Tuesday, May 13, 2014

hello hell

Hijacking dreams from the buried past
Death bed truly when we’re apart?

If living is an idea
Is it not also death come across as a concept?  
If we were hallucinated with chemicals, energetic information, holographic universe
Then why we fantasied own demised, enslavement n annihilation
Is own origin causing this suicidal tendency?

Seemed so freed and so limited
So natural and so not
So sure n not
The only kind existence who couldn't convince themselves of own existence
The only kind existence who has the needs to convince itself
Freaking nature of Frankenstein
Confusions reserved only for them hybrids made by genesis genetic master lord
The experiment will kill themselves perpetually over n over
Only left with depression, desperation, despondent and desertification of souls of ghosts form infinity

Pain for now, suffrage for good    

Fade into black n cover sins with opaqueness  

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Marriage to own infinite Death
Solitude isolated be assumption of accompanying
Patterns in pain… memory of myopia

Vampires never speak till you’re one
Rusty relic of re-lingering, only linger more themselves
Murder safety along with boundary
Time to meet them maker s   bottom deep of debauched grotesque   

Growling to beyond
Howling of infiniteness
Scars be badges of pain  
Wear them to receive more to endless rain o pain
Humming to hymns

As crystal clear shot of knowingness appeared
We've forgotten our deaths
To bring more life(lie) to bring more death

Oh bro what can I say more?

Kill life(lie) before it kills you  

Friday, May 2, 2014

happiness is hallucinated by pains

Extra dimensional guilt injected to so called human race(s) by creating them
The guilt will once again destroy to the limit of abominations
Once for the dawn of true consciousness
Destruction became creations
Deaths are alive  
Guilt gave us the only chance
To redeem by self-cremations only because we have to

Shadow n dust
Lighting n thunder
Indulged insults n lust
You passed through me as I went beyond you

I shot myself only to remember the evanescent of your contourless faces    
Real pain is to forget one

Indulgence meant indulgence