Know no refuge.
Insight evades when chaos reigns.
Vorpal energy
Undermines my twisted third mind,

No hesitation.
Thoughts spring forth,
Outstretched arms offer no consolation.
A flicker in the abyss,
In my mind, ever blazing.

Horrible harmony,
Embark on evolution, constantly,
Honestly,

Sometimes, I can't think straight,
In a sync'd state, I spit hate, to reach the brink of fate
And then my ink makes the template, disintegrate

All I have is words,
Empty nouns and misplaced verbs.
Desolate damage is worth it to not give in to the herd.

No price too high,
No cost too steep,
For the privilege of owning your self.
Mind of the individual,
Worth more than a king’s wealth.

Feel the emptiness.
Blank stares and unspoken thoughts is all you hear.
Listen to nothing,
Close your eyes and taste my fear.

Every waking hour,
I crave the isolation that you feed me.
Detached from here and now,
A world of hurt just from a seedling.

I hate when you peer into my mind,
But I'm no longer afraid.
The clock continues to tick,
Always wary of the blade