The Subtle Death of Kings

You are ruler to none

You seek to destroy everything I have become

Well the walls I have built
Seem to tear themselves apart

You seek all/any help
You're tyranny needs the spread
like a virus needs a host
like a disease needs us in order for it to grow

Seek no further
You're end has come
In the form of pure justice
and unbridled truth

for your perverted reign
I will have your head

I am not alone
They are silent killers but
I am not alone
we are silent killers
and we roam together
and alone

this is our means to an end
and we will go down fighting
until there is none of us left

now begins, the subtle death of kings.

You Can't Blame Me For Thinking It

You are the vibrant sense of life
that vibrates through my entire sky
Blow colors far and wide, even to my surprise
you bring out the sunshine, so no one goes home in the dark
and they'll follow through with whatever you choose to do
because it's all true inside that heart

but you can't blame me for thinking
forever isn't long enough
and right now will have to do
All I do is settle
and I suck out the joy
until I can't fathom release

this may be two sided
or albeit, confusing
but know good nature flows
in the words that i spoke to you
and the intentions i give off
are mere instances in which
you fall in love.
because i can see it in your eyes

and the way my heart races quite like an ambulance
except where their taking me
will be the end of all days


and even if i decided to make sense
i still wouldn't get it (so true)
and neither would you, or you, or you.

Confusion Sets In Silently(Only to Linger)

people of the world
destroying everything i loved
little by little, everything changes
is it for the better?
i take a bitter look around
and see no progress

where will we be 10 years from now
nothing to prove anymore
apathy, the disease of the ignorant and proud
rivers of blood to show how we've "progressed"

as a whole, we have done nothing
as a whole, we choose to obsess
over temporary ideals and clouded theories

we still know nothing

it's as if this standstill will last forever
and i hate to be apart of it all
but what choice am i given
what choice do i have

if there was a way around this wreckage
would we take it?
or will we walk right through it
as if we're all okay

we're so used to lying to ourselves
we forgot the power of truth
now all we know is to survive the next
backlash of broken opportunities

a smashed entity of disgrace
we compose it all, and watch it fall
confusion sets in within me
and lingers to the slow paced death
i have allowed myself to take

Flow-etry

Like a leg spasm, a bad egg
right in the back, weakening
saw the truth in your speech, awakening
now you try and act like you know everything
and ain't nothing wrong with that if you actually knew anything
but you don't so now you got this game going like boggle
actually, more like trouble

you empty my mind with the most discerning things
positive view through negative clues
disguising as a hero among the zeros
and it's all over when you let the words escape your teeth
make you look suspicious among your own critics
and now you see, drop the act and be real.

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cold octobers night, ready to check out the sights
of a beat up town, like the end of a prizefighter fight (lost)
but when the bottles empty, everything gets nasty
chaos consumes one soul fueled by the alcohol
a grown mans milk bottle
puts him to sleep and if he still can't dream
he'll turn to the demise of the streets
the houses, the people, everything looks scrumptious
in the eyes of the beerholder, sees bolder
liquid courage jerking you into a seizure gone postal

and even now the bed looks comfy, but strange thoughts got me thinking
"is god putting me to the test?" ahh fuck it, i'll deal with it while i rest.