Tag Archives: Lost

Enabler

Pulled apart by all that is pure

The seamless takes form

In my mind I find no reason to linger
no will to carry on
in this time, this place
this empty space of a mind

I join my forebears in madness
the fabric of time makes its mark

And I am broken in two
it’s not the anger
it’s not the unfulfilled desires
it’s not you

it’s not the mescaline
it’s not the ambien
it’s not the voices in my head

why would I want to live like this
why would anyone

Trapped in a vortex of delinquency
desperation and self-loathing

I digress, to nothing
nothing seen, nothing made
nothing ever gets done in this world
nothing gets answered
there are no questions
there are no truths but the one

god is a lie
your god is a lie
if there is a god, its name is death
and they are not the only ones
the pantheons, the families
the unrivaled darkness that lies within us all
the hatred
the scars

the destruction
unbent
unbiased

raining down on the unjust
and the unknown
and the unkind alike
and the unapologetic
and the only way to get by
is to get by

to trudge down a muddy road

On the way to nowhere

it’s tragic
to know the fate of everything
and to do absolutely nothing about it
what a world we live in
what a time to be alive

what a pale horse

what time do you get off

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The Long Night

In the long, lingering moments before death
the gods come to you
they speak of terrors, they speak of night
of the long march we all have to make
life is but a footprint in the annals of history
and the gods bring news of what lies beyond
of what lies beneath
a song of unknowing
a comedy of errors

the words that come to us at the end
when the skies fall, for the last time
they are laced with opiates
imbued with the horrors of a dark past
plague bearers arrive en masse
to serve our remains on a bed of steel
as the cosmos bows, we are unmade
once more

and once again, in all this chaos
through all the noise you’ve heard before
a pallid rider appears on the horizon
bearing news of a sullen horde
marching, here, and now
to bring our world to a close

horns are heard from east to west
and the distance draws in
a song of silent breath at your back
why move forward when your life is forfeit
why bring a torch when darkness has won
one misstep in the Age of Man
tragedy upon tragedy, upon calamity
and we sing on into the night
endless, and unforgiving
all of this to save the living

this is not the world we fight for
this is not the light we seek
the world has fallen before
and yet we find ourselves at the edge
abandon hope, let go of reason

the madness has come and we are but pawns
the kings and queens of old are laughing
freedom to run, freedom to live
freedom is to know the past
to honour the future and the now
something beyond life
outlawed in this world of woe

freedom is treason

Dematerialise

I’ve sat here for hours staring at the screen
staring at the lives that I’ve lived
in between
in the void occupying my mind
in the crawl space
deep within the temple
a feeling dissimilar to that which I know
the garden has emptied
and I have run out of time

I sit here, idle
musing on the bread crumbs I’ve littered about
feeling overshadowed
not by anger, nor by doubt
time and time again I’ve sent myself abroad
to the isles of madness
to the depths of my darkest imaginings
and there, I stayed for a time
too long
too long

words falter, much like the mind
we linger on at the ends of our sentences
barely grasping the meaning of
anything
barely feeling the wonder of
anything
barely tasting the pleasures of
anything
barely there
or anywhere in between

music fades as our masks fall off
revealing the liars, the sinners
the hypocrites
the masters of our fates
degenerates
they falter, much like we do
back and forth we swing to the song
no more do we hear the sound
inconsiderate
too long
too long

forward march, into the long night
a solemn declaration
as the moon fades from sight
down and deep into the barren earth
down and down and down
as the lover gives birth
altered states, the light inside
it lingers on
and all we hear is music
elf song

pitter patter into madness
little feet carry us into the past
into the future
into the path of reason
into dust
and all the treason

all the noise we’ve heard before
all the poise we’ve lost
abhorred
abridge the version you love or like
or loathe
tear the page, and start to write
steel yourself for endless hours
into dusk, and into shiver
the coldest hours, words deliver
drink the beauty of your time
know that light must drown in wine
in the sweetest emerald tears
for every hour, day and year
for every word you thought you knew
for every kiss you felt
for every star we melt
for every face you know
for all the suns
for all the sons
for you

for me

for them

do you see?