SepiaIn the throes of humanity We step into this sepia visionLaced with snapped quill-feathers and inscribed liesBecause the end of our nearsighted blunt needle of life Is blurryAnd dregs of bitter broken glass Litter our meandering dreamy pathBits and bolts of lapsed lucidity, whichWe cannot see without and in our mechanical laughter, We've abandonedWhen the articulate and the dulled Gather under a single staccato nameMilling, droning, preaching utopiaWe drive like a mass no different from The individual's energetic delusionBurgeoning for that smoke-laden Heavy-scented humid oblivionWe seek nothingWe find everything that We don't want to hear, or seeThe steel locks ticking and tocking into the correct combinations Stimulate the ever-mocking repetitiveRefrain, which can hardly be calledA beautiful tune It mimics us in our sleepUnder jacke
PlagueBlack and blue in vicious hueSwamping toxic muddy gooSweeping 'cross the laden seaWho, lethargic, let it beCreeping high up rocky bankSeeping into wooden plankPristine flow now dark and foulRearing under dampened cowlCoughing droplets, hardened splotchCaking palm in dripping blotchMercilessly murdering allStruck humanity to a final fallDeath fell rampant 'pon the shoresTime rode blood to the afterlife's doorHeaven and Hell alike, all the sameEach hour indifferent, for it had no aimSaints received those who prayed awayTheir life and dreaded resting dayHeretics took those who could not flyOblivious to their own plightAnd when it was finally done,The Plague itself had spared no-oneThe Demons peered upon the EarthWondering if that was all it was worthCertain the sky could swallow it wholeWhile the angels sang.
SparkSeed of ruin, snapping dustPowdery reddish-brownish rustSettling upon some dry hay crustRadiating to combustGlinting shred of reaching armCreeping, innocent glowing charmLatching to neighbors, carmine swarmPulsing with avaricious alarmInvading tendrils from belowSwamped by dull red aura glowQuivery heat manifesting in towSuffocating, slithering slowCrimson ashen tinted topsBillowing upwards, outlined cropMuggy, heavy, blurting coughPlumy gradient, grayish mopAbove holds beating steroid bladesSplattering plops of smothering weightTumbling curtains of coffee wasteSpilling heavy over flaming gladeSlicing needles of chilling icePenetrating vermilion vice'Til furor, steaming scarlet spiceIs curbed, subdued to sparks precise
BittersweetLast year, we were pairedFor two of the classwork assignmentsYou were always faster than me(I copied most of the second one from you)We shared the same brand of calculatorand some of the same awkward moments, tooRemember?I played a song onceIt was supposed to be dedicated to youBut I think I messed upI try not to think about it
Asylum's ChaosAsylum within my mind - Where are you?When tainted violet wounds Leak pastel blood - orWhen stained-glass scales Shine red-iridescent sheen?And when silent crucifixion Rakes delirium, ripping sanityTearing, jagged, from the soul? When stringy webs of eggshell angerFlutter in flags of white rebellion Seeking illusions of serenity?Not sure if you hear my requisitions My implorations or my pleasAs the weight of night-dark EvaporatesOnly to leave me with dense daylight heat I'm alone...Nudging coo, silky sigh Of familiar faceWisps of words - just a faux Betrayal wakesNowhere to turn but the entropy below Resignation to anarchyHarbor of the rolling winds Spil't gray-warped smoky billowsCast and pounded with precipitation My only refugeStronghold of spirit That fortress w