I’m breaking free from the asylum of your hate
Man and God, are naught but fools
Tools to my hand bent under the crimson of my fingers
The world is just a vice for the original sin

They stab me but I don’t feel a thing
They rape me by the streetlight of silence
I hear the shrapnel of a shattered soul
I spit the shell of my emblem of blood on the sidewalk

The husk of my homunculus
Rusting the rustling rage under the surface
Of the leaves like raven wings
Hellfire violet enticing the psycho’s nightshade

I fought for an emptiness I could call my own
I honed my claws, roamed the jaws of monochrome dawn
As the void swallowed my solitude diabolically, searching blindly for my iris
As the noise of the abyss of screaming deities irredeemable

Clung to my coat like an outstretched hand
And tried to pull it all away like a blindfold, so I could grasp the darkness in all its beauty
Alone in the shadows

And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you faded like the moon
On cloudy dusk of nightingales’ ukuleles, the fog of augmented heaven
Only a finger of flame like you, shining bright alabaster can cast shadows like me
Over the madness of rejected memories disassembled
I look over my shoulder and leave the world behind me

A candle dying inside me, wide smiles of ivory knifes silhouette amber menagerie
Buried with the times the darkness marked me in the space of my lonesome life like a firebrand
Shaped the homo-sapien from the formless formula of the gluttonous gutters of a streetlamp
The flashing headlights that scar my skyline with a cold burn

My locked prison an enshrouded paladin amalgamated by daylight
Hallucinogenic remnants of fabricated megalomania
Mangled by the tattered avarice, the madness of a contaminated avalanche
Sometimes I just want to kill time before it passes me by

All monsters wear the world on their sleeves, with these strangling webs we’re left hanging, freefalling
With every ember’s midnight sepulchre spectre’s sceptre of ectoplasm ravaged by the dance of life
As Death walks freely among the living, he is only
Forever temporary

I am only a cemetery of people who aren’t
I’m only as infinite as a blooming dandelion
I am a weed among the flowers
Bred from pretty potted cowards

I grew out of despair, which was a hand me down from another life
Servant to murmuring serpentine hurricane daydream
On the verge of purgatory’s chlorophyll Styrofoam genomes, crows amidst the compost comatose
Hyper focused on the mitosis of fuckers’ industrialized by the knuckledusters of succubi who trail halos

The angels maiming Salem’s graces
Incriminated by the hatred of a million Satans
Emblazed by the graveyards of wildcards bartering martyrdom
Farming Armageddon’s Eden, demonized by the sired choirs of a thousand fires’ widened eyelids

The leviathan’s hieroglyphs enlightened by indecipherable hybrids of malice macabre of songbirds Necronomicon
The hollow Solomon of dishonest godless beyond the shine of sun behind the sheet of belladonna
The Rorschach factories of psychopathic smokestack disastrous machinations
The rusted world I walk through rain, the combustion from the conductor’s chains

As the songs that bomb the halleluiah of psychotropic gospels of apocalypse
Drifting in the shapeshifting equilibrium of infinite symphonies
As the photosynthesis of blackened wrath baptize the sunrise with moonshine
The Mother Gaia cries osmosis for the crows of comatose necrosis

I walk home through the soul of Reaper’s ghost, parasitic host, clothing loathing in the morning
The scythe of phantasmal cannibals reanimated by the insanity of rambled stanzas
I look up at the twilight tomb, the illusion of a ruined rumination
I bury the sun and walk the moon, mutilated

The pollution resurrection iridescent
Illuminated by stationary dilapidating mayhem
The masquerade of faceless age
Cremating daylight’s blight revivified

I look upon the nihilist’s mirror, I see the picture-frame so clear
I hide the shame of another day, I find I pray for deities
I ride the reigns of sun in shade, vacant as I fade away, upon the pavement’s aimless emissary
I am the poison for the remedy, the silence after every melody

The word’s said behind the curtains of life
The show of newly dead that finally cast their dice
The memories that have yet to die
The pyre born to forget the relentless contents, thrown undesired in the fire

The final truth for a world of liars
Eternal youth when your life expires
Maternal noose when you hang from higher
And walk back home by the Brightside’s lighter

Come and die a death in the breath of a thousand choirs
A mouth of fire, a devil cries from the highrise Miral
The world of weeping willow’s pillow’s soliloquy ethereal
And would you come back home by chance

Could you take my hand and I’ll lead to the final dance
Between god’s of death, and slaves to man
Who’s wingspan stands at the gate of damned
And the singsong man, of Nirvana, plans

Artwork/Photographs by: notnA, James Clancy, ArtStation, Stu_dts, Chris