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Burning Passion Turned Fire

Here comes the stormy fire,
Burned out my desire,
Racing against my chest, my hearts pacing,
Beating the pulse to a pulp, draining me dry,
Now’s the time to let go of this tandem rope,
Crash through this masquerade, there is no hope
Nobodies to blame, but myself,

It was all coming lose at the seams, piece by piece
The music was just too loud; the symphonies were burning my faith in hope
Nothing hurts like you do, walking away never giving me a second glance,
Pompeii, rain down on my parade, burn this farce of a show to cinders,
These ashes of our lives are like pythons underneath my every step,
Each sting a cry from my hearts to live again
Not saying goodbye was the cruelest act. 
No words of comfort or embrace to spare my arteries.

So now I am sitting here listening to the dragon that breathed our love,
Its dying a slow death.
 With every inhalation of this noxious gas, it only exacerbates the constriction on my lungs
Its evident to me that, love is dead.
Its all burned away, there is nothing left
There is no love left.
Love is dead.
Love is dead..
Is love dead?.....

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One Last Lonely Night

She was frozen out in the cold
Blocked out by the blaring calls of sanity
She couldn't move,she couldn't think straight
She was on her own. Alone
Her silence amplified by her inner most emotions
Disassociated from her conscience,she groped in the darkness for some answer,a key
To any way out.

But  everything she held onto crumbled under her fingertips
There was no leverage nor any compensation for the fall that followed
She hit the floor hard. Caught in the slipstream of rhetoric questions
Momentum carried her over the edge
Her defences,she put so much faith in, disappeared.

The silence was deafening.
She was Alone!
The revelation was a blow to her ashen mindset 
The realisation took what little strength she had left
The fight was over. She let go. 
The air left her lungs. 
She took the punch. Held onto the hand of death

Her life meant nothing now. 
She was finally free of all the convoluted lies
Her life was o'er . She could finally let go.

Geniuskin

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An Alienation of Revelations

An alienation of Revelations

The rudimentary elements, all collapsed broke free
The whole ordeal made no sense at all
Eclipses and darkened wars of solitude made the eve
It was difficult to comprehend and to accept.
The deluge of torrid ramblings filled my deranged and already on edge mind
I got flung into the arms of the prevalent, push and pull, struggle

I plummeted, head first into a deathly vortex of inhibition and
Lack of strength
The fears that once pursued me, appeared right in front of my eyes
Their ice cold stares, annihilated all resistance left in me
I let go. I had had enough of the charade
My brave soul searched for some light but there was none to be found
All the avenues were blocked off, no access or solace present.

I was an empty vessel of strength, all of me was worthless. Nothing to move this heavy load I was carrying around with me,
Gripping the saddles and reins of this dark horse I was riding on,
All the thudding and clopping could not compete with the cacophonous beating heart.
Nothing could silence the devils taunts, nor the resonating screech of my torn soul
In search of some help and comfort, I crutched across the landscape, looking for some shade

But the shades were to dark a reality to part with, memories ran too deep; the memories ran to deep
Alienation of a different order, I got locked out of my already fragile mind.
As the clock struck one, I found myself at the bridge of defeat.
My precious heart a victim to the arson, the smoldering remnants of a dying past

A single breathe escapes my lips and like some weird musical
My croaking soulless heart gave one last shriek then died
Like chaff in the, ever changing, wind my conscience drifted away.

As the smoke cleared and everything came into focus
I find my hand gripping a still burning matchstick
As the sun started to rise, the fire extinguished
A simple question awakens within the depth of my senses
What have I done?

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Edge of Sanity

On the eve of, demand. Betrayal was rising. 
The voice of strength evaded me. 
The knife pushed deeper in.
Darkness awoke within me. Its grip squashing the life I thought I had.
I hate you. I despise you.
You killed the life within me.  The cracks kept showing.
I died a thousand deaths, t he memory burned out my frontal lobe.
No words of truth or lies to bind those charred connections.
Twisted expectance of soliloquy to compete with these
Mounting streams of inner wars, they all purge me 
With heavenly fire but they feel like antagonizing strings of strife

A thousand arrows aimed at my hearts beating drum.
No mirth or merry go round ride to quench this drying adrenaline rush
Struck at the top with the loose end, going wild 
The wind up here is so loud; my ears are crashing because of these revelations 
These outlandish antics whip and bruise my face
They like fleeting backward incomprehensive syllables. 
I am trying to fathom the meaning of the it.
Those words I thought I understood they lost their meaning the second I tried to say them out loud to myself.

