What is the color of death?

Do you hear the wind cry?

What is the color of death?

Is it the black veil of the mourning mother?

Is it the flossy white dress of the newly wed?

Is it the color of your blood?

As it flows from your veins and down the drain.

Does it smell like pollenation?

Does it smell like rancid unrination?

The stench of smoldering ash

The decaying trees and life long past.

These are the signs of death.

A celebration of life-

A cycle that will not end,

A cycle that will not bend.

The color of death is bright orange.

The color of death is pale moon.

The color of death is the black sky.

What is the color of death you ask?

Why, it’s the color of life.

Out on the seas.

setting up my sails 

for new lands and dreams. 

Churning storms of brewing depression,

bore down and ruined my expressions. 

Floating adrift,

my foundation now mere myth.

Clinging to remains,

I hope and pray.

Oi!

Land, behold 

before me. 

Stepping on land,

meet with trees and sand. 

Land seems strange,

something beyond mundane.

Forest of wonder,

lead my path not asunder

My heart is black.

Devoid of feeling and life.

My soul is twisted.

Dark and morbid.

Search for solace.

And you will find horror.

I watched a spider crawl across the wall today.

It was the most amazing thing I had seen all day. 

He left me with a message.

And what it said,

Was to dream. 

I need to learn how to chill the fuck out. I press way to hard sometimes, and then when I don’t get a reaction like I expect, I freak the fuck out. 

We are told to seize the day, but then when I go to grab it; the son of a bitch runs away.

I’m sitting here- Contemplating. Wondering what is this life, and why there is so much irate.

If we only get one chance, why is it I’m the only one giving a rats ass?

I’ve got thoughts- Like, I’ve been there, seen that, done it all before. 

Starting to doubt this is what its all about. Its too complicated- to be this complicated.

Bettering me to better you. Better this place and maybe more people will stay.

Love the ones around you, because we are all apart of the collective zoo, thats you!

Waiting time is eternity, once you get a chance, don’t toil. Waste time, and witness just how quickly you unravel your mortal coil.

Transforming, Rearranging, 

New methods for old meth heads. 

Every day,

in and out,

similarity has become standard.

Tossing the mold,

break free from invisible holds. 

Finding comfort in what makes

our blood pump,

this path will lead us from

rash decisions to

successful visions.

What the fuck.
If I was ever alive, well its hard to say.
I’ve traveled the expanses of the world.I am the dust on my shoes,the shine within Heilos eye.I am all that comes before me,Only because I am me.
Images of gore and horror,Cherishing all those that we care,Pray to our saviors,Our prepare for the return of those we do not with to return.
Agents of the saviors,Surrogates of the sinners.
We all have our part to play.
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Flying up takes you down,Submerging low brings one to new heights.
Integral matrix,Meshing parts,connecting and igniting
Your life is kinda like a story.When ever you get the time,sit around, don’t be a shy guy.
The one who hides,shall be the one that does not find.

Art is a ever changing organism.

It forms and changes in the mind of the beholder.
Slowly, through time, the image in the creator
comes to form in physical attributes.
Natural selection taking course,
Perfection extending through appendages

I can’t control this urge,

It swells inside when I think
I might catch a glimpse of your eye.
Collapsing under your touch,
your very essence enough to make
even the most grown man
cower and hush.
Similar in kind,
Can’t we please just enjoy each others time?