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[masdis]

The Tombs of Path

Sometimes you have to force it. You push and you shove and something comes of it. Good or bad, it’s already made and there’s no reason to let it be seen. Or unseen. Sometimes I forget which. So I sit here, exhausted yet not sleeping, conjuring verse that is nothing more that verbal masturbation. It has it’s place and purpose, but outside of the self it’s meaning is twisted and warped so badly it must be kept hidden, in grains of wood, the slosh of the beer at the bottom of the can. How blessed must be the god-spoken, how tortured. Beauty and terror intertwined in a dance of convulsions and lies. Grasp it, and it turns to snake, biting your hand. Let it loose, and it flies in your face, a hummingbird refusing to be ignored. Close your eyes, and it whispers in your mind, telling you all the things you loathe to hear. Close your ears, and it crawls in your skin, making everything it touches filthy. Open up to it, and it slithers down your throat, taking residence in your heart, reminding you just exactly how un-worthy you are.

[revolution404]

Sometimes you have to force it. You push and you shove and something comes of it. Good or bad, it's already made and there's no reason to let it be seen. Or unseen. Sometimes I forget which.So I sit here, exhausted yet not sleeping, conjuring verse that is nothing more that verbal masturbation. It has it's place and purpose, but outside of the self it's meaning is twisted and warped so badly it must be kept hidden, in grains of wood, the slosh of the beer at the bottom of the can. How blessed must be the god-spoken, how tortured. Beauty and terror intertwined in a dance of convulsions and lies. Grasp it, and it turns to snake, biting your hand. Let it loose, and it flies in your face, a hummingbird refusing to be ignored. Close your eyes, and it whispers in your mind, telling you all the things you loathe to hear. Close your ears, and it crawls in your skin, making everything it touches filthy. Open up to it, and it slithers down your throat, taking residence in your heart, reminding you just exactly how un-worthy you are.

[masdis]

A Line Ahead, A Line Behind

Midnight envelopes the world, hiding secrets like a room behind a closed Door. Traveling through the darkness listening to a cacophony of the Dying, of futile lives that once shown Radiant, now extinguished forevermore. Silken wings soar along the night sky, Beating in tune with the sound of bodies falling. A Soul is but a trinket to this beast of the night, You cannot escape the fate it brings. Winds Whispered tales from the future, hope is lost nevermore.

[masdis]

SleeplessV2.mymuse

It’s dark, the wind blows. I open my window but there is no breeze, just more glass behind the glass. It’s late, and I desperately want to sleep, but I know I can’t. So I’ll lay here, plugged into the sounds that my computer generates. Hoping for some new inspiration, or maybe just some different sensations. I’ll turn my eye from the mirror on my door, and on my wall. The screaming facing of those inside hold no interest for me tonight. I’ll be up again in a few short hours, hopefully feeling less morose. I feel my muse coming back tonight. If only it holds over into tomorrow, that will be a true blessing. It’s only been dry a day or so, but I’m already wishing the rain would come back. So for tonight I’ll just look at the ceiling, with band posters plastered all over of bands now long past. Concerts I’ve never been to full of people I’ve never met, yet the memories are clear in my head. Adventures and stories that never were, stolen from the aether to enhance my illusions.

But still, I’ll lie here as my muse takes over once more. She takes it all without even trying, and I give it to her gladly. She captivates my mind, makes it so much stronger. Keys click as my fingers fly across the keyboard, my eyes closed. I don't need to see the outcome, it's always the same. Manifestations of thoughts that fester and boil in the black holes dwelling deep in my head. Taking everything, I don’t have to think, It’s as natural as breathing. So as I lie here, waiting for the dawn, back to all the brightness, and everything I hate, I smile. A smile thats sliding, sneaky, ready to hide. One that can't be found, except when she resides behind my eyes.

[masdis]

SleeplessV1.love

It’s dark, the wind blows. I open my window but there is no breeze, just more glass behind the glass. It’s late, and I desperately want to sleep, but I know I can’t. So I’ll lay here, plugged into the sounds that my computer generates. Hoping for some new inspiration, or maybe just some different sensations. I’ll turn my eye from the mirror on my door, and on my wall. The screaming facing of those inside hold no interest for me tonight. I’ll be up again in a few short hours, hopefully feeling less morose. I feel my muse coming back tonight. If only it holds over into tomorrow, that will be a true blessing. It’s only been dry a day or so, but I’m already wishing the rain would come back. So for tonight I’ll just look at the ceiling, with posters plastered all over of bands now long past. Concerts I’ve never been to full of people I’ve never met, yet the memories are clear in my head.

But still, I’ll lay here, and think of the only thing that never fails to make me smile these days. My little kitten that steals my sleep, shows up in my dreams. She takes it all without even trying, and I give it to her gladly. She captivates my waking mind, just as much as she glides into my unconscious desires. Taking everything, I don’t have to think, It’s as natural as breathing. So as I lie here, waiting for the dawn, back to all the brightness, and everything I hate, I smile. A smile that can’t hide, that resides behind my eyes.

[masdis]

I couldn’t sleep last night. There were monster and demons tearing you from my mind.  I couldn’t sleep last night. How you looked in the moonlight, it’s burned in my mind. And I can’t feel anything that isn’t you. And I can’t tell anyone, even you. I couldn’t sleep last night. As the blade chases after you. But you look like an angel, it burns in my eyes. I couldn’t sleep last night. The empty pillows cry out every night. But I don’t know anything, other than you. I couldn’t sleep last night. How come sleep only comes when you’re at my side? When it’s precisely you that keeps me up at night? Because no, I didn’t sleep last night, not without you. These things i've never understood, And I forget the last time I could.