The flow of the world on my skin cooling the essence of my soul with undying

flashes of Blue movements twisting into visions of lives.

thrown to the abyssal plain to give

                         meaning 

to true oblation as we fall deep within the ribs of the world.

screaming upon horizons.

                        cold lights.

beaming the sensation of salt and blood on the lives that reside within the depths.

I allow the world to cover my flesh I embrace the cold of it all beginning to slowly let my lungs fill with the profound cold embrace, understanding

         My soul 

Will reside Within the beautiful Cold

Embrace.

The waves of the world bring nosies of splashing.

                   manic laughter 

my lips begin to intake the salt of the world.

My eyes roll back My lungs are full Cold crossing my flesh The noise of waves

Salt.

The gun in my mouth couldn’t stop the water of the beautiful

World.

"I think you should come to the understanding that the end is not what you think it is, my dear friend what demons have you brought to my home?"

What has compelled us to believe in the sick and drowning the ideas of the suffering and all that is left? Burned, broken, twisted and forgotten then as such blasted into confusion and despair. Becoming more aware. Looking down a little bit to see the Undertow of all that already is and all that will be.

She was not willing to stop the flow of hate, I cannot stop the spiral of desperation and manipulation so when they take what is left of my skin and you torch all that is within me. I came to believe in everything that you gave onto the children and the men of humanity. In a act of kindness towards them I abandoned my humanity for you ?

"What we have worshipped isn't a religion but a idea of what is to Become and what is beneath the earth rotting and writhing like forgetting the memories of unattainable life”.

"There's so much to observe from the plane of existence, I'm not even sure if life was even meant to be. When I was younger, I used to look at the stars and dream of a world bright, almost like a Utopia with towers screaming in unison like heroes, jumping to save the pretty girl, but end up, murdering their own family I'm not sure why we were gifted with something so undeserving. Every single day I look to live a life that is not bounded by chains of materialistic objects or aberrations of a dying human spirit. "

Twas death that was made to show true unity between us and the sky so why must I share the keys of a forgotten world to a man who's very essence is corrupted? For I know my life is reflected by the never ending struggle of pessimism through the howling of hyenas. I seek to find a life worth understanding. To feel truth not just by heart and soul but with eyes and skin you will feel what is right and what is forgiving. "

Coming to realities that are broken with lost faith, the sense of all of this damnation becoming all to real.

I was not aware of the difference between my anger and a looming demonstration of sadness shown by others I watched you crying within dreams of madness and suffering, I was filled with the emotion of a empty heart, filled to the top overflowing with disgust. To bear the weight of a trial so damned was the dream of yours and the nightmare that was the ebb and flow of what my life was made to be. To bear the insecurities Of a averted gaze. You decided to overt your gaze But I stilled watched you crying Lost in a world of darkness.

The collective of thoughts constructed by beings of flesh and bone, forming endless memories different by nature but originating within the space of the ebb and flow.

Now come and understand that we are no longer apart of the collective, are lives were built to envision images greater than the highest of heights and look at how low we have fallen, the soul became broken long ago and like flies to dead flesh we surround the idea of becoming apart of the collective when we know that this life is coming to an end.

“Here I stand looking at you, seeing all the beautiful things you have corrupted; my heart swells with anger as I know the defilement of my creations was the nature of your heart, within the heart of a screaming ocean washing over are minds with thoughts of the damned collective, becoming everything I’ve never wanted you to be.”

The human soul has been corrupted,

I am sad

The air I breath is thick with the smell of ash and smoke, my eyes darkened to resemble the primordial essence that is within my soul. For no man has come upon the flesh of another and see beauty as a way of paying tribute to that which will never be. The body begins the descent into the void screaming without the purpose , taking nothing into realizing of what the blood has done for the heart. My nerves felt scorched as I screamed for someone to notice my flesh “ am I beautiful to her?” The flesh…screaming in idioms know only to the demons that resides in the minds of the masses. Take head of all who sleep and break the mouths of those serpent demons that resides within the heart.