LumenArtist

I can see this great delusion, but I know I am helpless. How long can we accept the glaring promise of nothing...   That keeps you forever perceptible, fleeting to its plan. How long we can accept being prisoners to conscience how long it has been how long didn't I give a damn? I couldn't count. I don't really know much about physics but either way I felt as if something was pushing me at every turn, I felt as if something pushing me in every direction; Pushing me but never in the ways I wanted to go. How long is it that I am condemned to live it again I couldn't know

I thought I subdued a pain from the heart of subtle meaning I thought I removed it again this sharp and subtle bleeding as it remorselessly spread, intricate yet simple, maddening how you couldn't untangle this thoughtless breath that wept. As it smothered you how it infected every inch... is insatiable like knowing there  is  no paradise,  that is really inescapable.. How we feed off each others sickness, I see these symptoms coincide, its funny  considering  that all parts of you can die; I see how emptiness effected you, so monotonous and slow I see this innocence is where a seed of true wrongness grows, The treason inside yourself I s

Anyone who got close to the darkness grew insatiable the vast was an ocean with no soul, with no name casting a ripple made  with each cognitive decision with each one  reacting exactly the same as a flame With each shadow casting a shadow, infinitely responding How long do we live in memory? As long as a body sustains? However long, it takes for us to become just as nameless, However long, it takes for the suns flame to extinguish, to a shade... witness the duality of the hearts shadow as equally engraved   till darkness came and sadness overcame as this sober rain see the lasting remainders of our memories, there descent   the vastn

Nothingness it consumes itself and emptiness bleeds itself dry, as a vessel drips of its last drop flowers some day wither and die the consolidation of the poignant a lingering smell remains behind you can't quite put your finger on it but such a small thing can remind in a past you found a better one revealing back these dead layers letting the old ones fall such is life and the ways of  dithering the old but this old familiarity it embeds, within the every inch of your being... it feels like I am reliving memories watching every inch of you die again, the memory I vaguely remembered was digging through  your pockets.. in a roun

The futility of will, but a whim? to who laments this turmoil for however long it takes for you to turn back into the soil. As these destructive tendencies turned into lonely waves   with the idea things will change, like a chain linking futility. As well as futility that's already coming through your veins it leaves just to  take it in again and again, until it fully sinks in, the red waters shallow, until it comes to me as content can you imagine the  strength it took not to fully allow it if I could see a small contrast I could gladly taste the bullets I could  face the reverberating void that chases the distance If I could pick up

I pull apart the framework for me to capture you within a frame— like it was an epithet I picture you as this namesake— I picture the multiple reasons to  pull  and take aim whether it was same nature or the same name a trigger no, a sniper for a different reason I feel the suns breath introvertly submerge to feel these first real attempts at freedom like firing a shot that breaches the air first if i went slower or faster wasn't a factor. I only needed a single chance to be  high flying I made your opulence, I wasn't even really trying It came naturally, as the weight accumulated around you knowingly you were obsessed w

It wasn't paranormal how you dug my graves with your eyes. The seasons we took for granted, what if seasons were gone. I counted the days like a doomsday but what I needed was time. I didn't tolerate the wounds like  it was too late.     As if we will fill the hypothetical graves we just opened. We know too well that there is no doomsday date   telling  us, when the end may or may not come. You stop existing when you give up on what matters in life so in a sense, in the flesh,  I'll stay forever young. When closing your eyes existentially; death happens, many times, waiting  for another day that never comes. will you reopen your eyes o

What was it to die and to not die a ravens eye, in those I saw death,   in the blackness that was the shape of a jewel,   I saw a miniscule light, like the end like a gun to its barrel... dying in the name of Odin, I extinguished its flame, I foresaw the end like Odin... I saw the dissipating light slip from many; many eye I saw the once great Yggdrasil wane like a flower I shared the greatest pain as I saw something  precious die     to me its an omen how something so beautiful could petrify Similar to the Vikings...I was facing my subsequent Ragnarök but before those jaws of Fenrir had swallowed up the sun plunging us in darkness,

to be cast from the heart the mind, tossed aside like a pebble... wondering how to locate it among the ones of others; the countless others who cast theirs down here-- to the bottom. without any  hopes of recovering it but like yours they were also here for a reason, plummeting lower than your claims of reason   ever a lust to throw a stone to the thickest heart,   watch, how it sinks into it no different from tar, bleeding without remorse for  who sent it down here, thinking that this was about "as deep as it gets" death wasn't especially slow its just the variant to how fast life slips,  as time never really forgets we pursued

I see the myriads of   crows black feathers cry, murder, their  cawing, the taunting that quickened in my mind   vicariously, talking through me but I was no mind reader, I was never a seer seeing but neither was I blind trust me when I say so quick it was a trick there was no control just the voice in the back of the mind, telling me and telling you to test it taste the metallic taste between each your gums, feel the sort of fear that makes you blood thicken, see the harpooning nature of these molars-- sink, as your lips quiver the fastest pace--the blood quickens, tell me do you believe in your god till your blood administers t