† Letter 22
Veiled by ominous clouds, I search for proof of existence.
Vehemently destroying all that oppose me, I
venture into the deep unknown where growls of an unknown creature
vivifies my fear of falling out of love and into strange lands.
Vindictive emotions have lead me astray, out of safety and into danger, where
vicious futures threaten my lifespan.
Victory is nowhere to be found, for you reached out and allowed darkness to
vaporize your very being. You left me here, stranded and without any form of
virtuous salvation, no damn divine intervention to save me now but your
voice, my one true desire, my
veracious companion, my
verdant paradise amidst this
victimized hell we call our world.
Violence and vengeance seems to rule all, but your love is my ultimate
vindication from all sins. Find me and set me free from this certain
valediction, my certain transformation from a hero to a
villain in my own damn story.
(Source: jhayjhaythejetplane)
† Mainstreamlovesongs.
There’s someone like you all around the corner,
drinking on some cheap wine to emulate the inspiration
you seem to pull right out of your ass.
Cheap ballads pull on heartstrings that motherfuckers
never really had,
conjuring images of memories that never happened.
I feel bad for the piano you’ve murdered,
milking the anguish out of it until it bleeds
so that you can get your fifteen minutes of fame
and fuck with other bitches’ hearts like it was all
just a game.
You used to be my own personal melody,
a source of comfort in a world corroding
into its own destruction,
but you’ve turned a piano into a weapon
and seek control of the headlines.
Congrats, you’ve been inaugarated into the hall of fame,
branded a legend of music
but you’re going to drown in your own art.
I swear it. I feel it.
(Just remember who inspired
your melodramatic bullshit.)
† Doom
It’s too bad that you didn’t chase me,
because I would have lead you
to your untimely death
in a pit of lava
and I’d gladly listen to the music of your screams
as you’re slowly burned alive
and devoured
by the magma.
† Lucidity
It wasn’t that (open your eyes at 4 am in the fucking morning)
kind of blur when you unexpectedly crashed into my life.
There was no mist or haze and I was definitely not high;
I was too broke to afford a bag of that good shit but I swear
when your eyes met with mine,
fireflies coexisted with the luminescence of the moon
and the night sky radiated with an extreme force.
The stars weren’t dim, they gave off a fierce aura
and and flames burned brighter than they ever did before.
Was it fourth of July, or were the sparks between us
so damn obvious that it instead became fireworks?
None of that lackluster junk from the dollar bin,
your lights subdued the darkness I was trapped in
and now I see (for the first time in my life)
lucidity in motion
as you walked towards where I stood.
Let’s ignite this dim world, you and I.
Set this place on fire,
so everyone can see that radiance still exists
and it exists within you.
† Spikes
I blindly walked all over the trash
that you left behind for me,
knowing damn well that you’d harm me
and I allowed my bare foot
to let down its guard
and let your spikes pierce past my skin,
into my bloodstream,
allowed your animosity to poison
the depths of my mind
and pollute my sanity
because although you were pain in its rawest form,
I was an addict for your touch
and to this day,
and I still yearn for the metal.
† Never Let Us Go
When bridges burn, the ashes remain
and the debris of what once was danced with the midnight breeze
and manifested itself as everything we ever stood for.
The fireflies forgot to put on a show tonight.
All my eyes could see were shadows making love
and stars depleting their final ounce of jubilance
before sizzling out into the endless cosmos.
I walked the same path as my past soul once treaded
but your apathy stopped me dead in my tracks
because your inferno devoured what I knew,
and birthed a monster in its place.
A creature born from the depths of where hatred spawns,
it licks its lips, hungry for the culprit,
seeking penance from the dealer of broken hearts.
Never let us go, you once spoke in a tongue
understood only by my fucked up mind.
You spoke with your eyes and quiet sighs.
You were the ocean waves and I was the lone survivor
that listened to your tales
but here we are now, so torn that we could never be
put back together.
You engulfed me as a whole in that final moment.
† Foreclosure
They got their best men in ties and jackets,
hammering at the door, dressed as if they had no budget.
The walls will come crashing down when their weapons are raised
and I will die in these ruins that fall before me.
Their fists were the scythe and my future was dim;
I had no choice but to let them in.
They came for my throat, they bound my movement
and forced me to sign in crimson scipture.
I begged for more time, I’ve yet to see
every breathtaking scene that would come for me.
I dreamt of the sunset with another’s hand in mine
and I’ve envisioned paradise but it has yet to be a reality.
His men came to seize all that I own
and though the lock was sturdy and the defense was readied,
fate urged them through and my foretress surrendered.
They led me away as I shot a final glance
at the love affairs I’ve spent with my structured romance.
The ceilings caved in and I broke free from captivity,
slid through the door and entered what I owned
and I watched as it all fell above me.
I will die by what I know
and strangers will never have the opportunity to sew
my legend,
my story.
† Murder Business
Know a ho? Lead her my way.
I dwell in the depths of deserted alleys.
Boogeyman, reaper, nightmare dealer,
I arise from the shadows with a knife; I’ll kill her.
Funds and kush; my only currency.
Provide what I desire and I’ll gladly grant your wishes.
Machete and knives sharpened, guns loaded, grenades stocked,
chloroform rags and silenced glocks.
Pick your poison, deliver your wrath
from the canals of your mind and into my path.
Stab her in the back and lead her my way,
her image will litter the newspapers by the end of the day.
I arise from mythos and take form in reality.
I bow to your will if you deliver my currency.
Kill her slow with gradual toxins
or murk her fast with some blade action.