It feels like nothing makes sense. The meaning this is all too clear 
The end is nigh. 
Can you smell it in the air? 
Can you feel it on the wind? 
Can you hear it in my breathing?
My lungs are contracting. The floor is slipping
My world is crumbling. It is falling out of its orbit

How will I survive? 
I just can’t take this anymore!
Take me over already!
Don’t hold back. I won’t hold back. I am open. 

My fighting spirit is not responding. No retaliation. I am all yours.
The reality hazes my eyes and I am lost to the darkness.
Forever trapped in a nightmare of bitter dreams.
As I plunge over to the other side. 
A light pierces my darkness and I see your face.
Your smile and laughter, a melodious song calling back to sanity
But as soon the detail starts to solidify
The sun sets and I’m plunged back into the abyss
The cold follows soon after. 

 

Geniuskin

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Im Not Safe

Nobody wants to be lonely, hurt, burned, pushed, 
No, It breaks you, crushes your soul
It takes the life force, right from your breathe,  
Crushes your spirit,
Hunts you down, crucifies your soul,
Rips the feeling right from your veins,

My soul entirely left alone, Abandoned to the cursing screeching windmill of crushed dreams,
The harder you fall, the deeper the ruin, the more scars get embedded inside,

I dont wanna see the fiends lurking underneath my cracked feet,
Hoping that the light in the distance is salvation,
But nothing can hold a promise to these MAYBES my emotions keep exude,
Maybe tommorw Itll be over, Maybe tommorow itll be OK,
Maybe, Maybe,...

Its bound to break, my mind keeps trying to fight the truth,
 But the ghostly sound of fear, emanating from deep within, 
Extinguished the little light I had left, 
And my conscience lost.

 I got thrown into a darkened room, the heartless fiends I feared the most, 
came galloping towards me,
Every demon tatooed by my fears,
Their loud banging echoing inside my head, 
Its not safe, Its not safe, Im not safe.

I. AM. NOT. SAFE.

Geniuskin

#RightWhereTheHeartIs

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A Paradox Conundrum

The sands of the tumultuous rain drops,
Graced my eyes to the brim with tears, 
Splotched memories behind my eye lids,
Like a finger print you stuck on my mind, 

I found love in the poison even though it wasn’t truths, 
Unbeknownst to the impending tragedy,
I pressed on, ignoring the slightest signs,
It didn’t matter at first but the window was caving in, 
Cracking, loosing its quality,
Like an old negative film, the pictures came out of focus,

The demons swirling within the depths of my irises,
Were like pulsing streaks of sunburned screams of wanting you back,
Transfixed by a mirage of love, seeing the world through the blackened kaleidoscope,

I was left stranded on an oasis, going down a new darkened lifeline, without you.
The spiral downward is a broken laddered step,
Each step caves underneath our broken love, the balance lost.

Where’s the remedy? When will this nightmare end?
No feeling left in this eroding chemistry, 1 + 1 just add me and you
But the math is lost in the darkened glow of our lost love
Wish I could reverse engineer the love we had,
Find what made us break
Find the reason why the universe doesn’t want us to be.

Find why you don’t love me.
Find the antidote to my aching heart.


Geniuskin

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A Tarnished Man's Soul

Hush the silence, hurt the ignorance,
Hurt in the silence, hushed by your loud heartbeat,
I couldn't fight for you, I wasn't strong enough,
You left me no choice, you pushed me away and pulled someone else close,
Now you want us back but you don't mean it,
Never did. And call me a fool for believing you and my feeble old heart,

Muted by my defeat, a war erupted within and a losing loser I limped away,
The breath of life, never tasted sweet anymore,
I drank to much of you and it turned poison , 
Flowing through my system it ossified my already broken spirit , 
Now the only feeling I have left to converse with is suadade,
But she soon changed her face and I got introduced to fury,

I always felt anger banging at my door, but never paid him mind at all,
But the incessant ringing of a lost war echoing in my ear drums every time you spoke,
Broken me, awakened as slumbering danger with in,
You annihilated the chance for any happiness we could've had,
Now its nothing more than broken smithereens of a future I had so much faith in,
Millions of shards protrude from this heart that beat so faithfully never missing a  beat,
But you came around and I got stuck in time, I try to memorize every aspect of you, 
But I can't. You already fading from view, a speck in a blurred out photography,

The perfect lasted only for a moment, thats all. 
A moment of a lifetime I wanted to share with you, 
But it wasn't meant to be, we weren't made to last,
You disrupted the flow of gravity within my universe,
I got carried away, mesmerized by your silver tounge, Inretrospect a shiny danger aimed at my heart,
It wasn'nt to long, plunge you did and I felt it, 
Dangerously I hanged precariously from the edge,
The pain gnawed it's way  into a already broken me,
What little dreams I had brought nothing but nightmarish revelation of his lips on yours,
The harmony we had, was lost forever. 
 The silence gouged at my heart, I didnt put up a fight;  but my heart gave in freely. 

