I remain the decay of mankind, I am the rot they fear, though tragic I do not claim my fall, it's held with bitter sneer, my heart begings to tremble I now accept my fate; my destiny to be the waste man leaves in his wake.

Flickering gold spheres crazing past the eye, the waivering body falling in motions balance is now the option, trancingly stumbling over oneself reeling from the harsh blows inflicted by the cruel glamoured gender, contact was what brought you here, failure's where you go, forward to the emotional dissapointments ahead, comparatively all are emotional Balboas, You'd settle for less, you are the sugar ray of love, still suffering your glass jaw of a glass heart, and peddling on to find something you can actually ahchieve in your time, you can complete at least one great feat ; the great passage of all who leave this silicon world to press onward to better things, head over or under, lest both places provide a finer fate

Join me at the table, we shall sit and talk, speak of pains that we have known, the pains comunnity cause to be forgot, the reality passes in company and the pain will pass impermanantly

floating, gently falling, grasping air above, sinking deper into the blue, the vacous vatiy of the chest, descenting further, soon to a point of no return, too deep, too pressured, escape will be fractured.

I still seek asylum from my emotion I cant escape my days, the deepened look of harsh battle's fray, the deafened sound of love, the cold lament I now possess, I mourn myself in pride, the sickened loathing I inflict, the Failure i cannot hide.

the world grows and edge on all, the bitter end of the knife, it is used to compensate regret, mine maintains as sharp as the devils mustache I use it against all I grow near to, regret; my blade, Fear ; my shield.

All my words are blasphemous, the ways of life, my story just corrupt, my loathing drags you off your cloud unfairly toward my strife, the strife inflicted on myself, the misery im prided on,

Volumes drag on, each continuing word more empty than the last; the long book of life, each chapter has no happy ending, chapters of love, compassion and spirit continue on in their dark sequels, the shakespearian tragedies

Pennance to the great sins and the blood on my hands, my callous thoughts proove unforgivable, I will not find solace for these crimes, they follow when I pass this world, and my pennance is my modern life