My Misanthropic Sanctum

Closed Eyes

Reblogged from murloh

murloh:

I am safe in the bastion of the dark.

I am separated by those hands I wish were not mine
By the eyes that do not feel like they belong in my head.

In the gloom, I am alone-
I have no body.

It is easier to accept who I am,
A formless mind existing between dimensions
Suspended beyond the minutes that tick away for the corporeal-
There is less of me that I must remember to destroy.

Nothing escapes the mask of night.

In Shadows

Reblogged from murloh

murloh:

Somewhere beyond this simple life,
I have pledged to find peace.

Perhaps it is bliss to forget our roots
Transcendent, bathed in the new light of liberty and death

We are what we make of ourselves,
Some to be consumed by their own disillusions.

Illusion, indistinguishable from reality-
Yet in the shadows, we find our light.

The gleam in our eyes tells a disparaging tale-
The only consistency, our blood.

And one day, it will all run dry.

“I’m so happy ‘cause today
I’ve found my friends …
They’re in my head”

- Nirvana

In Shadows

Somewhere beyond this simple life,
I have pledged to find peace.

Perhaps it is bliss to forget our roots
Transcendent, bathed in the new light of liberty and death

We are what we make of ourselves,
Some to be consumed by their own disillusions.

Illusion, indistinguishable from reality-
Yet in the shadows, we find our light.

The gleam in our eyes tells a disparaging tale-
The only consistency, our blood.

And one day, it will all run dry.

Welcome

Around every corner my fate confronts me-

Death, behind every door
Watching over my shoulder
Always ready to shake my hand,
Hold my wrists in warm greeting

At least I have a friend.

At least I won’t be so alone.

Barrier

I’m pulling down the walls I’ve spent so many years building up
And beneath each, a new terror to arise

Memories and dreams of happiness
Or perhaps the despair that always followed them
Cut to the core by the depravity of my being.

Nations rise and fall, but minds only collapse
It is but a matter of time

And this is mine.

Closed Eyes

I am safe in the bastion of the dark.

I am separated by those hands I wish were not mine
By the eyes that do not feel like they belong in my head.

In the gloom, I am alone-
I have no body.

It is easier to accept who I am,
A formless mind existing between dimensions
Suspended beyond the minutes that tick away for the corporeal-
There is less of me that I must remember to destroy.

Nothing escapes the mask of night.

Ashes and Dust

I bathed myself in flames
Hoping the glow would sate me.
Yet my skin would never char enough
And my pain would never burn away.

I thought I could find something
Buried beneath the ashes-
Something that had always seemed to elude my comprehension

A toxin.

Yet here I am, sitting upon my funeral pyre
Waiting for somebody to shout stop-

Nobody thought to look under my skin for the curse that consumed me.

Moonlight

The moon fell out of the sky that night.

Out, under the cover of darkness
With the imprint of love upon my cheek
And the aberrations of a sick mind in my wake.

Perhaps leaving had been too simple a chore
That place where so much had been decided
So much had been left.

I cannot remember the sky being so bright as it had been with her
The stars, oh how their fire hailed our coming
And how that soft crescent led our way.

The joy we had had

And the scream that echoed through the woods, I will never forget.

I liked to imagine I could still feel her gentle touch
Comfort to my addled soul.

The cursed rock still smirked down upon me
Watching us petty little things dance around on strings.

At last you shall fall for me, too
And I shall know your wrath

Or perhaps your peace.

How lucky she had been to go.

Singularity

We shape the world to our desires.
Filth and death, our currency
As we push ever higher,
Foundation crafted of bone.

How could we be any less than mankind?

Come brother, we are as one in purpose
We fight and bleed-
Toy soldiers in a child’s war.

We shall destroy all those who do not conform-

The threat of living has made us anxious to die.