Quasars
Collapsing into myself like a dying star
Dreaming In 2D
It’s a wooly mammoth! Nightly rituals little do I know this could be the last time I will see this world it seems to be so useless to me yet so needy. In my restless slumber I toss and turn dreaming of the day what a day it was random things I foresee oh my god what the a shadow in the dark he stands before me. Outer body it seems he stands before me victimlessly. Standing behind watching his work as he carves into me. Blood flows seamlessly he turns to flee passing through me this isn’t a dream. He slaughtered me this cannot be. I beg for redemption hoping for acceptance for my resurrection. As I look down I see my hands cover in blood and flesh. I raise my head to my reflection wait I am him. I must flee this murder scene I walk outside a new kind. I’m a new kind
Anatomy of a Bar Fight
I’ve been just sitting here in this dimly lit room. With a stench so potent the whole room is consumed. Not a moment of silence the deaf hear it clear. Faces without expression people keep talking without a thing to say. At first things seemed so clear now visions start to fade. Overwhelmed with unknown fear so quickly turns to rage. Blood boiling under skin with clenched teeth hair stands straight on end. Standing up as the crowd goes quiet all attention now shifts towards me. At this point anger beings to peak taking aggression out on the meek. First drop of blood has now been spilled this will not end till I’ve had my fill. Tearing off limbs with hands full of flesh broken record plays songs of regret. I am lost in this hole drenched in blood I reached my goal. Seeing the carnage done I should have stayed at home.
The Flood
It had come like the flood. Letters from a man I’ve never heard of. In full detail these grisly crimes the innocent have no time. As each day passes by a new letter arrives more grisly acts confusion sets in. The unmarked sender an unknown man seems so familiar yet so abstract. As I lay down to rest I begin to enter this trance. Envisioning these crimes it seems like I just can not hide. I wake up blood stained hands what could have gone so wrong. I survey the scene what does this all mean is this just a dream was this really me. As I reflect on all my visions this unknown man begins to take form. As these images become clearer I see now with no doubt that I am the sender unaware of my crimes.
Space Was…
(Instrumental)
Space Is…
Alone in this shell floating above the earth planning experiments building begins. Bridging gaps between these planets I construct a walk way for the human race. In a sudden I’m struck by something that sends me on my course. As I spiral into darkness I question my existence. Then out of nowhere it came out of sight pulling me into this field of time. A vortex it seems what could this lead a new reality or some weird dream. Then in a flash I’m in the past I’ve seen this all before. I’m struck by a human being he looks just like me. Wait was that me. Wait that is me.
Planets
Catapulted by an explosion my rear view mass destruction. Open black space I begin my decent I will not repent for all my torment. What have I become? A universe with no oxygen yet I still breathe. I adapt to my environment chameleon I am. In deep space no one can hear your screams. Your world cease to be, it lives in me. The world is in pieces all around me I am flying. As I float into the dark I see the planets surround me. Frequencies unheard whispers ringing clear in the void, in my mind. I cannot explain the way I’m feeling as I begin to transform. My skin turns to the earth, my blood is the soil. I become a world. They become a world, we become a world, we are a world as I explode. You’ve been in a deep sleep for a quarter century. None so gently you were struck by a meteorite. The world you claim nothing but a lie. You never took that ride. In the horizon is a world killer. From your bed you look outside, you witness the fucking end of time.
Voids
The way I feel without you, empty inside I’m consumed. Ruined I am alone. No one to call my home. This prison I am inside. These wounds won’t heal with time. So many times, so many ways I could’ve been the fucking one. The only one you could ever love. All these moments and all the times we shared was a fucking sham you always had a plan. Since day one you were a ghost, a parasite at most. So close but so distant I can smell your flesh in the vacant room on the sheets that we shared. When I first saw you little did I knew what you would do the demon in you. It was all lies, you in disguise, you’re my demise, dead inside. And when the time came to go our separate ways I stand alone with no heart torn apart. Because of you I’m alone. Without you I’m a ghost.
Teachers of a Modern Age
A pregnancy in turmoil. It feels like demons to a flame. One instant his true form all personas all obscure. From his birth one of a kind. Many at times shadows behind. The doctors they’ve never seen so many identities. Through parents eyes, their perfection, their creation, blood relation. As he ages to child form, his IQ’s so strong. Then things turn difficult. Through all the years things start to change, appears to be a war within. This once was boy grown to a man doesn’t recognize who he is. Locked away he’s entombed with his thoughts he’s consumed, isolation his new home. Never understand rational thoughts without his lessons. As he sits there alone no one but himself, he pleads mentors. Surrounded by this padded room through the years in captivity. Normalcy he is on his own. Sanity but still he’s sheltered from this world he’ll never learn.