A series of dark poetic writings showing a different perception on the world and the way its viewed when the sugar coating is torn off.

FASHIONABLE SUICIDE

The pain etched in stone, temptation bleeds into the wounds of the failed youth. This world is a big joke to us now, and everything is a fad to us now, the knife cuts smoothly to the bone, the hangman’s noose is their new necklace; the darkness follows us in the shadows watching till it overcomes us; why does everything seem so perfect when everything is so rotten?

The knife is their new god and the gas the air they want to breathe, everything succumbing to the new fads. Revolving around what they think is bad, and what they think is false for they are the new sheep, the new wave.

Lifelines destroyed as they follow the next one. Broken veins pulse out at us, as we squint to see the sun, we burn but the feeling calms the faithless. Overdose is the diet of them now, the pills swallowed on quantity, taken to feed what they feel the need asks for next, as it begs for the things that we hate; the fad overcomes what was and used to be, it is the now.

Cannot underestimate the becoming of the end, life is just a statistic now, the life is taken, broken down to be a part of the list that overflows now, the new fad takes the hand of the grim reaper to feed the River Styx with the choked fashion stars. The outcast are taken, are not to be, they are the same, identical now; stolen identities form our world now, sheep of the same roam over and all fall for the new fad.

THE HOPE IS GONE

Stolen away, broken down, the heart has been ripped from its shell, the screaming has ceased within the head darkness lives there now in constant silence. Hopelessness flows over the open wound, stinging the cuts that line the inner senses and soul. It is the forgotten, the worthless, the thing that flows out of mayhem and into the pain of the world, the lust fills the desires of the young and new the taste is sweet in the mouth of sin as we feed with our eyes sewn shut. Our poison injected into the veins, cutting down the senses, breaking our faith and trust. We are broken and traumatised through the dreams we weave with our own suffering. You can taste the blood flowing forth from the open wrists, the vampyric lust overcomes the love and compassion as the blood drains down the open throats of the damned. The shouts are silent and numbing within the mind, eating away at the fragile lifelines we hold. The loneliness takes over, draining the last free thoughts into obscurity the needles slice thin and deep, breaking the flesh and penetrating the soul. Clawing at the final cliff, which lies at the bottom of hell on earth. Echoing pains around the head; the feelings die as the given are broken inside and suffocate on the world.