White Wine
From the sun that rips raw skin from my back
to the glittering eyes which little children lack,
I cry for sandy days on
and weep for that over which my parents fawn.
Little snake which bites my toes
and makes me think of what I owe,
tell me why the world is quiet and still
and why it thinks I should not be fulfilled.
From the sun that rips raw skin from my back,
to the glittering eyes which little children lack,
give me solace from my loss
and bury in the sand my Albatross.
YSUJIT
Troubled with darkened
dreams and thoughts
Abandoned and left alone
with the one thing she fears the most,
her mind.
Trapped deep down in the chambers
of her mind are things long forgotten:
Light
Joy
Love
Peace
And you hold the key
Only you
have the power
to save her or destroy her.
You picked her up piece by piece
With your melodic words
And now,
You've not only become her
Light
Joy
Love
Peace
You've become her world.
Fallen Angels/Risen Demons
When angels turn into devils,
Fallen creatures in the flames of Gehenna, scorched,
Heaven and Hell become mysteries,
Where is eternal tranquility-and the endless torch?
Demons masked behind disguises,
Facades as gods, but so unrighteous,
Leaving the righteous crucified,
Trusting in you was my suicide.
Fuck. Your. Hope.
"This is the year where hope fails you." -Slipknot "Pulse of the Maggots"
Succinctly put Mr. Corey Taylor.
All hope is gone. Damn it. Can't stop with the Slipknot references. Must be because it's so true. Faith. Belief. Hope. Humanity has stripped it all away. We push each other to the breaking point. We shatter one another's dreams. We condemn before we understand. Our own closed minded behavior, our inability to look at the bigger picture. Our desire to be right instead of trying to understand another person's point of view. We could have utopia if we could just get over ourselves. But our individual narcism has doomed everyone. The only hope left is the lies you tell yourself to help you sleep at night. Telling yourself that you're a good person. Telling yourself that tomorrow will be better. And it could be. But you won't do anything about it. And God. If He/She/It even exists, well, the omnipotent, omniscient has a pretty strict hands off policy anyway. Your prayers don't mean a thing.
I want to believe. I want there to be potential. I want hope and faith and for everything good and right in this world to succeed.
You ask me to speak on faith and belief. But I cannot. Because they don't exist anymore.
Broken Teeth
Be deaf to the ones who make an attempt
To hurt you, a tongue of black,
Be deaf to the ones holding you in contempt
For their own unrighteous act,
Who try to leave your dreams eliminated,
Inconsiderate and selfish,
The perfect picture imagined, disintegrated,
From words they uttered, so Hellish
Don't let the words create destruction
Keep your lips closed, hold in corruption
Please, do whatever it takes
Clench the teeth till the enamel breaks.
Scalpel
She is sharp, pristine,
Sinfully smooth
Stainless steel.
Look how she glimmers.
The reflection travels up the blade,
As if the light were admiring
Her perfect cutting edge;
Transfixed as she shines.
She cuts the air, deftly
Dissects the atmosphere,
Leaving a shimmering wake
Where she has been.
She plunges into me
Without resistance.
Flesh. Muscle. Organ. Pain
As sharp as she.
In her way, she splits tissue
As if it were never there;
Little pressure needed.
She leaves as quickly as she came.
One red drop holds to the blade,
The last liquid of certainty,
It clings, it has nothing else.
But gravity pulls,
Makes it shiver with tension.
It splashes on the floor,
Creating a pool of me.