Therein
Gentle storm, thundering silence
Inferior force, uncontrolled calm vital unlike, logic chaos logic
The tone of which his birth ascend the beat that of a heart descend
Repeating in the infinite an insight made it clear
Order stormed the surface where chaos set norm
Had there always been balance surely not therein lies the beauty
I was solid yet ever changing
I was different yet the same
So I starve myself for energy
The song around his soul will bend
The notes that in this hole will melt
Crawl out of science a dreamland if you dare
Disorder clawed the boundaries we are ordered to stand clear
Was it always different never the same therein lies the beauty
I was solid yet ever changing
I was different yet the same
So I starve myself for energy
As there were no witnesses there was nothing to be told
As nothing could be grasped the story could unfold
Superimposed on the elements of anger fear, anxiety, hate, despair, remorse
So break from all that fear hold fast exposed now turn to all you lack
Let echoes be the answers return from all the screams wordless now the last attack
So silent it hurts to listen was it always solid to never change therein lies the beauty
I was solid yet ever changing
I was different yet the same
So I starve myself for energy
The New Build
A human force stronger than logic
Beyond the focus and the grander ideas
One microcosmos in this wretched piece of hell
Distant memories of what empathy we felt
No revolution no revolution in what they must overthrow
In on a secret we all know the need that is our enemy
I don't even want to see you doing all the same things as me
Don't ever let this be you knowing what it is that drives me
It's all in the future said with one foot in the grave
It's all in the plan of what we never could achieve
No satisfaction no satisfaction
We excuse ourselves from progress by post-altering our motives
Stories set to match whatever beat that drives the impulse
Whatever tune that carries through
What's in a soul that rattles empty in this one reality, too few
Our reach is never wider than the depth of what we grasp
A vicious curse on all that we partake inside the conflict
Where no one is the wiser a space invaded a face evaded
My space invaded my space invaded
Selfish doesn't begin to cover the sense
In this utopia of one to escape the argument to put another filter on
Through Smudged Lenses
Let no one be themselves turn of the century lies
Not within the others turn on the watchful eye
The blindness ends tonight shelter for the shattered
In unison we strive dare to disassociate and cut the binds that tie
Abstractualize further to the ends of facts and foe
Will it out of meaning as silence speaks the truth
I want to hear your scream
I want to see you stand atop the pantheon of fiction and your failure
Grasping for a hiding place among indifferent stones
A brief reflection it sets the soul apart
No selection it tears our world apart
These walls are protecting us burn them to the ground
This haven of refuge burn it to the ground
I want to hear your scream
So smudge the lens a little muffle the voice
Phase out of sound a while and let it go
Citizens of choice in a twilight world of your design
Left to our devices we stumble on
I want to hear your scream
I want to hear your scream
Burn it to the ground no firewall will save you burn it to the ground
Take me to the keep and bare the darkest void thousand fold the agony of silenced screams alone
Tune right out of static exorcise the dark how else can we move on
I want to hear your scream I want to see you die!
Silence, And The Firmament Withdrew
Make all the cold trees mourn
Their branches frozen in sightless motion
Waving, reaching for the whipping rain
There was silence and the firmament withdrew
Revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly
In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky
The relics of myths that exploded and died
Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise
And red from the skyline the black in our eyes
The skyline so empty all but one, nonexistent
Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life
The skydancers laid slain and old
The firmament in perpetual withdrawal
Lux Aeterna sing unto the world
Lost To Apathy
The unsaid tone of weak despair fail to resonate
Frayed ends of our binding threads will disintegrate
Now bylaws our physiques state failure to communicate
None too sentient hear no, see no works its magic against all function
Ongoing choices the trials will end filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left
Indecision nonvision what matters taken away
Look at the shell that is you empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over lost to apathy
So overcome with pointless tears to test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here put up a non-reaction
These eyes will never see covered up from reality
Look at the shell that is you empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over lost to apathy
The unknown world that you deny no priority
Cannot fail if you never start how predictable
I want to know where did it end for madness to start
Always the skeptic and never be part
Introvertive non-descriptive it matters not
Look at the shell that is you empty, fragile, weak we are
Look at the shell that is you empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over lost to apathy
The shell that is you empty, fragile, weak
Now the battle is over lost to apathy
The Grandest Accusation
What if you are an island of sorrow then I'll be the raging sea
What if you are the reaching trees then I'll be the storm that with fire rages
The new loneliness your name on the door
Just like a diagnosis for venomous disease
Man is the cemetery for unlived life all for nought the grand accusation
Your face is your name word and shield sharp as a curse
Man is the cemetery for unlived life all for nought the grand accusation
You chose rejection over thoughts of insight
You take action from focus on intent
And brace for impact not waiting for the fall
What cries here, cries inside
Man is the cemetery of unlived life the grand accusation
What if you were a country of grief with me the invading force
What if you were to measure the hollow that captivates and devours you
The new loneliness your name on the door
Just like a diagnosis for venomous disease
Man is the cemetery for unlived life all for nought
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