malady that’s Cursing humanity Don’t know relief I grind my teeth And clench my fists To quench my seethe Veering, condescending This whirling is nauseating Who's it gonna be The upper, the lower or me What else could I see But painted tragedy How do you dare turn to fear And to the vacuous frontier Know my intentions are clear Callous Foul Despot Fool

Eons of thought Hastily now rot Do as you can to break even Kept in a spot Tied in a knot Expletives to want to believe in Most that's beloved You must sacrifice, my child What could you hope for? Where would you dive? Looking for coal in a gold mine Beneath the surface The mask on your journey gets weary The lament of the sullen Paves a path of convulsion Wrought down by your plague I wish you would wish to desist And cease to exist altogether Wasted believers All but subside Piles of corpses to hide Distant light, Fledgling steering blight Hopeful I might die and bask in your might To the unfaithful Pay but no mind The shepherd of truth guides your kind Flame of the pious A sedative of the mind Devoted who kindle it may raise high If thought so benign is supposed as Then why is it beacon of war I’d rather surrender my alibis to The multiple one true gods

Life-cycles, flowing through time Creatures, they come and go Make their way, from dark to light The more, the merrier? A myth, how canonical More destruction, raised infection Obviously sequential Standing to welcome the sun the day breaks on the valley So it’s been a billion times before Misty dew, livid tan Ingrained rust in the alleys Rooftops green With moss’s kin of yore Erode and decay All wither away Between the dusk and the long-awaited dawn Oblivious The dutiful The puppets Who won’t end the stasis This landscape bleeds grey Biding time as day and night Push and pull, on and on Counting on the wilderness To halt what evolution spawn Washing the filth from earth Waning our gift from birth Encased in a solemn swell Embracing the sulk, the sin Oh how they feared Oh just how real Just as foreseen Their fate must be reeled away The merciful The meagre The mindless Restrained by the static Thousands of footsteps An imprint of life Bathed by the sunlight Til’ the beckoning of the night Wiped away By the making of wind and rain Nothing prevails All the traces, now erased Is it time itself that we await? Our will severely underestimate? In the anamnesis of prophets, we gaze All that we make is meant to fall from grace From straws, once lit fire to survive And live through the sundown of ancient times Constructs, pillars of our identity Footnotes that vaguely showcase reality Hail life of old Clings for us pure Bring us beyond Close to our core Life to flourish on a wretched canvas Roots below wreck a karst anew As steel and stone are crooked by our madness Much like droplets downward we accrue Stepped away from the chain Tenure is our nature We sow to remain Now we’ve gone astray A crossroads for our devolving primate race Carving an etching in the history of time and space Children of stardust, our sheen now fades Cinders and embers paint a picture of our remains Hopeful are the wicked for a pleasant relay Somber be the restless ‘til the reckoning day Forlorn in the clutches of whatever may Spoiling is our history from the fields to the bay The resolve of the masses A parade of ashes renders Homes wholly lifeless Husks, musk of broken promises From shorelines to barrens The cracks of relentless tremors A march that shakes the shallows Clamoring roar that rattles oceans below Peaks rose from the oceans Islands wrought to mountains Arctic plains and glaciers Frostbite’s mound grips them all Scorch, dust the hourglass ticks on undisturbed Millions of foot stomps Callously stride Stealing the sunshine For the better of their lives Strive to stay Wreaking havoc in land and sea Disgrace, they came To seize the day as they dug their grave From straws, once lit fire to survive The ways of tradition, eclipsing all ambition Glistening stars, fading into an eclipse Scorched embers, our remains through time and space

Had hoped the sun would never set On extraneous wonders of a promise unkept A stalemate between reason and derision If only one could hold the two together One last look at all its been Between faith and vacuous spirit Rest the demons it has seen Speaking long lost dialects Of godless creeds and vows Demanding to be listened All they could do is drown Bow down to none, condemn the crowned Remember just how much blood was drawn For authoritarian drones and ruthless clowns Centuries subdued, most acclimatized Broken and busted, but civilized Devoid from fresh air Once merely specks, now the spearhead of the changing waves Carelessly, abundantly clear Abandonment, the precursor of their fear Generations, millions taught to play along the Macabre ways to demonstrate how life’s foregone Muddled footsteps, felt by many, stay unseen (specially) If you look the other way, forever a mystery So much is ground to dust but it’s in our nature Between those drunk in gold and those seeking true perception No kind of fair-ness From higher powers The divine, the kingly Both empty, but tireless The weaker, subdued for the better of many While all are blindfolded No peeking Shan’t try it We must embrace The new second coming Though third time it’s the charm And no one keeps counting What shows our fears Reflects a struggle deep inside Politics, apologies To nonsense pay no mind Although tiny worlds perdure much less An empire across the stars is hardly build to last However great, nothing saved it from collapse No rule is timeless Breeding treacherous offspring Bearing the weight of oblivious upswings That failed to sway its very subjects Children of sand, slaves of the flame Fictitious banners made to tame Our raging cry, our might and will For king and country made to kill Maybe fate is Saving us from much worse Freedom is a luxury for most, yeah No one dares rip their goggles when The issue is rooted deep within And so personal, it singes The sky is falling Our leaders are shaking The onslaught’s unfolding Can anyone tell me what is to be expected Of us when adopting this new way of thinking May the chosen one among us be best Slay the judge and jury, redeem us from their behest Turn the table, rip the strings down from the skies Set the maker's throne on fire, the one who’s three, who we despise And when the puppeteer’s dead We shall embrace this-worldliness The ocean only knows What wills the way of most The whims of its tide So the enchanting glide No religion no provost Damned be their contrived opinions Washing fault with frail excuse Casualties high in the billions Of judgement tainted and obtuse Cutting down on every resource Basking in frugality Beating on the lighthouse windows Dying for a chance to see Across the sea their call unanswered The prancer laughs in vanity The gleam undying in the distance It feasts on their morality Astounded by this change of heart The waves themselves are pulled apart To run through pits and valleys unseen And stay the course right to the start The spire Beyond where the waves conspire