Relic of Time

should have been a shaman
reading dead bones
dredging out meaning
where there is none
finding meaning in shapes
that are arcane, obscure
spitting out truths
even when not sure
lying with certainty
dying to abhor
twisting the narrative
to suit the untold lore
to drink the poison tales
and still ask for more
should have been a shaman

chainsaw autopsy

dissect the heroes, split them apart
piece by piece, lungs, spleen, brain, heart
rearrange the jigsaw, find a new meaning
a creature new, uber-demeaning
spill out their guts, decorate the dirt
dig bloody fingers in, scoop out the hurt
smear it all in, colored in sin
what was without, is now within
a monster alive, forced to survive
leaking lungs filled, with liquid oxygen
blood that keeps leaking, heart skipping beats
brain misfiring, eyes unfocused
but the hunger in its gut, is fuel

faithless angels

the rules don't apply here anymore
these are the wild lands of our dreams and nightmares
that leak like old sores
and wounds kept alive by fingering them inside out
we are shackled to our vices
writhing like snakes in coitus
dead inside, eyes alive
will anyone ever miss us?
nothing to live or die for anymore
for once the doubts bleed out
for once the clouds clear
end of the world? Sure.
this faithlessness is apathy extreme
watching the numbers rise on the screen
feeling the face stretch out in a grin
as i sip my tea

lock in

how quickly does the pain wash over
leave the broken pieces where they fall
a bleeding wound that keeps dripping
all my complaints are now so small
what do i do with this ball of rage
that burns in my gut like a promise broken
how many days will it take me to age
and forget the echos of whispers spoken
then i also think perhaps i needed this
a brutal wake up call, a fist in the face
i guess we all needed this
this call of the void, the unknown

insignificant

how little do all things matter
the pains, the trials, the daily irks
when the fist of doom batters
on the creaking door of a pillow fortress

the invisible becomes invincible
while we grasp at straws
as the world falls into a bottomless pit
with no way to get out

so where will your gods run to now?
will they suffer with us lesser mortals
which ones will you eat first?
when the flames reach your shores

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here's hoping we all get through this in not too many pieces.

the wrap

the dogs bark, amplified
does the same apply to my sighs?
when the cover of darkness falls
out of the hiding, unborn thoughts crawl
every tap of the keys seems
like a nail in the coffin of my desires
i could laugh or i could cry
or just sit and burn in this fire
in the structure of the walls i've created
out of all things loved and hated
somewhere beyond the edge of last sunset
i'm mummified
i'm wrapped tight
in the arms of the ghost 

of the memory of a look 

in your eyes

endless scream

the street outside is orange
perhaps it's the streetlight
or maybe the world is on fire
i am fine with both
shut the music in my ears
i need to hear that same old sound
of the endless scream that comes and goes
surrounded by the noise that's all around
eyeballs straining to pop out
while the throat dries up exhaling
till the scream is but a wheeze
that could mean just about anything
perhaps it's just rage
frustration or fear
it could be the horror
the boredom or pain
it could be the question
it could be the answer
and when it all ends
the scream will remain
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i scream, you scream, we all scream together