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Enemy of my Enemy

The enemy of my Enemy
May not be a friend to me
May share the same enmity
That created my first enemy

To come to terms with life
Means you’ve identified your death
Means you’ve found meaning in your breath
But do not accept the sentence
Do not ever rest

You’ve identified the enemy
It will swallow you in entropy
It will sit waiting for the inevitable breakdown of sanity
But sanity is the enemy of your enemy in the light
And you have to be crazy to continue with this fight

The enemy of my Enemy
May not be a friend to me
May share the same enmity
That created my first enemy

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Mesh

The stars will fall
Heaven will hear
the gravity of our distaste

The filth will come
the truth is now
can not be erased

Vile the hand
led by the head
that shined so bright before

Rotting away
the accolades
starved forever more

I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!

The bonds they hold
the web you wove
the husk you will leave

corrupt the beauty
you create
a hell so soft inside

another touch
another day
another left tossed aside

a broken one
a trusting one
Now it’s time to DIE


I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!


The pieces left
they linger on
reminding you of what was

How many lives
each are the knives
Cut the truth into your skin

Reality
the final cut
that brings you wide awake

all are gone
who sheltered you
and now the pain begins

I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!

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Some Sun, Someone

The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moon
I don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted on us soon

Breath like fire and blood is ice. Skin has its own mind.
Crawling out of the throat is the truth, letting sanity unwind.

If we had it to do over again, I would turn reality to ashes.
Instead, we stare into the horrors as the second hand passes

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

The moon rose again and blankets the earth in reflected grace,
She turned her face away, letting pinpoints watch in her place.

Cataclysmic mother once torn to birth the barren daughter.
cries out in agony for the scars that evolution has brought her.

Penetrated and burned for the blood of those who died before
She hopes their suffering will end, and she can cry no more.

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

We crave to claim and walk again on another mother in the sky
Who’s only child mishapen can barely stand to fly

Captured over to witness metal insects crawl her skin
The cycle of her sister will one day start again

But these ashes will drift forever on the cosmic ice
Considered the path but did not consider twice

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

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Onyx in the sky

Onyx taking what was given
a substrate smothered, suffocated
taking and forming
building a shining soul

Newly formed and lustrous
becoming a jewel from layers thrown
a broken threshold a flash
The lights in an instant are stole

both sides to the light
to be formed in the dark
to face layers and come out glowing

Destroyed in a moment
of ongoing torment
The running waters want to go not knowing

Another star blooms in tension
when the tether is cut
rising out of the horror we’re facing

the night folds around
and holds out the beauty
so we can see one last love embracing

Photo by gryffyn m on Unsplash

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Stolen Silence

Where do the words go that we never speak?
Where are the paths to the destination
the places we never seek

Cut off at the last moment
a plan in pieces when the picture was near complete
rain on watercolors when the day was bright
and words unspoken brought unrelenting night

One more day
a sunrise away
everything unraveled in confusion
so many words I wanted to say

If there was just one thing you knew
kept inside for the moment to be right
could have been that last handhold
for you to climb into the light

Cold now the hearth and gone the soul
never knowing but maybe wishing
still fallen before truth was told

structure broken
support was decayed too long

sunken into the sea

I was not a siren but should have sang my song