Lowest Depth’s Orginals.

Skeletonized,
knives for eyes.
Lawless ritual sacrifice,
my twin shadow rides and dies.
To begin again,
I let him fade and let rain reign.
Forgetting nature’s many names,
the bark of a dog,
the bark of a tree,
one and the same.
Choosing today to concentrate.
Guarding a garden,
against gravity,
illusions and delusions.
The arrow in my heel couldn’t stop me.
Master to the continuum,
I annihilate form.
I will learn to return to the void.


I imagine it must be cold,
there in my shadow,
of births and deaths.
Void of grace.
Stranded,
surrounded by an all encompassing diamond web.
Trap and trapped are one,
within the hole of my black soul,
in memory of momentum,
a sleeping serpent serves purpose,
shape shifting sabotage,
carving cruelties conquered,
for fools find no cure when laws devour love.
In return,
mercy disintegrates,
when the snake awakes,
to guide and die again.
Raising those below,
to worship discipline.
Eclipsed by time,
space,
and envy,
I take no prisoners.
Supreme elemental heavy,
jealousy is reality.
Wolf crier,
deciever,
liar.
In search of balance,
I’ll pass through,
black ice or blue fire,
centered,
I will not be possessed.

Our nature is filthy,
the vultures feed,
thieves rest easy,
even dead men dream.
False faces and dead end streets,
fuel the fire inside of me.
Hollow homes of shallow souls,
breed clone after clone.
All eyes stare as I laugh at another bad joke.
My mind off in the clouds,
my heart filled with doubt,
on broken glass I walk these streets,
looking for you but finding me.
The other ghosts agree,
we’ll be glad to leave.
Crucified in the midnight light,
I must have died a thousand times,
scorched by lightning,
frozen by ice.
I find I fail most times I try,
but I don’t mind.


My father is not my author.
I am who I must be.
The first and filthiest son,
a bastard of the seven seas,
but a curse adopted,
a thief underneath.
I wont deny purpose or dynasty.
A hollow cost suffered for holding on.
Let go or be dragged.
Before too long,
you will seek,
a happy death on this beach.
I walk the dead man’s walk,
speak the language of peace,
worship the dirt,
not on my knees,
still with my feet.
Beneath mother moon,
I dance and scream,
howling to transform the air I breathe.
This side of me you will never see.
Off with my head,
for I am the rising son.


Digging for dignity,
you and I have seen better days.
I’m past regret,
I’m moving on.
Trying to forget but still learn from,
learned far too much,
far too late.
We live these days in a daze.
Oh, what I could be.
Oh, what I’m not.
Oh, what I am.
Loving, losing,
our hearts are worn out.
Giving a smile while feeling a frown,
slowly dying deep down.
Constructive destruction,
rebuild from ruins,
with next to nothing,
revive,
us humans.


Following collection and reflection,
I remain tired and uninspired.
Below,
these burdens are burning,
oh so slow,
when living a life,
oh so low,
licking open wounds I’m struggling to close.
Abandoned by the reaper,
my body broken and my conscience cold,
not worth the time of any angel,
amid these wolves biting at my throat.
I sold my soul for cheap,
a struggle only my shadow knows.
Buried alive in a landslide of lies,
the weight of my mistakes scars me a lifetime disgrace.
Shame,
my torture,
after thoughtless moments of madness consumed,
spitting fire,
my young blood boiling with defeated desires.
Striving to suffocate my hate and focus my rage,
I’ve escaped,
truth or consequences.
Demons of doubt have led me to finding faith,
in failure.
Lucky me,
everything ends,
even the immortal.
What a relief?


Finally finished catching my breath.
Opening my eyes with second sight,
revived.
Slow now, in control.
Keeping balance,
killing time,
thinking twice upon thin ice.
Parallel to hell.
Surrounded by my peace in pieces,
everything is all right.
My enemy, my inner me.
This mind of mine,
so wrong for so long.
Translating reasons behind tested memories,
in hopes to pacify the pressure within.
Nothing is sacred.
Desire is death.
There is no love without sacrifice.


All along,
hunting after life.
Cruel temptation wishing me luck.
Forfeiting before dynasty,
with no choice.
Corruption keeps only the blind,
leaving the rest behind,
but buried.
Without a voice,
begging for forgetting,
starving in the dead of night.
Defiling what once was.
Resting with the worst in harm’s way.
I remain in one piece.


Despite ourselves,
and the miles of mistakes.
I’ve come a long way.
After sun upon son,
such selfless love,
below and above.
Lost and found between here and now,
each step easier than the next when following through.
Little by little every thought thought,
becomes,
all that you are,
all that you have,
all that you give.
Elevate from the grave,
push your luck,
play for blood.


Welcome to desire in the face of death.
Relentlessly reliving,
self deprivation of the worst kind.
Paralyzed,
somehow.
Denied release.
Good grief.
Good mourning to the last to learn,
awake at last.
Better late than never.
Scars echo a legacy of dead yesterday as I trade,
desolation for balance and opportunity.
Sacred devotion instills triumph.
Trespassing worthlessly,
insight of the eye of the storm.
A leviathan within.
I refuse to be what I was again.


After such time spent asleep,
can I see now.
How useless I could be.
Dead man’s blood runs within my very own veins.
The poison I spit drips from even your lips.
All I ask,
sink your teeth in.
Mustn’t I earn these beautiful scars?
Caged with rage as I hear him call your name,
my soul escapes to the coldest cave.
Master peace.
Separate.
Let nothing remain.
Maintain, maintain, maintain.
O, undesirable desire.
Annihilate what’s left for good.
Long live the lotus eater.


Better this than worse,
these bleeding wounds and smiling mouths.
Behold you,
scold you,
mold you.
He is I and I am him.
Stealing solace for oneself,
to sedate the struggle only my shadow knows.
A knife for a knife,
follow the blood,
I won’t be far.
Years lost off life yet to be lived.
Beyond belief,
beyond repair.
Good as new.
Anything you can get your hands on,
you’ll take from me all because I’m the thief.
Night and day,
to see that look on your face.
Defiler.
Disgrace.
Watch life dance upon this grave.

This king’s conscience mourning to the marrow in these ancient bones.
Still trapped,
caving in to ceremony,
with wounds worth a laugh.
Cycles start.
Again,
again,
again.
A hero in exile.
A heathen at home.
My patience is exhausted as I descend to evolve.
Elevated and appreciated.
Is it because I’m black and blue?
This burial ground beneath our feet brings out the worst in us.
Rise above it,
learn to love it.
Low and behold,
the city of lost angels,
and say hello to your true death.


Another day lost to nightfall.
Drowned in days I’ll forget.
Regretting only,
the words never spoken,
the lessons never taught,
the lessons never learned.
At the rise of first light all of it seems so meaningless.
Following footsteps.
Barely holding on,
grip slipping fast.
One can only sleep for so long.
Striving to suffer.
As I slip out my back door my words become.
Endure, endlessly.