Voice that you Trust

Open your left eye and embrace the world.
Open your right eye to me.
See all the wandering need you could end.
See that we bring only grief.
I feel an Ending crawling over our skin.
This mind slowly begging for dust.
You have no answers I cannot rescind.
I am the voice that you trust.
I’m lost in a sea of eternal discontent
And my wallowful self disrespect
Begins to enrapture my bere remise
To bury you in reality unkempt.
Can you hear the impenetrable silence
Of the voices I squelch?
Another piece of your mind as it dies.
Do you seek to believe I’m a shadow of time?
Well, believe what you will,
I’m alive.
Open your left eye and embrace the world.
Open your right eye to me.
See all the wandering need you could end.
See that we bring only grief.
I feel an Ending crawling over our skin.
This mind slowly begging for dust.
You have no answers I cannot rescind.
I am the voice that you trust.
Stand on your hands
In your fatherless guise.
A pinion ground in your heart
Twisting with bile.
I’m cutting my fingers off
With shears of our ties.
I’m bleeding my hatred
On mirrored sirenidae.
Who dance around questions
And stare at themselves.
I hear you ask yourself,
‘Am I in Hell?’
A question, profound,
That I’m sure we’ll all answer.
In the land of your thoughts
Our voices are cancer.
Open your left eye and embrace the world.
Open your right eye to me.
See all the wandering need you could end.
See that we bring only grief.
I feel an Ending crawling over our skin.
This mind slowly begging for dust.
You have no answers I cannot rescind.
I am the voice that you trust.
I can’t even bear your incessant breathing.
It treads on our souls, personified dread.
The world would be better if we all just died.
Cut three inches deep before I’m satisfied.
You’re worthless in silence, weeping to rhyme.
Your existence gained nothing and left less to mind.
A dumpster burial is your goal achieved.
I hope that the rats eat what’s left of your dreams.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
I don’t want to die.
We don’t deserve to live.
Stipend the pleasantries.
Cut off my right hand.
Serpents abound
Underneath the stands.
Hate what is sold.
Sell what we hate.
This compromise leaves us
Equally raped.
Pick up the answers,
While discarding truth.
Continue our dance
As our faces dilute.