Vertical black
flat line of free.
Imprisoned by
all hope in me.
Try
to
see
my
pain.
How could this be?
Before you said
I couldn't change
where you were led.
Can't
save
me
now.
Descending dark
passes my way.
Not the first time.
Now the last day.
I
don't
want
life.
Keep me busy-
what a sick joke!
To think I want
of what you spoke.
Kill
me
my-
self.
The only way-
inebriate.
Pass out by choice
to drown my hate.
I
want
my
death.
Maybe I'll change
but doubt remains.
Hope is the bars
life is my chain.
We live on a globe.
We await our last, eternal rebirth.
The nations of the globe are ruled by bat-eared mongrels
who post patrolmen to keep us indoors at night.
Not to protect the stars, but to damage the ones they rule.
The leaders of the current existence live in fear of the dark.
They give us nightwatchmen, not to guard the collective,
but to keep the ignorant on a plane.
The ignorant ones, who guard the Box with their eyes,
all the while poking out the eyes of their own children's future.
We are now ready for the Apocalypse,
eyes blind and pride dimmed.
But it is not the end.
For shortly we shall ride upon a cresting wave
SEARCHING FOR A MEANING...... by raygore, literature
Literature
SEARCHING FOR A MEANING......
SEARCHING FOR A MEANING WHEN YOUR TEARS JUST STAIN THE MAP
Don't I I'll
say try
there's to
just find
one my
way.
your your
what's what's
me in
show lost
Please ne
SEE THE WAY THINGS ARE (THEN DIE)
Rotting ink is
staining your hands
Wrists constricted
by rubberbands
Paper weights smash
through bloody heads
This long wait won't
leave me dead
Place a cross
across your heart
then
Swear allegiance
to the start
of
Another break
in bloody skies
when
Vultures drop like
swatted flies
Hand in hand march
forth to meet
Delegates in
holy seats
Firestorm fingers
point thier blame-
To men who have
no war acclaim
To women with
offspring-no names
(and the offspring have
warm milk, in vain)
Are we God's pride
or God's rank stain?
Stroke
with your
disquieting gaze
the obvious fallacies
in the theory
of
my
existence.
How did you
know
just by
looking
that holes existed
in my prophecy?
These words you speak
convince me
like the cancer I ingest
through my fucking
lonely lies
That my self-deception
burns in me so deeply
like my lust
for paradise
And I scream
OH MY GOD!
what the fuck did I do wrong?
I only cried just once
for my immoral genius
Now the tearing at my eyes
is a burning at mine ears
and the flavor of my piss
is the flavor of my tears
and the life I once held dear
is the life that I have killed
(It's so bitching lonely now
in my head.)