Worship the blood upon your hand
Seek eloquence inspired by obedience
Greed loves company
Misery wants to be alone, Disembowelled in mirage
Ascend mere mighty morose!
Needed for these very times
Create tragedy all for vanity
Delve into frozen fixations
For the very thing you swore against in self admiration
All is alright
No conscience if any ever again
Losing the battle of your very soul
As the darkness begins to win, Perfection!
Seek guidance against your conscience
Makes for easier choices
Lying is easier than the truth
if you are a larva without any distance of shame, without blame
Fear breeder, false achiever
Cathartic beater, Soul eater
On top of a pyre of pride
Using others and their desires
To formulate your own existence, Delirium abasement
Love is sweltering in the air
A hero let alone an idol with great pride
Standing on the bodies used for the success of one
Piling up, burning away, Oh, the smell of sweet decay
A fleshly cultivation carried on
A garden of burnt remains
Memories but tragic vessels
To control what comes next
The sweet gateway to the wall eyed street of another’s success
The awoken now sleeping in droves
Forced to walk in the shoes of desperation
Segregated into a group shamed
By the stone throwers of an almighty righteousness
Seducing innocence into proclaiming shameful disdain
Worship human sacrifice
Upon the altar of your pleasurable pain
Tell the world of this tragedy, with a smile
After all everything to you is all just a game
Smile on
Watch them battle on
Waging war with the weapon of hate
Destroying everything but never your own surroundings
Prey for attention
Swallow the sweet essence of love
Look at those whom adore ignorance
Celebrate those who help others fall from grace
Such a beautiful relationship
When you are predictably left in the dust
I warned you on what was going to happen
Yet, Here I am being sacrificed for the one you think you love
Arrogance won
Tearing your heart into oblivion
Never search for me ever again
Now, it is too late to make amends
Have a great life, Time will never bend
Onto the next trend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem