Poetic Expressions of Inner Turmoil and Resilience

Her Poisoned Tongues

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy,
A child raised by the seed of dementia forming.
Fatherless daughter of false, poisoned tongues,
She moves upon her own path of madness, astray.
From fear that she will soon be used like scum,
Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to suck dry.
Hypocritical, parasitic lies.
You wretched filth, mark my words: your life shall be taken by my hands.
I'll tear the pulsing bag of shit from your chest and burn it before your eyes.
Upon your grave, I shall stand as a monument of hate that will never move.
And I will smile in contentment at your passing in my malevolence.
With all resentment aside,
You are best where you've always belonged:
Under six feet of shit, nailed in a pinewood box.
And I am content in seeing what a whore you are.
And I will be the one to watch you leave this place,
As I bury you.
And I see you for the whore that you are,
For the whore that you are.
With feet of shit nailed in a pinewood box.
So what will you have to say when my hands begin to crush your neck,
And the air begins to leave your lungs,
And your eyes roll back?
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built,
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt?
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built?

Jetpacks Was Yes!

These walls of time release.
My eyes move like the drift.
The cries, they resonate within.
The fabric tears before me.
Break ties between the kin.

Reaching for a way out of this dream,
I waste my breath ascending.
Fears lead me astray.
The past brings them to be.
What's left to carry me...

But a memory?
The dream endures these lies.
Forever at the edge, left surviving alone.

What's left as I wonder?
I've found a world where I am free,
Inside that which is truth.

The ground upon which I have grown is not the same.
The fears, they've fallen away.
Presently, I've found I am not alone in a world of infinity sewn.

Perceive beyond the seam.
A soul evolves as one.