The Unknown

Injustice

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 Alight

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!

What? Why?

Do not bleat, do not cry!

Why? Why?!

 

Simple Soothe

With bliss, I reminisce.

Remember, I do not.

Why am I so happy?

The thought of childhood.

 

Fairy Godmother

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.

 

Plenty Dreadful

Alone in the crowd of mindless ants, living like a dog.

The inane drudgery drives me insane.

I am no filthy animal.

I think.

I feel.

I am.

 

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:

Deus Prometheus.

 

Faust’s Folly

‘What a bargain!’

Oh, so tempting.

Oh, I shouldn't.

 

A Bang & A Blur

Gone supersonic.

Life races me by.

 

Spaced Out

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.

Anguish.

 

Forced Labour

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.

 

Space Oddity

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?

I wonder.

I reminisce.

Oh, fabled bliss.

Sweet Lullaby

Image so, to weave a shade o’ shimmer sweet.

To live, to wake, perchance to float

Hence where dreams are

Sanctum Simulacrum

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.

Inner Drag

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 miserable.

How some buds bloom into gorgeous flowers.

How some buds bloom in gloom.

How all buds are simply doomed.