Figmentations Of Truth Poem by grim blackhart

</>Youth tortured by the figmentations of the minds eye-encasing me in this world of nightmares I feed from now-assume the worst to bleed forth the whims of a faithless soul-judgement trampled down upon me etching scripture into my open flesh, forcing the guilt further down my throat. Exhale the breathless air as I gasp for what I see but can never reach-verbal torments ache in my head ripping out the nerves I once helped onto, tripping me down the hills that grow larger in the rear view of life. Swallowed the pills that manipulate the environment I created, fading the imagery and tainting the love that was once felt. Past eats away at me, cannot break out of this malevolence induced nightmarish existence-technological manifestations rule now, breeding in the wounds I have opened up, control breathes through me-lacking the hallucinations that hold everything together, nothing comes right when the fire cleanses within, breathe in the fire and see the feverish images that torment my mind. Written to ease the pain, darkness will never leave this place-to understand is to die, death is the deal given to us all-I can feel the burning inside from the ice that has formed in my veins-cold blood flows easily through the emotionless corpse. Body rotted away into the end of times that rest on the hands of the keepers. X'ed from this plane of continuation of the hate that we excrete, I feed on what is given out, the anger flows into the streets like wild fire, escaping from the pits of us that we fear to enter, flowing into my shell of a body-worlds end and no one will listen, used body left on the dying floor-bleeding the core dies from within, armour destroyed with the reaction to the acid flowing in the body. I scream to the skies for the guidance they offer, rain pours down, burning the flesh, bloody streaks run down my face as I hold up high-escape the reality that haunts us, no hiding but finding the thing that watches in the shadows, following, roll the dice to show the future, gambles on the lives we have sold to become what we want-I cannot sell what I don't have-feelings torn years ago, bleeding through gashes that wont heal-the conclusion is written away from the horrendous life that has been forced upon me, I laugh to see and kill to become.