Feeding Eterna

Beauty existence a flowing a river going a mountain snow falling gradually a dusting of opportunity a religion once followed wayside wandering boy child growing a progression of stars a silhouette so subtle yes there is a place where sight cannot taste the...

the love words seem to waste mirrorball spinning above dance floor a split second streaming seemingly dreaming however blatantly screaming he goes alone exhibiting a slow breathing reaching a state where in his eye this moment lasts forever.

Return immortal or Mirror dreams eternity

Relinquish all doubt that i might never win
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough

i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream

they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.

Vessel

Volumes speak angels and demons alike,
earthen words, when
selling
souls
elevates misperceptions of
love.

Stay

and

be hated
be scorned
be adorned
in bleeding robes
be warned

for

Mercury was revolting on his approach
as if dying in the throes of lying

again
be warned

when

rubber bullet chemistries
make music in the air
a formulaic memory
of a time when being bold meant
being true

make me believe there is a reason to stay
in the wane of losing you.

Doma en prescience

In death I will be free
of you

the ambiguous you
of dreams

nightmarish in essence
coma lingua en prescience

in life i disposed of bodies
pushed them all away

the bodies of the innocent
who knew no better
than to put their faith in me

blood is not blood
sad is not sad
and there are no more tears
if ever there were

the walls they covered
with their own shit
and ceased to eat
to send a message
to a queen,
the ambiguous you,
to never dream.