Front Followed Fiend.

They speak and they've said anything would allow everything in existence. They lied. All is turning around and all is coming down. Nobody can catch us. We will all fall. We will die. So much said on motherfucking lies. Bastards shall burn to the ground in death. Let oil rip their eyes out in tears and wails of screaming children be their mourn. Fuck them all. Them who judge without seeing the unseen. Condemned. Fuck them all. Them who comfort with crossed fingers. Them who know nothing pretending something. Fuck them all. Them who allow talks be larger and more prominent than walks. Especially them who over promise and under deliver, or don't deliver at all. Fuck them all. Fuck them who accepts but never gives. Fuck them all. No one is worth it. All will fall and perish in this rage. All will die and burn and bleed and get fucked in the minds. Nobody will be exempted. Humanity in it's most whole. When bodies are linked by hands, when peace is so called upon 'us' all. I say fuck them all. The imperfectness of humanity. We fell, we fall, we will fall. Fuck us all. I give up. Time ticks in accordance to the will of smiles. When smiles and jokes be set aside, when the tones be turned down, when everything is left behind; the final disappearing act shall be performed. Let everything be organized that there be no marks left behind. The mark of the heart can be only taken by time. First smile left me when I saw that flicker go missing. That flicker which represents the hope have upon me. Second smile left me when new flickers appear. Everything is heading down that drain, be in the goodness or the cruelty of life. Be it.

All Is Cold.

Long awaited.

Eyes. Feet. Lips. Teeth. Brows. Hair. Nose. Fingers. Ears. Neck. Chest. All is cold. None left. Where's the heat? Where's the love? Where's the life? All is cold. None left for no one. The box hangs low down the unearthed ground. It feels very much strange knowing the sun shines upon the lost. Providing a ray acting as a guided path towards the Ultimate. Be it exist. Now that it is done, it cannot be undone. We can miss, we can cry, we can die. Nothing can be done to undo the happened.

Long awaited.

Anger and rage swapping hurt and grief. Like players of musical chairs. They take turns. A whirlpool of red, black, and grey. Swirl, swirl, swirl. Colors and lies unfurl. Out the mouth be it slurred. Like cigarette stained fucking lies. Come crashing/pulling down the path of destruction. Knocking lives aside by side. It feels as if the end is near. All giving way; set loose upon the fallen ground. Sucking all that is beneath the sun enforcing up forth negativity. Fall, further down the ground, deep down. Give up, she calls.

When Words Fail.

I am filled with all sorts of feelings right now. The birds in the sky swoop down low midday to take worms off the earth. They chew and bite and spit on these worms for their pleasure's sake. I honestly do not know who I am anymore. I do not know what I want or where I would want to go in the future. Life is pretty much a big blur right now. Maybe two squirrels isn't enough for a single nut to share. Perhaps 3. Words are failing me. As I stood behind the green curtains waiting for them to be done with their work, I got anxious imagining what I would find. But it wasn't bad, it was horrifying. He gasped for air like a fish forced out from the water. He had blood on his arms and two clamps on two legs. A mask misfitted on his face, providing the assistance of breaths. I am speechless. I felt tears welling up my eyes, and tear marbles up my throat. I hate such environment. I cannot stand being in the midst of everyones' sorrow. Wrongly said. I can stand being in the midst of everyones' sorrow but not while I have my own. Because it gets overwhelming as I feed on the negative energy of the surrounding. It really gets me depressed quickly with unwelcome thoughts and ideas. Physically, I'm out of breath. Mentally, I'm stable. Emotionally, it's chaotic. I admit that alcohol does provide me with amazing senses of relief and that I long for it time after time. It's time to give it a rest and just be with myself again; the best person to be with in the world.

Square Roses.

Circles, triangles, and ovals, yet none beats the square rose. I'm officially down under a tool box so deep I can cry the happiness out with a touch of misery. Death be hidden; unheard of.