KILLBOT

from the depths of oblivion

I emerge

to repeat past mistakes

re-animate me

so I might once again thrive

in our mutual misery

impervious to psychosomatic attack

act and react

no words or actions to retract

the spoken word - my weapon of choice

the key to the riddle - the tone of my voice

without hesitation I indulge

my each and every inclination

building on my disgusting reputation

as the self absorbed semi-human abomination

much to your frustration

if you leave here today,

having learned nothing else, remember this:

take what you can - give nothing back

perplexing emotions, distorting conceptions

confusing contortions viewed through my deceptions

a rape of all senses that smash your defenses

no restraint

just the uncontrollable urge

to disgrace and humiliate

bend to the will

of the greatest sadist

on your knees

suffer in the eyes of the terrible

ridiculing, to the point of submission

my sick intentions near completion

I now stand at full capacity

fueled by the break of your will

a vile satisfaction

I gain through your manipulation

gaze in awe at the personification

of all things malevolent

CORTICAL OFFSET

I thought I was past this

but the past is evidently

not finished with me

redirected anger

from self to selflessness

circling and spiraling

until I wake up in dream

sat on a concrete chair

and gazed at the red sky

failed too many times

tasted defeat all too often

degenerating rapidly I am

my resources depleted

how should I climb out

of this perpetual black hole

if I've neither the strength

nor the will?

an incapacitating noxious burn

in the pit of my stomach

the incoherent ramblings

violently increasing in volume

if I listen, will I understand?

if I ignore, will I have the upper hand?

chivalry, a menacing delivery

of reluctant dishonesty

maniacal imagery, control

seems to be well out of reach

wide eyed

white lies

right or wrong

state of mind

responsible

for terrible atrocities

and the engine

for remarkable anomalies

I am the inspiration

for bettering one's self

or indulging one's selfishness

I eat of apples rotten

and spit into the eyes

of those who'd challenge me

sat on a concrete chair

and gazed at the red sky

failed too many times

tasted defeat all too often

closed eyes

sunshine

still burns

through my mind

THE CONSTRUCT NAMELESS

let construction begin

how would you assemble the perfect nothing?

re-arranging like puzzle pieces

a shape never before seen

complex and jagged

every edge, sharpened

to tear through all

vapour to solidify

then liquify accordingly

cannot stop what can't be seen

assuming the form

most pleasing to the eye

the image that fits the imagination

the ultimate weapon

to be used at your discretion

molded to meet your needs

perfect, in your eyes at least

elastic-like consistency

a foreign object repeating

a circular path, endless

perplexing continuous theory

disruption of a flowing wave

comprised of all impurities

understood but never seen

created from chaos and hatred - malignant

violent malfunction to be expected

control, of such an entity?

never a possibility!

incapable of sincerity

it's right in front of your eyes

fusing truth with fiction

ever misleading, so you bend

unwillingly to fit into

it's twisted scheme

un-named, it tears itself in two

continuously splitting personalities

twisting around, upside down

(sick themes, ill conceived)

preying on the weak and stupid alike

the lies you confide are the very nutrients

needed for it to survive

a new level of redemption

will you stand or take it on your knees?

"greetings! remember us?

we are what you've been relying on

to achieve your shameful objective

now we feel that the time

for penance has come

so repent if you like

but we'll show you no mercy!"

I'm the orchestrator

I'm the sick author of the script

I'm the fruit so sour

the mother brain that never ceases

pulsating with hate

the warm affectionate smile

rotated 180 degrees

to reveal it's wretched scowl

CENTIPEDE

we crawl through the tainted soil

and we stay strong in numbers

deep in the maze within your brain

segmented shapes

billions of legs do wander

we burrow below

the sticky surface of your morals

what you protect, we can infect

with venomous claws

our exoskeleton cannot be broken

we form an unbreakable chain

around your spine

severing all the nerves

that control your impulses

feel us bite down

to guide you in the right direction

through the sections

spherical crimson-faced larva

spawning in the depths of your mind

toxic cleansing

we contaminate the soul

and eat away at whatever remains

of your sense of sensibility and decency

relentless in what we wish to achieve

lies and deceit - suitable means

the only tools we need

TEMPUS

distance between now and forever

a thousand years in the space

of one dark minute...

repetition of regretful seconds

consume every single conscious moment

spent today

wasting away

reconnect to what was once forgotten

some things are better left hidden

in the back of a bullet hole filled mind

a cancer, growing over time

sick of perpetual numbness

a constant nauseous feeling

inside my thoughts

break and multiply

the machine never ceases

nor slows down

to allow for uninterrupted thought

I don't have the patience

for all the games

that life plays with me

dismiss the things I hate the most

and bury the days gone by

walking blind for a millennium

only to break down

in the very spot you stood

so long ago

seems to be too little, too late

(lost today)

repetition of the same day

(wasted away again)

again...