DD - Brandon MacSuibhne - Seeded Structure

Seeded Structure

an anti-passive light strolls forth into sight and i fear the words that it
carries with it as it embarks on this terrifying journey, clarifying everything
that i don't want to know.....sever me with a cleaver and leave me with
deceit....the truth is far more dangerous, i don't wish to claim it....i'm tired
of it, i 'm tired of everything, i can't wait anymore...i'm tired looking forth,
i'm wasted by looking over my shoulder every five fucking seconds to see if
you're there when i know you won't ever be....my wishes never come true, even
those cast upon a radiant falling star...maybe that falling star is another one
of my hopes crashing down into the earth no longer able to rise.....this shit i
despise as i do everything now. i hear the bells tolling my name, i hear the
sound of destruction beating from the drums in the sky, those skull-drums so
fucking high and far that i can't tell them to stop, they are mocking me on
behalf of human nature and i say fuck the future i'm her!
e to suture my mind even though i know how fucking repulsive it is and i'm
compulsive this way to get to where i'm going, or least where i have to go now,
wherever the fuck that is. wandering, wandering, so fucking far i'll be in the
same goddamn spot i was an hour ago, ages ago, and it tells me there is no
fucking point and eternity is just a simple waste of time spewing into my eyes
and down my throat so i stop for a second, or a minute, or an hour.....fuck it.
i stop........

who the hell knew that i'd be here? i sure as hell didn't, i'm not moving
anymore, i'm just gonna' stick around and wait until the frost of death covers
me so i'll be static for eternity, beligerance is my guide now, and incoherence
hinders my utmost path to the stairs that lead unto the heavens. send me a
platinum sword and a suit of field plate armor covered in my mistakes. that'll
lead the way.....i'm sure for there is only today to cut off the head of
calamity so i can be truant to the faults of evil conglomerating in my shadows,
cast them down and heed the word of acceptable severance and deliverance that
continues to raze me in my sleep, the shrieks of others who have crossed me are
flying in the breeze, the zephyr of matted divinity indeed haunts my inner
emotions like a locomotive that travels to and from the land of the
dead.....fuck everything anyone has said.

bleeding so slow why won't it speed up, out of my throat i see my coat of arms
hanging above the palace ruins, i'm ruined......why can't i be fluent in the
language of life? is anyone? all i know is that i know nothing and that is my
only tie to humanity. maybe i'm just human but it doesn't seem that way. am i
more than that? could i be more than that? has the higher being chosen me to
struggle into divinity? an age of bliss is no longer here, an age of stress has
reappeared and so i lick my lips in anticipation for another journey of
laceration i mumble a simple incantation and i'm off to disrupt the catacombs of
participated falsifications.