Wondering FingersRaised on delusional beliefOf deranged cerebral chess gamesForging memories into myth.Behind the curtain is a puppet masterReminding me that I'm not an illusionRamming their rancid fingersInto my head.Deliriously caressing the frantically Running thoughts trying desperatelyTo flee the on coming crashYour wondering fingers slither their wayThrough my soul, corroding the crumblingWalls of a rapidly deteriorating city.Abandoned after many years of thought.Forgotten.
Bitter Sweet ReliefSweet images plague my dreamsGranting me a chance of escapeBut taken away with whirls of screamsThrowing me back into my realm of realityMy eternal punishment is a secret not unknown.To martyrdom those suffering for their sins to beWritten in vines of flames that will forever weave throughoutTheir revived withering bodies.Forever in pain but they will never die.I watch them as they beg. I feel and feedOff of their pain.But none of their pain is strong enough to cover mine.Just one little distraction, one small fix. Like a drug that keeps your thirst barely quenched.Their velvety pain washes over my body and in that
Killing Stars…And if it's the stars that shine for youI will wipe them from the sky.Thrashed, frayed wings beatagainst the still air.Smoke dances in circles aroundthe swirling currentsBurning words flood from my mouthScorching intricate patternsacross the stricken sky.Suffocating the dimming stars.You held everything in your handsAnd I'm glad to be the one to throwIt all away. Destroying the empireThat is your existence.I told you if it's the stars that shine for youI will wipe them from the sky.
Sta.sh
