Conversations with a madmanAm I mad? I guess it's obvious.Conversations with a madman by DeceasedPlanet
For you just believed you spoke to a planet.
So I'd say your insane, if you don't mind.
Well a mind? I certainly don't.
When I left this house,
I had such a feeling, the need
To kill myself.
But now that I have returned,
From my conversation,
I wish nothing of it.
I need a reconnection,
I need a re-calibration,
With our earth, the deceased planet.
Many view madness as a bad thing,
Something, some state of mind, negative.
However only through madness,
Have I found true, genuine happiness.
For what am I,
But a verbose thought.
Wrapped up in skin and sanguine,
Comprised of fleeting moments,
Faux truths and a
Personal spiritual ideology.
My mind a realm of chaos, undivided.
Constantly warping, changing.
A moment of complete silence?
I could never recall.
Yes, a pit of disorganisation,
But yet of organised anarchy
That follows no fixed form,
No certain structure.
Much like this current piece
That I have entrusted to you,
To happen upon.
Do I retain the right
The Oldest Trick in the BookThe Oldest Trick in the Book by GrubbsWriting
The recurring theme of malinger and tomfoolery
pushes an envelope packed with counterfeit
bills across a desk made by the hands of hungry children.
So blatant a sin as to lie to a land of suspecting
psyches is that of a rape to every thought crossing
the pathways of synapses and morality.
The clueless neckties were never clueless,
as free will is the truest catalyst to the monsters
beneath the skin of miracles, like cannon fire in an orphanage.
Deception is a talent practiced while mastered by Hell,
and surely the envelope holds origins from places of evil?
Bills, from mangled trees, grow into newer roots of evil.
Rot can be proven and believed in any walk of life
in and across the world. A thing like evil is illusive
but worth the hunt. Thus end this cycle before it expands.
It is old and respected only by the evil and the ignorant,
the breeds who are related in sin. Let never a single demon win,
and take only the challenges that ring bells in Heaven.
ZealOh, the grand and boastfulZeal by alTered-Affliction
Lies that devour us all!
Never to sever ties with the hopeful,
Nor delouse the segregated downfall …
Of the mass strings of refuse,
Choking on the mouthfuls
Of loose commentary, and we lose …
A precious token from a handful of fools.
Decadence and decay
Destroying the lives of our youth.
Turn your head, look away,
For the sight is much too uncouth.
Destruction of the individual,
The masses claim equal right.
Answering to a lost call,
The screams unheard each absent night.
Dusting off the canopy
Topping paths far gone from time.
Awaiting fair agony
For dutiful and unkempt crime.
Cries from the monasteries
Awaken us from dreams we dare not lose!
The churches and the sanctuaries
Drive us not from the temptations we seek and choose.
A pleasant overdrive
Is all that is left of ourselves.
Plant, succeed, and thrive!
Climb those pestilent, sticky shelves.
For ours are not lives we chose to live.
Our choices are cliff dives from
Forsaken mountains, a ch
NightMareNightMareNightMare by DraganTheMighty
I'm lying sick, I'm in daze,
A Demon's running my head,
There's a fox and a blaze,
I'm not on my bed!
I run on the mountain,
I'm feeling so free,
I run on the mountain!
From myself I must flee!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel;
I can't stand this alone,
It's so heavy my burden,
Take me back; Take me home...
Lost inside my own dream;
I can't find my way out...
It's my fever, my sin,
I must wake! I must shout!!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel,
Though it's mine, the guilt,
Stop this fever, my burden
And the tale I'll sing.
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