Shoot her heart the way she shot you down,
shatter her ribs the way she shattered your life.
My mentality up and left; it’s been missing since day one.
I’m an insane motherfucker that loves twisted fun
and I’ll lick the knife once her blood stains it.
Set her corpse on fire and take a couple whiffs
before I pull back and vanish
until another man demands my service.
“Click, clack, bang, bang, I’m in the murder business.”
† Deserted
a fallen comrade; blood providing food
for wolves entombed within the earth’s gate.
scalp rendered by cutlasses and daggers
from midnight’s looters.
right now they juggle bags jingling with coins.
they are jesters who play with fate
and roll the dice of mercy.
but then they lose the game.
karma seeks out his victims
and he sends his minions to punish those
who murder ruthlessly.
two fools lying on a path to an oasis,
both beheaded by death’s scythe.
clothes torn by sandstorms
and bruises stain their bare backs.
as their heads bobble in the water ten feet ahead,
the remains thirst for salvation
while the devil’s servants circle over their corpse.
minute by minute they corrode into the mouths
of the hunger till they were nothing more
but fools slightly sunburned
and gone to waste.
† Fire Warfare
You were an eagle in flight as I reached within you,
found the heat of Mount vesuvius
but I was not ready to erupt at that moment in time
so I let you feel the pain just a little more.
I wanted
to drown you in magma,
to drench you in flames that emerges from the chambers
but the war must go on, else the whole masterpiece
disintegrates.
Feel the spear of a thousand lost generations,
feel it as it pierces your shield of flesh.
Scream as your ancestors did at the hands of death,
but this time, scream for me
and recite my damn name.
Feel the victory near,
feel the gradual rising of velocity.
Feel my soul, my flesh, the rest of my unseen me.
Fight back, my love. Defend your honor.
Slay the trojan horse and use the source of your voice
to douse the flames and ignite them once again
until the conclusion feels as if it’s nearing.
Be the sacrifice to the gods
and let my volcano flood your land.
Drown in the lava and give in to my command.
Collapse in my arms and resurrect the lost city of Atlantis,
for when a new night is etched into the sky,
the cycle begins once more.
Will you ready to take flight again,
my precious eagle?
† Soulstriker
You forged your weapon from iron and hatred,
dedicated the engravement to my existence and as you
readied your bow in perfect form
and aimed it within me, I prepared
to feel every bit of pain, every bit of sorrow,
every bit of fucking emotion you attributed to your arrow.
A flawless release
as the wind’s goddess blessed your attack with her kiss
and earth’s gravity defied its imenent downfall.
Staring straight at the tip of my damnation,
I regret ever gazing into your windows
and propelling myself into your core.
I lost myself in you—
within all the poisoned forests and enchanted meadows,
my clash against titanic beasts and gruesome warriors,
I loved you and I lost you,
I had no choice but to break your fragile walls,
spilling your blood in the process,
desperate for liberation.
I hurt you and I left, leaving the door wide open.
Flashforward to the present. I see my death
in the form of your merciless weapon.
A second later, all I hear is silence
and as the darkness closes in on me, I still regret
nothing.
† Pseudo-High
You give me that
pseudo-high when you look in my eyes.
My internal organs have been set on fire by the tension
between our written fate
because you know that your genesis was signalled
to coincide with my creation.
My addictive substance, my fatal lover,
you’re my nicotine downfall,
my ketamine destruction, my dose of lethal injection
and I’m falling into this descent,
running towards the verge of seeing this white light
but as long as you’re by my side
I know that I’ll be fine.
You give me that
pseudo-high when the roughness subsides
and we’re side by side in our fortress made of sheets,
scented candles wafting in the air as you
take the lighter from the nightstand and light up a cigarette
and drown our love in tainted smoke.
I breathe in your essence and I’m stoned once again,
becoming one with the sky and tasting a slice
of superficial heaven.
† Monstrosity
A beast founded in the depths of mythology
runs wild in the grounds of actuality.
Hiding in the shadows and cloaked by the night,
it feeds vicariously and remains out of sight.
Crackling in the fire of silent fireplaces,
inserting its fangs into cold, empty mirrors,
submerged in the world’s supply of silver,
Tybalt’s wrath stems from this being’s venom.
Bitten in the heart, his sanity pilfered.
Octavian’s rage drawn from the bloodstream
of an unknown creature’s hunger for destruction.
In hell, the devil waits for its release
and yet it has already tasted liberation
when foolishness rules over hospitality
the beast enters our world and wreaks havoc
upon all unfortunate enough to see.
Avoid the mirrors tonight and avoid self-portraits.
Evade the eyes of one’s self in this midnight sky’s horror.
Leave the windows to your soul closed else you just might
come face to face with this monstrosity.
This darkness that lies within all of us…
Does it bear your name?
† Reign of Terror
Parados! And the blades shall touch from the east and west
while you lie, hidden beyond the horizontal divide
with masks and robes of pure deceit and stealthy scents of wildflowers.
The trap door is your guise and excuse for every innocent eye
that you robbed of its sight.
What of lust and greed, and the hunger of human hearts?
Exhuming traits of the greatest assassinators, your tongue of silver
and eyes like lit gunpowder: blazing flames of the underworld.
A promise made is a debt unpaid,
the cherub’s swords will patronize your defeat
as you do a three sixty and backstab a close friend;
your reign of terror will surely end.
Exodus! Your body swallowed by vengeful sands
as raptors pick on hanging flesh;
like tainted threads they unravel as you slowly fade into inexistence.
(Source: jhayjhaythejetplane)
