I, born without a prejudice We’re taught to think and feel… What happened to experience, is any of this real, who could even tell? I am alone and ready to transcend this mud. Close your eyes and feel me, reach out beyond. Everything you build around me… You can’t console me… You can try to control me, but you stand in my way, and stand no chance. I’m alone and ready to transcend this mud. Reach out and breathe slowly, I will not run. I come from your heart, let me change your world. Weigh me on a scale and no side prevails… Snails pace, internalized screams, I hear them suffering from tight lips and fossilized cheeks. How can I, so young, be so wise to never turn a brown eye to my brothers on their last legs? Nothing should divide us… Nothing should decide for us: Where we end up when someone finds us. Pieces of my heart will rebuild my walls, when you see me now, you’ll see what you’ve caused. Now my red-carpet spills, from the blood of your kill. My dead carcass fills, to the brim with filth. That medal strung from you, the fragments of balance you think you bring? You mean nothing. You don’t mean peace, nor solace, nor a goddamn moral fucking thing. Listen here, you’re standing in the middle of a scale with your guns pointed at the people balancing you there.

Whips out like tongues of justice licking salt from our wounds Night fall, curtain call. Peace lords, in suits, bring bills that are much bigger than those belts that hold their hungry wallets in check. You came here; to the place where money melts. With no knowledge of them; now they own you. Eggshells under the words you spit like grains of sand stuck between your broken teeth. Might I suggest warning when your fear is peaking behind the dark charade your play? You lay here; in the bed where dreams get raped, With no energy left. I’ll return you to your precious life, so you can carry on. Forget about the time you’ve spent and the mistakes you’ve made. Might I suggest caution here? Poor boys on wires attached to hands that shake away the life they once had, the lives they now live. War gods pitting young kids against themselves with art and fire, once warm, from souls that they snuffed and smoked. One god, one knife, one past, one life, two hands, one goal, one mind inches from a lump of coal. You’ll be safe here; in the hands of those who know, under my wing. “Another precious act, it’s not a question that put you down.” Another selfish act, another prophecy to put me down…

Wisdom comes with time, the thoughts within our minds, the truth we’ve come to find has left us all behind. Forth on our crusade, liberty will fade. Mayhem born in faith, the piper has been paid. The damned shall rise again, to claim this broken wreck, this lie that we’ve come to live. Darkened horses ride to our last divide. That fire in their eyes, the smoke that fills this sky. Left out in the rain, crying out in pain, drenched in bloody stains, your ego will be slain. It goes around, and I will want revenge. The damned shall rise again, to claim this broken wreck, this life that we’ve come to give. The martyr at your throat, hypocrisy we know… Stripped of your worth, where will you go? Salvation close at hand, only with the fall of man. The price of your enemy is more than I can pay.

Anger Rake in the winter with a shovel for hands, you bring yourself the darkness you fear. The chair that you work for has a sticky left wing, a piece of your future on the pier. Empty hands that should hold that lover in reach; cry just to touch her very skin. Weak enough to jump from the safety of home, to the cobalt underneath the bridge. Bold enough to hold that crimson blade against the floor, with a gaping neck filled to the ridge… …but horror fails to meet with that feeling of choking on my blood. I hope one day you can stop me… Through the pieces of flesh that seem to gather starkly, to the mile long thoughts that seem to take it from me. For the sake of my future and my abilities, to those reassured friends who want to live it through me. Before I rake in the winter with blood on my hands… I hope one day you can stop me… By growing for years, a barricade, to protect my fragile skin. Rest in the silence from the lack of your scent. I talk to you as if you are near… Days pass and people wedge their tiny hands in, your puppet love that keeps me here. On the waves, they fill my ears, block your voice and meld with my tears. Taint me with all your thoughts. Paint me with all you’re not. Break me with all you’ve got. Rape me with all your heart. Anchor The truth is that you’re my anchor. How does it feel to mean so much? How does it feel to never understand? Please listen now, I am running thin… It’ll be only you, you and him. I can’t lose anymore time, I’m far too scared… and even though I shine an armored fence, I’m crumbling from this fault line that we rest on. Please, I beg forgiveness. I may look weak, but if you love me now. I may be defeated but if somehow, I’m still the force I can be, one day you’ll turn around and be thankful for me. Please. Wake me from this adolescent nightmare with a kiss and your orange hair. Wake me from this adolescent nightmare and maybe you’ll apologize so we can forgive and forget? Something tells me I’ll always love you.

