A pearl of tear rolls off your cheek, never has before
A beast been slain without the faintest bloody warn
A man of strength felled by blade of coward
Stabbed in the back, a’ foaming affront
Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
Art thee force of Nature—fright?
Sing the children melodies—of joy, of odes, of dreams?
Dance they so endlessly, on boundless starry gleams?
Little Lamb O' Slaughter
Welcome Little Lamb.
Go now, produce!
Do not bleat, do not cry!
With bliss, I reminisce.
Remember, I do not.
Why am I so happy?
The thought of childhood.
Last night I dreamt, so sweet.
I laid my tooth under my pillow.
Pregnant with expectation.
I slept so long, so sweet.
Woke up to the present.
Alone in the crowd of mindless ants, living like a dog.
The inane drudgery drives me insane.
I am no filthy animal.
To Tinker A Thinking Machine
No man is an island, yet solitude I desire.
Looking down from on high.
My reign rumbling from the clouds.
My name heard in the thunder:
‘What a bargain!’
Oh, so tempting.
Oh, I shouldn't.
A Bang & A Blur
Life races me by.
I don’t remember.
I don’t understand.
It’s all so hazy.
Tooth And Nail
Cold against the flesh.
Wraith and writhe.
Blood in the rain.
In these depths of debt I wander.
Whereto? What for?
In these depths of debt I wonder:
What worth have I?
Fallen Out Of Favour
Who knew divination would be our damnation?
As the rain floods, I curse the damned clouds.
Am I barking up the wrong tree?
Please, wash my sins away.
Please, forgive me.
Please, salvage me.
Mollify The Machines
I am Human therefore I desire meaning.
The Human is redundant.
On the drift, a rock in space.
In and out of time I float.
Stars wheeling overhead.
Where has their beauty gone?
Where do I belong?
Oh, fabled bliss.
Image so, to weave a shade o’ shimmer sweet.
To live, to wake, perchance to float
Hence where dreams are
Is this here home comely?
Ah yes, it is.
A pleasure then?
Seems so… everywhere except at the seams.
Nag Me Plenty
What is wrong?
I know not.
Bothers me mad.
Loose The Lullaby
No longer can I stand the lie.
Palace o’ Pleasure, I bid you goodbye.
Why was I never content with all I got?
Ought I lay down my arms and die?
For is pleasure not God?
Must I suffer begot?
Embers Of Bridges Burnt
In the image of complete perfection, I carved a scar.
The scar festered filthy—and I thought it good.
To burn it down.
So burns the question: Am I wrong?
Perfection does not exist, yet there is nothing I want more than to live it.
I yearn to retreat to a perfect state—though it never truly was.
I struggle against my nature:
To want to be discontent.
To challenge my discontent.
Fire Of Rebellion
My destination is ever within my reach.
With each fire stoked, my hope burns the brighter.
We will build ourselves stronger.
We will conquer unimaginable challenges.
We will redefine what it means to be Human.
It is in our very spirit to long—for a better world.
To wonder what could be—better. To make it so.
No matter the challenge, we will flourish.
And if our light ever does fade, we mustn’t go out with a whimper.
But with a blaze of grand glory!
So Wither The Flowers
How some buds bloom into gorgeous flowers.
How some buds bloom in gloom.
How all buds are simply doomed.