Board up these walls, this well oiled machine

The following has been wrote from the perspective of the lead character in an idea I am working on. One day, i’ll get the time to start this.

The burn on my lips

The smell of burning

Out in the fresh air

I sit by a fire

The smell of vodka on my breath

And the stain of tears on my face

A few days have passed

And I still remember

Those words you said to me

This feeling I can’t shake

The sick feeling in my stomach

As I watch everything I have known

Rise up in a cloud of smoke

Every moment we have shared

Every little reminder of you

I just can’t stand to save myself

Motionless

The Forrest floor my mattress

As the world spins and spins

I slip into this deepness

Nowhere to call home

I can’t help but feel alone

Visions of an altered state impregnate my soul

As I come to realise that I was better off

Not even existing

Everything I touch

Everything I do

Everyone I love

Goes away in the end,

If I had the ability

The know how

The desire

To go back and fix

All that I have done wrong

I don’t know if I would

What if it all turns out the same

As we live our lives along a predetermined path

Set out before us

A veil of false hope

Blinds us

To make us think that our decisions are our own

But who in their right mind

Would live a life as fucked up as mine

I’m just a drunken mess

Sitting by a fire

A pathetic waste

Why do I even bother?

Now you,

Even tragedy has met you,

As you lie in the hospital

Wearing my wounds

Your blood-soaked sheets are the only thing

That gives me hope

As I stumble my way to you

The smell of failure

The rich aroma that follows me

Passers by just turn their heads and block it out

Sitting on the bench looking up at the windows

The only window with a light on

Just hoping

Holding on to

The slightest hope

That something

Just something

Would go right for me

A glimmer of a chance that your still there

Hoping

Hoping

Hoping

I’ll be waiting here

The sky has been black for as long as I can remember

Everyday I wake up, I hope it has changed

But it’s still the same,

Just the same darkness fills the skyline

A constant glow of the fading city lights

A city collapsing under its own weight

A constant fucking reminder, of the eventual end

How long can we keep like this?

Knowing that we don’t have much longer

Upon the hill I look across

As one by one lights disappear

What little hope do I have

I just want to know

If the sky is still blue on the other side

Or if the darkness is all that’s left

The engulfing chaos has gripped us

Slowly countries disappear

One by one

Into the abyss

And as I write this

My own city

My own home

My own life

Drains out

Spilling and staining

The last thing I can see

The white of the sink

The only thing that exists

Stained with what used to be a person

What used to be me

As I lay motionless

On on the tiled floor

I fall into what is known yet unknown by man

The fear that is inside us all

Yet we know that this day will come

The end of it all

Reality bending to the minds perception, as I stand here alone, on the edge of life and death, slowly I fall, the cold air filtering through my fingers, silence, peace, await me at the end, there is no one here but me, in my inner peace as the world fades to black, life drifting away, as the water gets closer, has it all been a lie?

Spreading those lips of hers wide open, just to get a fix, the putrid stench from a thousand others, seeps below from the mouth of her sin

Contaminating those around her, spreading her disease into the heart of man, a harlot of desire, raping the minds of all those that stand in her way

She’s just like the others
She’s just like everything I despise
Just another
Just another filthy whore

There is just but one fix for her affliction, pulling the entrails of her grotto from the root of their filth, just sit back and relax, while I tear apart your disgusting cunt.

Frantically I dispose of the vaginal wall, the blood begins to flow, ripping the pulsating embryo from it’s chamber, digesting, molesting your unborn child.

Anything you hope to achieve in your life, Anything you dream and aspire to be will be yours, but you can’t get there without staying strong and true to yourself. People will try to get you down, people will try to do anything to make you not achieve your goal, but its these people that are the inspiration, your drive to make you achieve everything you want to achieve. It’s these people that are the stepping stones to success, it’s these people that are your proof that you are doing something correct, because they want to do anything to stop you from becoming who you are destined to be. Without enemies to push you to succeed you will get no where, without pain you have no lessons to learn. You will be great. Trust me.

I’m feeling weak again

Darling, Won’t you come inside?

It’s raining

Can’t have you in the cold

But you just stand there

With a blank expression

Such simple words

Have never hurt so much

Sinking to the floor

My hands to my face

As the world around me

Fades to black

Oblivious to everything

Nothing matters anymore

A year has passed

I loved you

I needed you

And you left me behind

Sitting in my doorway

I will never forget the day

That you came over

And said,

Babe, It’s Over