Submerge

the wheel turns
so do we
tied to the spokes
with strands of misery
paper thin prisons
created in the mindfields
now trap all those
who once dared to dream
the future is a maniac
with a bared grin
streaked with blood and guts
of the animal called the past
the present is a lead weight
weighing us down
sinking us with all the mass
into the depths of our sin
but it's cool at the bottom
even if the pressure is immense
there is no escape from this
when the ocean is in my own mind
so breathe and breathe in deep
right before you sleep
remember
remember

Demon Box

It spins on a random axis
balanced on top of a pyramid
floating angrily in space
like the fist of a demented god

veins cover the surface
slipping and sliding in changing patterns
that make sense only to those
who are fucked in the head by chaos

Waves transmutate from the structure
spreading a fear, palpable and real
it burrows into the hearts of stars
causing necessary implosions

this here is the demon box
finally freed from its cage
and now the demons roam
maddened by an endless rage