virus.

it infects, like a plague.
spreads rapidly, disintigrating everything in its path.
surviving upon resources.

the human species, not less like a virus.
they multiply, and spread.
the disease they are, infecting the planet.
killing every source. and then moving on, rapidly,
to suck up another.
the virus called the human being, is immune.
nothing can stop the ruthless creature.
it adapts itself, through the harshest situations
and survives in the most extreme environments.
it's symptoms are hate and war,
ignorance, and then, pleasure.

path to insanity.

the razors upon my bed.
there's a stain, it's red.
alive, or am i dead ?
hallucinations fill my head.
the agony is already fed.
reality is full of dread.
insanity, i once said,
will conquer,
and you wont fucking regret !

thoughts.

quivering thoughts rattle your brain that is squished into your small head.
open and think beyond the usual. its not always the sunshine,the breeze, the warmth and all that happy stuff. hallucinations could help, but you need more than fake dreams. you are on your own, you don't get shoulders to cry upon or hands to hold on to. the rainbow seems blackened,the sky is grey, night is utterly dark. yet, you are calm, composed and diligent in your thoughts. your quivering thoughts. they don't rattle any more, they just bounce off your imagination and jump into reality.

back in black.

under the shadows,
like a hood it seems.
the dullness, it reflects.
killer, i believe.
its lean, with the perfection of a symphony.
devouring, it is.

i am back in black,
and i don't care how hard it seems.