Whether it be creation or destruction, look for beauty.

everything i create becomes a desert. every choice cracks the earth, every thought haunts the wasteland.

Nothing more than.

Schisms in my visions. My hands look like my feet.
Walking every dimension, in between these worlds I stray.
Time is getting heavier, the pace is too fast.
If only they'd see with my mind, these tears do not put out the embers.

If only they'd see with my eyes, I will not be able to make it,
without you. The truth never tasted so good.

Sickening, they see me.
Behind the curtains of hate.
Sickening, I see them.
Behind the curtains of fear.

By the seeds we plant, who will grow?
Follow the will or drown in the sun rays.

A bus, with female presence, blood pressure raises.
Windows cry, because of the melting snow.
Autumn tree, reflected by an industrial complex.
The tides of seasons have been incompetent.
The roadblock cascades, breaking the foundation.
Thus it delineates my intention.
Billboards show no mercy and neither will I.

My tears become poisonous as my eyes behold the mire of human slavery.

deserted lands tell us why we live, and so we struggle for our imagination.

Build a tower for your god to blow it over.
Devour a land where we pretend,
your people are my people.
We shall unite with death.

You all smile but I still feel unsought.
It's a lurid existence to which my heart confines.
A pale daydream that I cannot leave behind.

ensiform

You're a breaker that wears a costume.
A pond showing ocean waters.
Tidal bores swim along and see your pain.
Warn you, with blooming thorns.
Be waves of ire, when you're a storm.

Heavy

My chest, is caving in.
My thoughts are split in two.
My ideas are waging war.
And I, I am full of doubt.

The burden that I bear,
lovely as you are,
is killing me inside.

I can imagine loving someone to death.

We live in a world ruled by hormones.

So where is my helping hand when I need it?
There's plenty more sea between the fish.

The sky is grey and closed because of you.
Shadows commit suicide and the coöperation ends.

The sky is blue and open for you.
So you create shadows where light comes through.

I know who you are.
You were in my dreams.
You smiled at me and then you died.
I knew you and the curse you brought upon me.
In you arms, in open water.

There are no rules. There is only the majority.

In a way, feeling bad, is feeling good. Or would you rather pretend?

I want it to hurt. So it gets stronger.
Who will understand this laughter?

Why do you not fear?

I am as human as you are, but we all create our own values.

The paved path through the woods.
Overgrown flowers sprout and conceal.
Leafless trees are weeping.

The cuts form my texture.
The lines form my crescent.
My wounds created me.

They know, the saw is not the sword of justice.
They hum; "Have we not suffered enough?"
They chant; "Is it love you seek?"

I can't figure out what is worse. Being forced into life or choosing to die.

Believing it.

I don't, not anymore. You make no sense at all.
Bloated, I've gone to balloon heaven.

Question it.

I get it now. You don't want to see. One side of the story is enough.
Especially when it is backed by the higher order. By what people call the normality.
It's not about knowing it. It's about it making sense.
Nowadays, nothing makes sense.

I'll be leaving this place happily. To a place where I will truly meet myself.

White

I want winter, I want everyone to feel as cold as I do.
I am frozen, this body controlled by emotion.
They make me sound so wrong.

When the sky looks like snow, like it has nothing to show.
Let go of our souls.

The clouds won't let themselves be torn by human eyes.
Let go of our souls.

The sun is too low.
The air is too cold.
Let go of our souls.

Mirror

See yourself in everything, not in a mirror.

You accept death, when you want to die.

I am a monster and I can not create.

eat the snake that chokes you.

It burns your eyes, in its fire of lies.
Its emptiness,its emptiness.
It turns the tides, in its flesh, it dies.

It drags you down, to the ground and beneath the soil.
It tells you what is, it shows you what lives.
It never ends, never ends, never ends.

I’ve got to save you from this.
To bear witness to all and bring closure to this heart.
I’ve got to clear my mind.
Before the blade cuts its way, finds a reason to stay.

Fragile, little house, to whom do you listen.
Shivery and timeless, will peace be given.
Glisten, free from order. Speak in liberty.

What have I become?

The people that know live like stars, surrounded by silence.

The world is engulfed in flames, soon it will peel the surface of our souls, when there is nothing left to define.

Until the answer to life is equal for every entity, we are left scattered in disarray.

These lines are bound. Energy is forever.

The solar eclipse has to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Too bad I was so young, I would have experienced it more widely now.

Sunday, time for some post-rock. To make this boring lonely day, even more deadly.
What else shall comfort the heart with understanding.

There are two kinds of beauty, one is found in creation, the other is found in destruction.
Though the beauty is a point of view, when it is in the best intrest of everything around,
then it has with certainty, that flawless beauty.

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Muscles, entrenched deep underneath the skin.
Will peace be given, as blood keeps flowing through the iron heart.
Rust, they shall give you what you deserve when it is too late.
Echoes enthralled in an occupied cave, living their lives.
Breeding and feeding untill it feels good. For some it was never that easy.

What causes me to fight, to keep going? I can sense me failing each test beforehand.
Counting the days, to my next step in happiness. And now, when it's too late, I crave for a second chance.

What right do I have to spoil their little happy world? What right did they have to take me in, to raise me to their pleasing.

Now, that the opression if starting to stall, they will treat you right, for a while, they will be there. We shall fall into this well again. Untill the next revolution, history repeats itself.
Close your eyes, you won't be using them. It is time, to self-destruct. Time.

Simplicity

Simplicity is often misunderstood. Simplicity is not simple or easy at all.
Not in this world.

Where everything needs a name and everyone needs to feel they exist and mean something.
They can't see how small they really are, what they actually prove to be in an objective manner.
They can't see what is and make up big words like importance. The importance of religion, fashion, fame and money.

Go ahead and call it whatever you want. I will see your voice for what it is.
See the illusion behind time, motion and motive. It's complicated.