You're A Psychopath

You can walk on by and I'll do the math

I think there's an even chance, you're a psychopath 

For in my mind's eye, your insanity's cemented 

Your actions and demeanour are clearly demented 

Your aura's vile and your soul's pernicious 

Your flailing fists and feet are naught but vicious 

Maybe you were goaded and took the bait

Or maybe you're an evil vassal, fuelled by hate

I don't know you, I don't know who you are

Just keep your distance, be away and far

For though your victim's memory might be hazy

There's no doubt, that you're batshit crazy

Maybe, next time, the battered prey won't rise

Maybe, next time, someone bleeds and dies

You've sated the insanity and purged the wrath

But there's an even chance, you're a psychopath 

I Don't Need You

 

Will you release my brain? It needs parole

Please set me free, from your mind control 

I don't need you, to read me, the riot act

I don't need you, to feed me, a counter fact

Get out of my face, for it's mine, not yours

You don't need to know, about my idle cause

I don't need you, to quell me, to be strung along

I don't need you, to tell me, what's right from wrong 

Go and lead the sheep, of every brainwashed flock

But I want no part, of your vast, malevolent bloc

I don't need you, to see me, with your soulless eyes

I don't need you, to appease me, with your vacuous lies

To Ginny

Goodbye my love, this is my, forlorn, farewell

For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell

With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart

Hence, these words, are from my broken heart

I know you were stubborn and would not be told

You were also, kind and loving, with a heart of gold

So I will take some solace, on your summer's day

And from my idle reveries, you will never stray

Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain

Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim

For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight

And now, with this last kiss, I will say goodnight

With Love

From

Lance

XXX

 

Forever's Reoccurring Dream

 

Beyond, the crystal clear glass, there is nothing at all

Except the impenetrable dark and an unfathomable fall

There's no moon, or stars, there is just a vacuous waste

Futilely lit, by a rotating beam, that dissipates to a trace

In the light room's sanctuary, there is no time left to bide

Or a way to escape, down, through a trapdoor open wide

For in this see of silence, everything, is cloak-and-dagger

Where only oneirism persists, above a descending ladder

There're shadows and light and a descent to a metal floor

With a virtual way out, through a phantom, wooden door

But on the 'otherside', only the passing revenants pretend

That a revealed spiral staircase, does more than descend

With the unreality of being, there is no misunderstanding

That the only way is down, from an old, gridiron landing

But no entities, are visible, there're just shadowy shapes

Tremulously cast in descent, as if a candle flame, shakes

Every step down, is another blind alley, in a cul-de-sac

Where only night eyes see, within a circular brick stack

And time will mean nothing, like it had never been there

Until, eventually reached, in the abysm, is that final stair

Somewhere there is a door, in the miasmic chokedamp

On the 'otherside', is a lit floor, below a megawatt lamp

And with nowhere else to go, because of inanimate time

There's just an ascending ladder, that's necessary to climb

Beyond, the crystal clear glass, is the eternal black night

Of an impenetrable darkness, where luminosity's a blight

Here there is, no moon, or stars, just a lighthouse's beam

Its silent warning, to untether, forever's reoccurring dream

Disciples Of Nostradamus

Everything, you think you know, or to which, you are aligned

Does not exist, it's a mirage in a matrix, intelligently designed

Your free will's fake, but maybe, to delusions, you have sworn

The reality is though, you're a vassal, you're a worthless pawn

Within the coercing domains, of AI, gods and climate control

Are their ideologies, that have, or will soon, take a deadly toll

The path ahead is clear though, if you choose to soundly sleep

For the shepherds ways are wiser, if you're in a flock of sheep

But they're fallacious seers, merely disciples, of Nostradamus

Who conjure their new wave fears, to manipulate and harm us

They want to save us, from an invisible enemy, in a secret war

So they can control and command, as their sycophants, adore

The heavens are a void, Earth's a rock, AI will always cleanse

For you there is no future, it's only time, that inevitably wends

And remember, as you're standing beneath the threadbare sky

That the cults of humanity, like humanity, they were born to die

 

'SLEEP' (from dusk to mourning)

 

Witch's Spittle

 

 

She sat astride me, naked and sweaty, at my behest

With her tumbling raven locks and saggy old breasts

And she mocked me, with a cackle, enough to belittle

As I watched her lips drip, with her sour witch's spittle

But I couldn't resist the touch, of her cold, flaccid, flesh

Or her abundant, brittle thatch, like a woven wire mesh

For my need was afire, although she'd chosen, to choke

With her, livery, skeletal hands, compressing my throat

It was far too late, to escape, from her vice like thighs

I felt my tongue swelling, as was, the bulge of my rise

I tried to desist, but I couldn't repel, her malevolent will

And under, a sorceresses spell, I would inevitably, spill

I was fading fast, so I tried to inhale, or just taste the air

But she squeezed, even harder, demanding, that I share

I was trapped, with her astride, I was helpless, beneath

As her putrefied breath fell, through the rot of her teeth

The ecstasy was agonizing, but her throttling, did wane

As I, fulfilled, our salaciousness and with acidity, came

And we gasped, with mutual relief, for passion is fickle

Before she cackled and loosed, her sour witch's spittle