Straws Pulled At Random
What solace lies in the arms of fate
-The ill embrace of uncertainty
When did I leave this in other hands
-To be pulled down at chance
Ripped away by destiny-claws
Am I another of fate's possessions
Dwelling the lie of freedom
Just another straw pulled at random
Reclaimed by deceiving time
A silent judgment I can not overrule
Drawn back into the origin-vortex
Uprooted and ground to dust
Retracted into anti-existence
A magnet repelled by life's polarity
Denied the self control of fate
we flow suspended in semi-life
Until the ever imminent day
when oblivion claims our breath
Nowhere indefinitely. Not dead, not alive
Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry. As will and
fate divide
Have I appeased the gods of fate
Am I allowed another day
Must I die to escape
the scanning eyes of death |
Spasm
Stroboscopic contortion-assault. Light bulb
language
translated into fits
Codes of tendon-flickers I can't grasp. Focus lost as
I writhe and twitch
Random beats of blinding shockwaves. Erratic suns
that twist my eyes
Flashes pounding at my thoughts as the intrinsic pains
multiply
Muscle and tissue twined with every violent lash
Battered by an unrelenting shine
Immobilized by the increasing pains,
the procreating agonies of system breakdown
Lightwave frequency body-oscillation. Undeciphered
motions pass through my flesh
Bodily reverberation induced. A corporeal system lost
in its waves
Bleached into their existence by tremulous epileptic
strokes
Blasts of irregular pulsar-radiation - Triggering the
process of mind and body control
Lost to their control
A sentence - in flashes told
Enticed by their calls; - Insane, divine
Torn, undone, dissolved
By incandescent gods condemned
Burned. Their mark on my soul
To my inverted shadow confined
Twisted, spun. Vertebras and spinal column unaligned
Joints shattered and torn apart. Spasm-rendered
distortion
Organic spiral. Stretched and torn into a new
creation
A worldless thing, a thingless word. Lightborn
malformation |
Nebulous
Drowned in this screaming silence
Embraced by shadows, they tear me
The wormholes free my eyes
The blood boils - it knows
My thoughts burn as minds liquefy, vaporize
Reality scorched by this fixed state
All beginnings slain by ends
I seep down into the black to breathe
Drifting to merge with the past
My tongue licks the residue of the future
Bitter taste, the wombs of claws call me
Filth rips them open. The stillborn start to move
Lidless eyes twitching beneath a sheet of rot
They reach out, they want to kiss - It matters not
In dreams it speaks to me of the truth that means
reality |