Spiked Crib...

As Enthralling Years Blind Us Into Oblivion,
We Overlook The Reason Of Life.
A Screeching Fact Erupts In Our Minds
And We Have No Turning Back From The Strife.
The Darkened Objective Of A Mortals Birth
Lies In His Deeds That Follow Him To The Grave,
The Consequence Of Which
Chooses Our Master To Be Enslaved.
Philosophies Are Drowned
When The Body Leaves The Soul
And The Account Of Life Engulfs The Whole.
The Judgment Is Passed
And The Deceased Are Unmasked,
With Ever-Hungry Lust For Eternity,
They Have Shielded Their Pasts.
Mourning The Day We Are Conceived,
And The Treacherous Manger In Which We Are Dipped.
To Survive A Life, A Test, A Slaughter
In An Innocent SPIKED CRIB

Drugged Dreams...

I am dreaming of woods,
still n silent.
I see the burnin candles
arranged like a star.
The world is turning
filthy n violent.
Massacred towns,
corpses tile the paths.

Superficial dreams,
Apparently real.
Intoxication of the ecstacy,
rising like mercury in the sun.

Surreal thoughts,
vulgar words,
All crimes commited
by the subconcsious mind.

Is it for for real?
Why is it done?
Since love n pain are not fr sale...
but the drug is...

Realisation dawns upon me...
I get what I want...
when I am drugged.
I am happy...
when I am drugged.

I am my worst master...
and my best slave.
No chains bind me,
Scars in my soul engraved.

No emotions last
longer than an ebbing tide.
No friends, No enemies,
no one by my side.

Overdosed when I am...
I realise...

Nothing begins and nothing ends,
that is not paid with a moan.
For we are born in others pain,
But shall perish on our own.