Heart heals

Dragon heart into
Blame the wipe on me
Suffer 9 times repair bill
Raid leader's accusing eyes
Believe in the healer
She is me

Wings too early
Clung to the fear
Of wiping everyone
Sorry I'm off the ball
I.R.L perplexes me
Anxiety stress day

Magma fire pull
Feather cast to move
Coordination sad imperfection
Button mashing to save tanks
Believe after the wipe
Healer she is me

Raid steady drop
Holy nova reduction
Prayer of hymn failed
Reducing us all to corpses
Repair bill paid times 9
Lag spike apoloty

Pooled mana up
Ready check accepted
Stance inner fire set
Shielded tanks hide
Boss plain sight
Meaningless
Sorry

Invalid Premise Promise

In dreams
I force the light
Redirecting the sorrow
Resentment falling away
I am worthy of something
I know not what
Hear me out

Your heart isn’t dead yet
Just give me a promise
Next time no regret
No comparison

In today
Force the fear away
Redirect the self-destruction
All life is beyond worthy
An endless castle
Unlikely gift
This is

Your heart isn’t dead yet
Just give me one final promise
Next time no self-destruction regrets
Life as if you were unjaded
Remember the heartache
Of comparison’s toxin
One last promise
To fine love
Beautiful

No Better

All the bitter memories
Wilt all our beautiful flowers
Until nothing else could you see
As if I dragged you into hell
Sorry I’m no better

I slipped in suddenly
Then was compared to them
Ruining tomorrow’s hazel eyed sundown
My imperfections I became the Devil

I was too far in to see clearly
When all was said and done
All my verbal powers died
I became manipulation
A toxic evil one

I slipped in suddenly
Sweeping you off your feet
In my slip ups compared to them
Ruining tomorrow’s hazel eyed sundown
My imperfections I became the Devil

I’d die now
To know you’re alright
Half way between peace & a sigh
Not afraid to admit love died too early
I’m Satan dying alone at night
Decades of bitter solitude

Lies From a Corporate Safe (Media Spread)

When I stand before the sources of power
They will know the movement against the stigma
Social order status killing off integrity
Conditioned to accept lies

Till my own grave amidst rocky soil
Desperate revelation with a razor
Short timeline puppet given
Relevant surrender
By the weak
Powerless

Whoever the ultimate power is
Karma Shepherd or a Trinity God
They were weak and powerless to save
A soul from the gallows of a terminal needle
Noose affliction hung suicide determination
Media defines the hell of my death
Overcome by silent pictures
Lying corporate riddles

Till my own grave amidst rocky soil
Desperate revelation with a razor
Short timeline puppet given
Relevant surrender
By the weak
Powerless

Pulling my halo down
Broken neck from the fall
Off a bright heaven’s cloud
Curious my soul has no amends
Made peace while passing
Tormented by bloodshed

Knife Pleasures

Grant my knife
Flesh from my knee
Feel alive as I begin to bleed
Gouge out a cross upon the thigh

I bleed out
But I’m not a man
Absorb the trauma within
Pain renders the mind alive
Today I bleed and write
Tomorrow I surrender
Nothing taken back

Convinced the knife
Knew best my mutation
Self-mutilation is my change
Bringing me back to awareness
Therein scripting pages of life
Before the circle is complete
Dying isn’t so vicious
It is my right

I bleed out
But I’m not a man
Absorb the trauma within
Pain renders the mind alive
Today I bleed and write
Tomorrow I surrender
Nothing taken back

Rubble Wronged

Rub me with all your problems
Then don’t forgive my imperfections
Supposed to be like the bark of a tree
Unhindered by every last comparison
An alpha muscular male
Fuck I’m hopeless

Not genuine of humanity
Obscene unpopularity with love
Follow the forgiveness morality
Set the souls of lovers free
Until every last shred of me is finally gone
Hopelessly compared to who I should be
Until all my ink leaked out

I’m no longer myself
A problem only internally
Took up an adored soul mate’s throne
Fucked up my own reputation
Hopelessly attempting love
Constantly compared
I gave up early
Fuck my life
I’m sorry

Satisfied Death

Nothing satisfies me
No longer conform my existence
I will fall back to the realm
From which I came
Darkness

Brought back to life
By a dying dream
Equality universal
Loyalty to this
Then I die

My life is as dried wax
From a dead candlestick
Ink constantly running out
While the system stomps on my hope
Alone I breath in the dust
From where I slept
Upon the floor

Nothing satisfies me
No longer conform my existence
I will fall back to the realm
From which I came
Darkness

Brought back to life
By a dying dream
Equality universal
Loyalty to this
Then I die