GalliumGrant

Erratic inelequancy personified, a mind tie-dyed Stained with thoughts best undescribed As anger borderline boils from within Minds shall be set alight bright tonight The inner fire is ready to glow (My warmth... Does it burn? Should it sting?) The backstabber lets loose a blight A compromise enabling animosity to arise We watch, we record, you sink Black streaks drizzle, dancing with disaster Upon your crown as you drown, permanently Your words are your prison And you can't swim Trust is fleeting, flowing, gone Shattered in an instant, released like a breath Dying into the cold air Dust and snowflakes coat the inside of your lungs Brea

Someday, they shall tug at me with fraying forays Into the worst, unpallatable pitfalls of abominable anxiety, for which I ache and do not sleep It creeps upon me, and can never be shaken off for as long as I live They usually do it with Precision And to great effect Precision fathers boisterous greed, growing greedier with stride A predator, it prowls along the puddles, polluted and poisoned with folly And while Precision consumes blood, it sucks in the soul Eyes like a tornado, tugging at me from the gaping hole in my neck Acute cunning is its carrier, its benefactor My nemesis, and the fall of me The clock mocks me, twirling in a dark

A slow spell shimmers softly through silver streams Of dreams in a haphazard, haunting and hollow hum My mind begins to quell the fears that eat at me Through the sheer, souring fatigue, but the lasting pain impedes my hopes to succeed I still can't breathe as I am losing steam This life seems cold, I want to scream The tracks lay barren before me, barreling blindly into lost lands Simply beckoning for a reckoning of what's to come My form is unassumed, shifting Open palms conceal my eyes, So everything truly is a surprise I'm static, lifeless, a snapshot statue, vulnerable and hopeless Stunningly silent Surely somber And sickeningly so

Let's jet set the sky Twirl and twist away as we fly by, and dazzlingly so You're blues are in the air, dancing in the clouds, somersaulting something saucy But borderline somber Your work instills streaks, etching traces of paths passed Carving your reality into mine, such a shocking endeavor Rendezvous rampantly to the home I call my own, and in front of my eyes Lay your signature, stretching across the cosmos The colors wash away, things aren't as they were The way you have weaved I cannot find, I feel unsure Where did you whisk yourself away to, In the wispiness adrift? You're lost, and I can't find you... You've risen out of rea

Seeing these stunning scenes within my dreams As the rain cascades the days away These days flash by, fast Something stirs and stifles from within, a calamity of sorts? In pain, I press my hands against my chest, I lose control, tumbling downward in a spiral And it all blurs by I give in And I flow with the ride Being carried forever along a sudden, sweeping tide Exponential momentus, my dear Rise again, bring the sobering madness a means to an end A three-dimensional machine, a mind unweaved A string of fears and memories, ever-hopeful, godspeed Everything is against you, and you fly alone In an atmosphere that sings melodies in its hars

Greater all-encompassing words are never uttered When they say that existence is almost empty That any sentient being lives in true fear While the chaotic churning in the heart of our universe Remains out of our influence, alien to our control Will chance save you from war, famine, lies, treason and disease? Or will your tale be torn from the pages before it is read, as the tombs of finality collapse upon you? Stealing your breath Sealing your life force And consuming your mind into the stagnant rhythm of termination The inevitable end is always approaching Presenting the aftermath of all that is Behold despair For we are all pawns in a

it hits me in waves that swing sideways like snakes curving to coil round the rest of my ruins with blocks and blunt edges building up beneath skin that sheds in the shape of a starfish and now i know nearly is never enough it's only the island that lies off the coast as i watch with my body buried half in the sand sinking toward something uncharted, unreal i think i missed the map by a meter or two no one seems to know where i am as the serpents slither in the slimy sand, I grasp a grisly end as foretold by the warnings of the past, I sense I may not last... luck only lives for so long, as do the dissonant notes of dance and song but t