9. STENGAH

Lacerating pains of degeneration speed
Through your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile
The temporary elusive goal
To reach the solace, to feed once more
Upon the synthetic reaper of loss
No matter the outcome. No matter the cost

Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls
Of your defiled, fleshmade temple with its closing walls
Still you claim the worshipper’s pose and you bow. You kneel

Control. Once superior, now a docile pet at chaos’ feet
Pulling the leash as it trails
The scent to where all hurt recedes
Your past a blurry patch in mind
Your future once, now thin dreams filed
Toward the lights of need you strive
To drink into your vein the shine

Beaten to the unforgiving ground. Lashed into submission
By the inner starving demon. By its unrelenting hand
Still you claim the worshipper’s pose and you bow
You kneel to the syringe

Answering only to authorities of sedation
Their calls the only ones heeded
A worn out soldier touched by their contagion
A battered drone at their feet
You’re the one betrayed
An outcast set afire by your inner war
Your burning self so far astray
A combustion fanned from within your core

10. THE MOUTH LICKING WHAT YOU’VE BLED

I’m the shallow, the superficial. I’m the common man
Faithless, narrow minded, indifferent, impassive
A sycophantic leech. Tantamount to disintegrity
I’m the vulture feeding on malignancy

I’m the sin, the lecherous sneering at prostration
I wallow in disease. I rejoice at degradation
I yawn at misery. Spit at others happiness
An advocate of maipulation. I embrace the sickening

I’m the lost. I’m average. I’m common
I’m infection. I’m human. I’m common
A worm thriving in seas of disgust. I’m common
The mouth licking what you’ve bled. I’m common

I’m the pampered degenerate. I indulge my inclinations
The only words to my attention are those that I myself creat
Disorder. Chaos

I debar all order, repudiate all purity
Infatuated by contentment
I laugh at lies
Come behold the sickness in my common human eyes

I’m the greed, the cynic. I’m the indifferent gaze
Mendacity, betrayal. This is not a phase
Ebullient with human filth. Here I am. Here I stay
Flourishing in our disgrace. Blessed be the human way

11. HUMILIATIVE

I’m the concrete leper, sickness repulsion embodied
But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth
You might even stay with me in the dirt
I’m soaked in putrid sewage risen from empty words
To you a legion of nausea
I’m your sins i’m your crown of thorns

I’ve seen the blood of generations
The ravenous mouth called system
We’re all shaped by vulgar hands
The grip of hate and lies

The sustenance to our bellicose ways
An ignorance almost justified
As the gap of humanity friction grows
The skull of life – lobotomized

Hear me, i’m ignominy
There’s no renaissance in bleeding – no

I’ve flown a million minds, black in despair
The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes
Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity
It seems like we are all just merchandise not civilized

No words we adapt in our silence paralyzed
To changes erasing our last denial lines
Attitudes crucified, still we’re going on
Crawling toward submissive suicide

12. BLEED

Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I am no one now – Only agony

My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
The ruby fluid of life unleashed

Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The bastard spawn of a mutinous self

The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom

Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth

The implement, the device of my extinction
The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
The end-art instruments lethality attained

Heed – it commands. Heed my will
Bleed – it says. Bleed you will

Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion

A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
Chanting softly the song of depletion