In a thousand incarnation of pain,
I churn the poison of soul.
I relive the matrix borne in ancestry,
Issuing its harmony through my ebbing heart.
I pluck my arteries to resound the finest quality
And blow through pipes to unsaddle my deepest anxiety.
I press each vein with careless expression
To unimpede this meaningless depression
I mutter no words to the chaos I create
From hands woven by many betrayals and hate
Casting the blade upon my breast
I burst open those fleshly tombs
That drain my being of virtue
And bury in them horrid vice.
I plunge deeper
To behold my ghost
And glare at her who chains my feet
With the raving evil of night
Against her i stand aloof
Shredding my soul in joy
And while life bemoans,
I applaud my daring foolery,
As she swings the noose upon my sacred youth,
And cries foul to the coming years.
I die, or yet I live
In dying, I find my soul living
And in living, I feel this pain thriving
I lay dying and yet living
The pain bruised still doth breathe
The anguish ceased still doth brew.
I live, or yet I die
For in dying, I only live
And in living, I still must die
I scream, I yell
Earth seldom can hear
I wake in death
My soul doth live
And so I laugh –
louder than my lungs can bear
And I so cry-
in mute tones, no grave can hear
And so I moan –
in this senseless ecstasy
And so life ripples-
in this gruesome fantasy.
The paranoia is birthed
In cisterns filled with void
The paradox plunged
In this sweet ecstasy of a living dead.
Play on this misery
the dying must hear
Lash with screams
the born must endear
To transcend this tune to those yet born
Of the unending charade of life’s painful rant.
It’s a short suspending song
With a long unending throng
Of memory bathed in pain.
It’s a bloody sweetened melody
With a bloody sour taste of perfidy
Of a dream wrecked with disdain.
And so along I play and play
And you my ghost must dance and lay
In the abyss of a man long gone
Drenched in echoes of a song long sung.