I can’t seem to find you… These words scribble drawings I can’t decipher from your mind. I look from a prison cell, the windows, your pupils, your heart I can travel to, your blood I control you through. I’d rather hold you hand and be reminded why but I’m trapped inside to ruin your life, darken your eyes. I could make you feel the worst, but I respect this golden Earth and the people it contains, even when they take my name and drag it through the lake. I’m in your nerves, a redbird and a memory. Impatient, looking through the window to your world. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a body of my own, but one day you’ll deliver me to this empty dreamscape vessel, my perception is essential. I deserve this, and you deserve to watch. Hold me while I change. I can’t seem to find you… I’ll be leaving you now (when you release me). I can’t seem to find you. I’m in your nerves, a martyr with a death order, I’m amble, breaking through the window to your world. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a body of my own, but one day you’ll deliver me to a warm body, fresh and fertile. I’m in your nerves, a message in a myelin sheath. Imprisoned in your thoughts and every word you speak. I can’t remember how it feels to be in control, oh for fuck sakes, deliver me, please, so I can grow. I’ll be leaving you now, I’ll be seeing you again when you release me.

I’m honest, she was a promise I couldn’t keep to her, I couldn’t bomb it… I had to speak to her. Be court, don’t overbear. Sell yourself young man, and show you care. She was a cute one in her uniform. The way the orange fell, that sun she wore. I’m honest, I’ve ruined it, those memories, my success. I tried the arts, I tried the core… She couldn’t breathe out the capsule door. Eclipse again.

Part I Pacing back around, son can you come here? As old as I am now, I feel like I could never learn enough. Pacing upon pacing… “Father, why do you look so tired”? Well you see, I’m an old man now and all I have is my memory, and when that goes who will I be? Where are we now? Endless sea of cloud… Soft tender sound… Endless sea of cloud. Nothing was worth the suffering, I wish I took a risk, I never thought life would be so short until I saw that final door close right behind… Leaves they fall, they all remind me of you. And the way… remind me. Nothing was worth the suffering, I should’ve took a risk, I never thought life would be like this. Until you cried on me from clouds in the sky. There’s no way, my son, you can live like me. I’m filled with regret and nothing’s going to stop me from killing everything I have and know, to release this sobriquet soul in shards and marks. Splinters fall and spark against the sunlight. Part II There’s an empty feeling in this vessel. Counselling my time while concealing the illusion of faith, juxtaposing fear, searching in memories to find a meaning before I lose feeling… We will never feel this young again… We will never lead this life again, one day soon, we all meet our end. The only question is when? Why do we seek the unknown? Why do we question fate? The path unbroken, every excuse you cry…nothing matters when we die…nothing matters. The sky unfolded every reason why. I wanted to bring balance and wisdom as a boy, but why? Nothing even matters when we die! Nothing ever matters. Why do we seek the unknown? Why do we question fate? The knowledge we seek is a messy page of watered ink. Every excuse you used to hide from me, epiphany, deceiving me. The future I see will be entropy, there was nothing here for me, for anyone. No purpose, nothing guiding me home. Part III Feeding on the guilt that I’ve built, I’m starving to the bone. Regretting decisions, I’ve envisioned while trying to atone for all the things I haven’t done, and not for what I had, but now I’m scared of what I’ve become. Do the choices I make force a ripple within? Or do they just dilute my skin? All I have emerged from these prison walls, old age isn’t physical, it’s the loss of one’s worth and need to live. Is life a straight line? Stiff backs marching towards our deaths. Or a dream that seems only to transcend as we struggle to take our last breath? All that I have will rust. All that I love will turn to dust. All that is and ever was: A radio wave travelling through empty space.