sick of the cycle.

Defiantly edified but not knowing
Through drought, dry lips + dire routine
Spat at that unending sparkle of nothing
Belief bespent down a darkly Route E

Rights riled outright aside vicious vices
Hurried through the heartless harry + hassle
Inaction auctioned for Primark prices
Shut away in shattered crystal castles

My Final Empty Hour.

Lies & this non-life, what have they meant?
Impuning, abusing themselves still faster
Diced in dying, disgracing each moment
Foiling all they forever fostered

Hereon experience shall be found my master
Daring my doll, revelry my entwined kin
Disgusting only complex or bastard
Deemed unworthy or obstructing

Sign-up silence.

Plant thy Hancock hard and harsh upon my dreams
Patent a world free from darkness' dire derision
I'll extract thine heart, hollowed, and hold it dear
Encase it in a glade robbed of a lifetime's attrition.

the crude crackle of crime.

The whole world is watching;
leering, lamenting.
consenting in giggles that shame shyly to sleep.

Children that longed to live as children do;
cherubs fed on lies.
despising through devils' indignant relations.
(sure of nought but sin.)

Dreams come as aliens;
foreign, fleeting.
entreating a condition that cares not to heed nor hear.

flailing in the vague direction of bethlehem to be bored.

The world is made of such moments
Where darkness pales to grey
Where silence falls blithe, defying pretence
Leaving heartache's sun-stroked remains

Fending alone through the chatter
Morning coffee and afternoon tea
Still the solstice is enduring, til later
To inflame the nightmare debris

Our worth is made of such laments
Where reverie cradles our dreams
Fears fall foul, despair stagnant
And while seeking we seem not to see

Fun is disowned amid the clutter
Synthetic sin bred of sultry sinew
Darkness dread-drenched, yet unmuttered
We fall into the follies of our muse