The cold heat beats down upon my heart
Clogging up veins with simmering pains
Some call my woes a DARK twisted form of ART
A ride to thrive through the coloured moods
Waves of pleasure driven by misery’s winds..

FLEETING it changes motions by times....
Current state sees red in soul’s catacombs..
Whilst blue so epic sinks me into a trance
Green layered deep by mother nature holding true
Black the ashes that come from burnt insides

Slowly getting up i move into concrete woods
Artificial lights mirroring the games i PLAY
Oh how i hurt those many now laying in my wake
Yet so many oblivious to the hoors they once were
Caught in woven tangled webs of insidious deceit

A spider of life generating variable light in sight
I walk towards a car trashed in temporal hate
Falling to my knees grabbing it's waning front
I shed it's tears of FLEETING extremes in baited fate..
Each drop echoing TIMES amid DARK skies..

Take heed the words bled in mercy
Do not evoke the fury of my PLAY
For anarchy shall fall in many forms
Note by note it shall be composed
To devour all by way of chameleon ART...


This is a re-post. I've re-touched parts of it. Still not finished (most aren't though). And still remains a relative vent.