The blood on my hands are testaments to how you obliterated my heart, 
Love wouldn't stay so it burrowed it's way out of my heart and left me standing at a precipice called madness,
I dove right in, praying that the past would hold some comfort for my longing broken heart, 
Wishing for eternity to grant us passage, but the road we trodded lay in destitute,
The sun set on that part of forever, a forever that would never return,
Now a tarnished man, I roam these desolate corridors of damned loveless hearts.

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A Whirlpool of Time

Mind’s been on edge. These drugs just seem like the only way out.
I tripped and fell into an abyss of time.
I’m going back in time, to try and figure out where I MESSED up,
But it’s all gobbledegook to me, its stressing me out, tearing me up,

I keep hearing the whispers of your memories within my heart,
Are you humming under the bed?
Is that your eyes I see every time I look in the mirror?
Is it all inside my head?
Or am I going crazy, seeing as you not around no more?

Come tomorrow will I remember you?
Will I recall your face in passing on a crowded avenue?
Will there be a sunrise tomorrow?
Please don’t walk away.
Don’t leave me here.

Don’t leave me yet. Don’t let these memories fade,
Make them stay.
Why can’t you just give me the benefit of the doubt?
Give me a chance to explain, to reason with you?

Guess I’m talking to closed doors and blocked whatsapp calls.

Geniuskin

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Run

Sweat broke my line of vision,
I couldn't see clearly, these demons were coming down hard,
Each blow shattering the little resistance I held onto,
Mercy wasn't a mantra these Gods acknowledged nor uttered,
Bruised lips and broken fingernails scattered like confetti across these pavements,
These pavements I called home,
Never wander to close to the edge, they always told me,
But I wanted to see what lay beyond the roaring wind,
What beast made this plateau of cowardice tremble with each breath,
So I leapt over the precipice of doubt and landed smack hard on the concreate,
Gravity spared me no mercy, she dragged me down,
Crushed the living daylights out of me,
Broken bones and gaping sinew reached out to the bluest skies,
Thanking the Gods for setting them free,
What little strength I had, I tried moving but the pain was too much,
My soul winced with every thump of my imploding heart,
The shadows started enveloping my eyes, each darkened light,
Gourging my eyes out, I couldn't see. I was blinded by this... fear.
The scream that escaped my lips wasn't human,
It was a sound of a thousand demons tearing a mans soul apart,
Devouring his flesh, ripping his mushed heart to a pulp,
And quitening what little strength he still had left,
Roaring cries of mutilated grief engulfed my hearing,
The last breath I ever took was filled with the stench of my own blood and faeces,
The last sound I ever heard was the flapping of wings and the maniacal laughter of the beast,
If I still had my vision, I'd see that this was all in my head,
That all was an illusion nothing more than simple surgery exacerbated by the anaesthesia.

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Amidst the Firing Rain, a Blaze the Sun

Breathing the air of a fallen cloud,
The dust got stuck in the back of her throat,
Adelaine, whence have you come?
High up above from the stratosphere,
I saw you like a tear in the open sky,
Fiery clawed swipes of desperation,
Of trying to hold on,
Like a streaking comet, you crashed down.


Wasn’t the taste of Love’s sweet incense, rich enough to savour?
Wasn’t seventh heaven appealing enough?
Couldn’t the heaven’s pulchritudinous grandeur transfix your senses?
No, your wings were too heavy to hold you up,
Guess you flew too close to the sun and your wings got scorched
You burned out in the morning sun,
And though the atmosphere tried accommodating your love,
It got tangled with your anaphylactic sentiments and affection,
That you emitted.

Ronan, where were you?
Guess your supernatural powers eluded you,
No power of strength or adrenaline left coursing through your veins,
You mummified the superman that ones swept her away,
She plummeted to the arms of gravity,
She found comfort in the hands of a narcissistic bastard,
He crushed her soul, broke her trust in Love. 

 Mrs Adelaine died a heartless death,
Her beating phoenix heart, couldn’t revive its putter,  
The sputtering of her last breath caught in her wind pipe,
The breath that couldn’t be savoured,
A feeling that would never see the light of day,
A light that would slowly lose its focus, 
on a long lost Love.

Geniuskin