Lament of the Optimist

With each day grows
a new hope with every new breath
and joyous children's laughs
a heart won with their screams of glee

So we look at the sun
And gaze upon the light
yes... i was among the "we"
Ne'er darkened by the bleak of night

The world 'tis such a lovely place
filled with cheer, held by charm
Naught can evil do here... naught can evil be
Where the young can live without fear...without a shadow of harm!

The nights we danced late into
under the twinkling of the stars
With thoughts so pure...so true!
And no sadness dwelt... and none touch'd by scars!

Reeling in idealism
there will come a time when the lesson
must be taught
And thus begins the downfall of optimism

And so i wake...

To a life long forgotten
Or purposefully shunned as troubled sleep
as the tides of reality heighten
The scars begin to deepen

Happiness now an effort
i grope for the light
Yes... the same light i oft overlooked
suffocating as the walls enclose!

What good was such facetiousness?
When the truth is grayer than once even thought
What use was such indulgence?
When we knew there would come a time
Where it would all be undone!

Now greater strain on those eight chains
The simple smile now burdened
Thirty six signs of vain
nd joy has to be bargained!

No..the world is not the lovely place i thought it to be
Children's screams of glee
but a distant whisper of reminiscence
Of a once overrated grace!

What will you now sing of??
when our Eden crumbles to dust!
What will u do now?
when you are finally introduced to lust!

As these lines flow black... as our future
none can save us our own demise.. the impending doom!
Long shall we yearn for yesterday
for the nights we danced into!

But none shall come
even your God begins to bleed
As the agnostic drops to his knees
I.. the optimist... begin to weep!!
( our tears will drown us all)

The Sublime Nightmare (Please wake me..)

And the darkness wears on
fatigue saps my soul
Time to break the chains of today
on the bed i lay!

I close my eyes
and feel myself slowly slip away
Into Hypnos' sweet arms
and all waking woes fade to gray!

But bliss is oft short lived
and with it comes a horror
like never before
Ensnared by unadulterated terror!

Who am i staring at?
a bullethole in my shadow!
The device in my control
I can't embrace what I'm seeing!

The noose of fear grips tighter
smothering me!
Now its hard to breathe
can it get any worse?

Then a hand grips me
Not the hand that wakes
Not the hand I hoped for
a hand dripping red.... and its yours

I cry out so loud
enough to wake God!
and ask him to release me
from this Sublime Nightmare!

Please wake me...!

Shackled to Sanity

Relive
the pleasures of arbitarity
where ignorance is bliss
And thoughts lack co-linearity!

Forever
locked in the prison
of enclosed mentality
Self-imposed hindrance
and drones to passivity!

Remember
salvation denies those in obscurity
and those chained
to the shackles of symmetry!

Never
surrender to sanity
nor align to conformity
For the bleakest
is the gray of reality!

Forget
myopic misdirected vanity
and realize the truth
Relive... Forever... Remember... Never... Forget
The true victor is insanity!!!

BloodProm (BimboTiCide v2.0)

Giggling in mass hysteria
Blonde bimbos amassed
like an infestation
of rouge and ruby-red

The night of many dreams
Has finally come true
O... how happy they look
They obviously had no clue!!

All dressed in white or pretty pink
so pure...so true
with plunging necklines
That even the sun was blotted out by the view

Their escorts wait in silence
for their dates in "glee"
with the hope of getting lucky
With no idea of what is to be...

Bloodred punch in plastic exterior
the pitiful ones... they actually think they can dance!!
the best night if their lives
The last night of their Lives!

And this year's prom king and queen are....
the descending crown
in perfect harmony
with the ascending blade

The crown rests on her head
the rest of her rests on the ground
His starched shirt now crimson red
it has begun... its time for PromPain!!

Run..
high-heeled helter-skelter
the masked savior swings again and again
bloodlust laugh above feminine yells!

Yaaaaay!!
I killed the prom queen
they deserved it anyways
But i'm truly sorry for the mess!!

Back to my 6X9
received with pats on the back
they cant hold me here much longer
Cant wait to be back... Next year!!!!!