...need...psycholeptics...now!..

A sincere blood is tickling my chest..
Wait! Wasn't this supposed to be inside my body?
How did I die? What happened to me? Why?

A voice says, self submission..

Everything becomes clear..
As clear as it was before..
So densely lost in fog that I cannot see the future...

This tune of discordance, can you feel it?
Can you hear it taking over you, crawling through your senses
Dominating all your feelings like an addiction?
Can you hear the melody of your fall
The beat that brings you flat on the floor?

Envision a brighter future, the voice says from nowhere
Because we choose to ignore it
Because it is an irrevelant fact to the real truth..
How can we dream of colorful days when the past is just not there?
How are we supposed to live better lives
When all we do is duties and not stuff that we love
How can happiness surround us when our life is caged
In a stupid cause called fate, the simplest form of obedience?
We will die.. We will think we were proud of our lives..
But at what cost? What have we become?
What has this world made of us? The world created by humans
The world once belonged to nature, and was pure and simple..
Now complications make OUR LIFE simple.. and tasteless..
All the fake joy we have in everything.. So not there...

Human didn't need gunpowder to kill itself...
Human created gunpowder to save itself..
All the stuff we created to defend ourselves..
Now a suicide is a residual escape portal...
Maybe painful, but sudden..

Who are we to blame for ending our lives so soon
Without even knowing the philosophy behind living?
Is that why there are freedom fighters?
Hidden rebels against a populative system...
Is it that foul smell that awakens some from their oblivious sleep?

You don't own this life.. You never will.. As long as bound by the rules..
You will always feel the burden on your chest
But will never be able to name it...
That's why you have to live through..

Here, your daily dose of psycholeptics..
Enjoy your lies...

Welcome..

In the sweet wavelength of the ripple I've lost myself..
Towards the master void of entity I found myself traveling...
A delicious piece of meat for the darkness.. So tender, so young..
Thoughts unharvested, thoughts stolen by oblivion,
Thoughts that dominated my mind for years, now only a sound
A call from a distant voice that asks me to let go
Let my body free of all the tension and fall down the waterfall..

Now the warmth of the sun is fading..
My summer has ended.. Will it be my end too?
Will I descend behind the mountains to be forgotten
Until I resurface into a world that I will never know..
The past shone above like an idea that gave me strength..
The tender touch of a hand that tickles the cheek..
The love that flows from the minimalist connection..

Now the notes sound absurd.. So atonal.. Yet so beautiful..
The distortion is a cage for the heart's pound,
And every second I breathe is pure pain..
I learned to love the piercing emotion that corrupts me
Every single heartbeat that kicks me in the face..
I smell my blood on the surface of my own survival..
I feel the flesh touching the cold of death..

Now the melody is bleak, the thoughts vague..
A man wandering in the woods, away from his own being..
Hoping to find the beauty that the sound calls him to..
But now the vision fades, just like the music
Alone he stands stranded in the place unknown..
No instructions, just the place, with nothing but him..
Not even the ground nor the gravity, nor the air..
No suffocation, no pain.. No lights, no colors..
No darkness to focus..

Now the epiphany is a wanderlust echo that my own being surrenders to
A false deity, urging the manifestation of the weak..
A sting of collapse, a blade that tears the bonds
Between the living and the dependent..
Now that the parasite is gone, the soul is free
Flowing through the ripples of drops falling from the spring flowers..
Floating through the resonance of a cry of our mourners..
Flesh was our only fault to be alive, now this separation creates a new home..
Welcome...

Dæmon

The demon in me is waking...
Almost an eternal hibernation
Yet an awareness of its existence..
A life passed with sins, yet none of them so vile..

The demon is me is waking to possess me
To drop me down, to torture me..
Taste of this sour wine called blood
Becoming more friendly and caressing..
Changing roles now...

Whispers for a Fallen Soul

Life is a sparkle, a precious one..
A moment of distraction, a breeze catches the flames and chokes them into thin air..
Life is that tender laugh held between our palms like a priceless pearl..

It is an ominous coincidence of events that lure us into the Siren's trap,
A matter of moments, and our existence is of question..
One moment, the silver substance called soul dominates our cells,
The next, the body collapses, sinking down deep
The pitch black emptiness we envision as reaching heaven..

We leave behind millions of souls..
Thousands of them, we know..
Hundreds, we care about..
A fewer that feel it mutual..
And a handful that we love deeply
Without even knowing where it comes from..
When we're gone, we create streams
We create noise, we create echoes through the streets,
We create a commotion that we could've never ordered..

For all of this, we have to sacrifice a sparkle..
Even if it's an involuntary one..

Human.. The perfect tool of distraction..
The perfection of the clueless state of mind..
The one that will never know what is next,
The one that will never control the thing coming up..

No one can admit that death is the best thing that could ever happen
Because it's us that is left behind,
It is us that sheds the waters of the body for the lost souls..
The knowledge of pain, the burden, the template of discourse..
We will never feel the comfort of the final sigh
Until we face the truth..
Until we lost in oblivion of our darkest dreams..

Lost Hope

A translucent state of mind flows in this corrupted system..
I fail to be what I am supposed to be..
I am not here, when I should live in my body..
When I should be the host, I am the predator..

I fail to follow a path, I fail my destiny..

My mind still thinks of better days..
A distinct hate towards the present, a cowardly embrace for the past,
The result is a delusional existence of a disposable body..
It is there to live because it's ruled by hormones,
But the real control mechanism is away...

Abandon the ship, called the captain months ago
When the living conditions were too disturbing...
The thoughts needed comfort, the thoughts needed freedom
And the body needed a friendly embrace...
Now, dwelling past the conquering methods of life
A body struggles to be a part of its own fate
As it stumbles due to the lack of a mind force..

I was never here..
My home was summer of 2007..
A summer that will never be lived again
Except in my memories..
That's where I am at..
A bitter reunion, a sweet transition into morbid subsistence...
All those leftovers, crumbles of visions, familiar voices..
All that I can hang onto..
All that I want to be, but can't
In this rotting, vicarious shroud..

I was never here...
Those eyes never believed what they have seen..
For them, the only truth was the past
The days of happiness that erased the frown on my face..
There were ups and downs, but it never let me down...
You, the one that exists now, you are not real!
You will be a distant thunder once I find the rewind and replay button..
Once I get back my freedom, you will be a hiss of solitude
And I will be alive, once again..

But until then I shall leave this body for its own existence
Leave it be, and bury myself deep in the fractions of the essence of elation..
An astral journey that might never end
Until my power source decays
Since I have lost all hope
Of ever going back...