I could die in your coil
I would finally feel

You hide me so well
You drown my demons in drink

I love you before I know what love is

I have become

Just..please.

I long for that feeling, to not feel at all.

-OS

Penny Crush Parade

The machine is dying.

The machine is on fire.

Hurtling in no direction.

Metal bled, create the past.

Someone jam the wheels. 

Take down the sails.

If I had the means.

Had I the gall.

To steer, that which can't be stopped.

Let us await.

Await the hour.

Maybe I'll have it in me. 

After all. 

D.W

"The life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception (3:185)"

The monotheistic doctrines of this world are the real deception. Courtesy of the Church and the Mosque.

A Prayer

When it's time to fall,
Let the ground catch me

When the lights are out,
Let the momentum survive

If the waters break,
Give me buoyancy

When I'm not as translucent as I hope I'd be
I am The Comedian

When I fade away
Lord give me strength.
For I am the unloved.


D.W

God pulled the plug.

Mother nature and the nature of man conflict.
Warm, humming wires and whirring cogs now frozen still.
Once occupied minds, now desperately try and grasp on to anything.
Anything even remotely reminiscent of a few hours ago.
The soft hum of spinning fans would be a delight.
A reassuring reminder that even though my conscious self is occupied, things are working.
I do not remember the last time I picked up a pen.
Already my fingers have begun to ache.
Have I really filled out half a page?


If there really is a Hell, and we're living it,
then this must be purgatory.
Whatever I am writing right now has no purpose.
I haven't decided why I even began.
Maybe I'm bored.
Maybe I wanted to make use of however much sunlight I have left.
Maybe I'm remembering my life at a much simpler time.