Get Your Fix Baby

How lost have we become?
How far from the path of truth have we strayed?
Such beauty in front of our very eyes and yet we chose to cloud of vision with mechanical dreams and man made illusions.
Your delusion of enlightenment is no only laughable, yet, opposingly, acts as a depressant, calming my merry moods and hollowing my heavy heart, the beat echos on...

I speak not only of your substance numbing and forgetful nonsense, but of your fairytale fantasies of some such grander character whom you've chosen to love and fear at parallel times out of some so-called Devine scripture, and at no gain but that of hatred and ignorance. 

Although I may not agree with the lifestyles of false counter culture rebels who revel in their muck of a fashionable and slow calling death, which cannot crawl into focus soon enough, nor do I agree with the teachings, preachings, hate speech or wasting of minds that those of belief are inclined to adopt, yet o do my best to remove my worn down soles and dawn their sandals, worn by both sects in their own right, and attempt to understand such a mindset. I am, however, guilty of the same ignorance and hate that they breed and am ashamed to admit that it does smear my judgement in more heated moments, yet I do admit such Crimes none the less, and I eat such bitter shame cold, a deserving fit for such an ugly meal.

We must all do our best to be one, and yet be ourselves, and until the date of such peace, many ages away, we shall all rot in the hell of inequality. 

Breed better minds darlings of the world.



Love. Forever,
<3

Is It Love Or Mere Comfort?

Can this selfishness actually reference love?
Or is it merely lustful acts?
Or the Monetary solace?
True love... 
Oh where doth thou rest?
For I wish to sleep amongst your covers, to warm you in my arms
No plastic prostitution can convert me from my beating hearts path, no longer I suppose...
No such other path will do, not golden pavement, nor crimson mud, as I must hold the hand of my heart and of my love, though the elegance and ownership of such a hand, the identity of such skin, time holds the key to that lock, and I shall accept it  once perfection is in plain view, obvious to my eyes, no aid shall be needed on my endever. I am myself.


Wait, you'll see...
<3

Only

Only

In the depths of sleep is where I feel alive
A death for some, yet a sense of recovery for my restless eyes
Always searching, scanning that endless horizon
A frail hope in my heart keeps my mind at ease, coated In a subtle insanity that is the only true freedom ive ever known
If no second mold was ever cast of personality and profit, for what would our purpose be? 
I see life fit for love, only honest and true however
A love of lies is a love of lying down
Amongst sheets and cloth comfort
Do I sleep to escape or as a means to simply rest?
Do I even rest at all? Or is the merely the darkness and her trickery?
So many questions...
Why must I carry to burden to ask such nonsense, only made sensible by my own blood, a rich, flowing, crimson nectar.
It seems the strangest moments always creep in and out of focus, the most interesting of events to occur acquire my attention like no other
Only you can set yourself free
Only I can be willing to bleed
For what?
For why?
Answers are wishful thinking...
As my eyelids return to that state of heaviness long forgotten In the daylight hours, I lie down, but only in my basic truths and certainties, as faith has no room in my bed
Only sleep can suppress these savage thoughts  and Swirling ideas
but is that what is right?
Only time will tell...


19 years and I still haven't a clue,
<3

I See Your Lies

Misty eyes
A Devils cry
Outward to the masses
An evil of your proportions
Measurement and mind
An attempt to divide the lost minds
Run away from such darkness
Never return to this density
Of brain and of brawn
Power breeds ignorance   
Ignorance breeds hate
Be knowledgeable 
Be free


With love still, 
<3

Bright Shinning Future

Darling the air is lovely here, fresh freedom from your hellish hands. Running away from such pained past mistakes, alone in the green fields I shall dance, I shall take back my living presence. No longer will the memories of an adolescent love, innocent at first, yet after one anniversary of it birth and then some, it fell apart as snow on the mountainside, one minuscule,  audible word can shatter such a strong connection as glass splinters into millions of pointless pieces, although the last fact may or may not be symmetrical to the heart witch we shared, that Is yet to be decided. A bright light has come over my perception, and as it fades... I shall observe my future. 


Open eyes,
<3

Arrogance And Worry

Death shall become her once the time is perfection. She is the poster child for Sensory deprivation. I have but many ideas to spew upon such a senseless slut, I wish to scream on her direction... 

Your mind has not rotted, it's merely been smoked out of your soft skull, it's starving for intelligence, it's gorged upon itself, as youve denied it truth for too long. Yet no longer shall your body go unpunished for your selfish games. Such immaturity breeds fury in the hearts of those that care, though youd never know, nor realized those identities. there is no reason left for your blind eyes to stare, as you have no were left to turn. you're a lot cause cunt on a dead end path. Oh, he'll has no fury like a broken hearted wrath.


Peal your eyes
Watch your back
The end is nearing
It should be of no surprise 



Ready your frail form for the reality shock my so called darling,
<3