n/a 3

the lamp is low, but not low enough;
awake me from my slumber as i continue to speak in tongues

forbidden fruit of old, how ripe you have become;
rotten to the core, yes, the facade has just begun

stare into the sun, watch the clouds as they come and go;
avert your eyes with haste, feel the breeze as you walk away

look down at the earth, see the grass beneath your feet;
untold stories of the past carry on ’til the end of days

the lamp is low, but how low is low enough;
conflicted young man, yes, i think you’ve done enough

n/a 2

a toast to the unfortunate fools who believe in thy own destiny;
inadequacies in which charisma hides, understand the emotion in your eyes

laugh while we hum to the melody of pain as the roses die out day by day;
watch me weep as chamomile flowers replace the blood-stained petals

hurricane inside my mind, black smoke coming out of my nostrils;
tequila in my system, the blood rises to the point of no return

grant my wishes once, i will bother you once more;
enemies of the past are to be associated with no longer

my love, sing along with me to this melancholic tune;
put your head on my shoulder as you cry your sorrows away

je t’aime

n/a 1

stars too small to see clearly, too big when seen up close;
i have lived inside their core for as long as i can remember

never failed to break my psyche, outraged and confused;
alcohol flooding my eye sockets, yet i see the world much clearer now

failed expectations, challenge me once more;
numb to pain as i walk into a pit of lava unbeknownst to reality

cheer for me as i make a fool out of myself;
embarrassingly i crawl out of the cave i have been residing in for years

the light of day pales in comparison to your smile;
summer has never been this worthwhile

Young Osamu

smiles grow weary, eyelids closing;
the inability to laugh like we once did before

jovial on the surface, insides burning like a furnace;
we wonder why these events transpire

unable to breathe, drowning by the river;
searching for a place that we may call home

acceptance towards an idea, denial disappears;
embracing that we are

no longer human

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untold stories forgotten by the author,
rabid cravings for companionship;
reminiscing on what once was,
the future holds no promises

bring back the days when things were much simpler,
colliding with the harsh realities of the present;
ruminating by his lonesome,
intrusive thoughts pestering him as the moon glows on his skin

regrets which are not able to be cleansed,
living through the painful nostalgia on repeat;
the sanctuary in which he has found himself residing within slowly crumbling,
unwavering melancholy as he asks the empty night sky for an answer

walk through the forest where empty souls wander endlessly,
stiff necks turning in all directions searching for kindred spirits;
ponder silently on the possibilities which were never achieved,
slowly accepting that the past is where it always will be

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“Am I making the right decision?” He thought to himself, pondering on his previous mistakes as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

“…I really don’t know.”

As the rain poured down heavily outside his window,
the naïve boy ruminated deeply

He met a girl who was too complex to describe
Unlikely friendship,
Unlikely feelings,
Feelings too strong to deny

He was a boy who fell too easily
She was a girl who was filled with uncertainty
The world was playing a joke on him
Yet he still saw the sparkle in her eyes

The naïve boy foolishly pursued his selfish desire for affection
while she illustrated the caricature of his inevitable downfall

Loosely fitted on his waist, the past that he desperately tried to erase;
Lacking the empathy to do so, he panicked as she leaned closer towards him

The faint scent of her that he needlessly craved,
Her full attention that she never failed to provide,
The playful banter that both of them sharedー

Offering a meager refreshment in return,
His small tokens of appreciation,
Her expressions of gratitudeー

Even if she never noticed, those were moments that he treasured
Moments in which he had only experienced once before

To him, it was worth every penny

–

Ego Sum Adhuc Vivit

Do You Know Where The Door Leads To?

Unnerving pestilence eerily approaching from behind
Turn your head slowly as the silhouette grows clearer
Watch as glowing eyes emerge from the shadows one by one
The sound of footsteps become louder every second that passes

A loud thud heard from a distance as his body collapses
Warily they walk towards the sound leading to the unknown
Frightened to the bone as the man hesitantly enters the room
Several minutes pass though none of them have yet to return

Engulfed By Complete And Utter Darkness

Heavy rain pouring down on my head
Unforgiving judgement staring into my eyes;
Fill my brain with lead
As she waits for my demise

Δ

2002; O’arrpendidadeus

What can be shown,
Cannot be said
What we cannot speak about,
We must pass over in silence
The limits of my language
Mean the limits of my world

Divine Vernacular

While Daedalus creates a new masterpiece
His son grows wings and flies towards the beyond
Pay attention to the symphony of solitude
As young mortals dissect the tongue of their forefathers

Clasp hands while the monstrous winds murder each young child mercilessly
As you tend to the fatal wounds of all those who limp from beneath the surface
In a futile attempt of salvation due to the sorrowful nature of their circumstances
Benevolently bestowed upon them by the gods who they undoubtedly believe in

Infuriating crassness, unwavering ignorance, and sickeningly ill intentions
The embodiment of all those who seek true virtuous deeds in exchange for dignity

Armageddon

The offspring of malice and intemperance, condemned to the point of eruption

And in doing so will spark the revolution that will wage a seemingly never ending war

Until the inevitable birth of the new age forged with fire

This will be the true end of all things

When Shall My Dues Be Repaid To My Successors; The Ancestral Lineage Shall Condemn My Decisions

“Null”

Denial

NONE SHALL BE SATISFIED AS PER USUAL
NONE SHALL BE BESTOWED UPON GLORY

NONE SHALL CALL UPON MY NAME
NONE SHALL SEEK UPON ME FAVORS

NONE SHALL LOOK HAPPILY TOWARDS MY SUCCESS
NONE SHALL SMUG MALICIOUSLY TOWARDS MY DOWNFALL

WHOSE IDEALS ARE NEGLICTINGLY JUSTIFYING CODEMNATION
WHOSE PERSPECTIVE TOWARDS SOCIETAL STRUGGLE FORETELLS THE FUTURE

WHOSE ILLEGITIMATE METHODS OF INDICTMENT ARE TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY
WHOSE PLEA FOR MERCY WILL STAND THE TEST OF TIME INDEFINITELY

WHOSE FEUDAL INSTINCTS SURPASS THE MANIFESTATIONS GIVEN UPON MAN
WHOSE HANDS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BILLIONS SUFFERING

Vindication

blackberries planted by the logs
gregorian hymns echo through the woods
choir boy running towards salvation
sacrifices for the blood we dedicate our lives to

…

for what?

Everything I Can See, Anything I Can Touch

“Yes, it is true that she is gorgeous, but nothing stays the same forever. Trust me, you’ll learn this the hard way sooner or later.”

HOW ABOUT…?

How about a dance?
As the waves clash and the fish swim towards your subtle movement;
While the blood-stained spear pierces through thy flesh and skin, tears come rushing down

How about a song?
When the moon shines so bright through your eyes wide open;
How your arms wrap around the thick velvet so tenderly, yet firm

WHAT ABOUT…?

What about pain?
Similar to the emptiness of the void, lurking in the darkness yet visible to all;
Justified through unrealistic reason, but blinded by uncertainty and ridicule respectively

What about love?
Like a spring flower blooming, filling the world with it’s presence;
Beautifully tragic yet tragically beautiful, indecision from both parties alike


What is Song without Dance
What is Love without Pain
What is Life without Death
What are Clouds without Rain
What are Choices without Regrets


Unconditional, never-ending, and inseparable without question
Truly scarce, yet undesirably potent

What Is The Answer?