Demon ad infinitum madness
He had sat in asylum
Inly longing
Inly longing for the lifting
The lifting of this insanity
Insanity from melancholy severe
This desperate lament
As the good years washed away with muddy discolour
And it had finally come for him
Come to put out his life
To extinguish his soul
Like a blown out candle
In the deep dark crypt, of his despair
This bizarre mirage of horror
This appalling demon
This innkeeper of destruction
Sent forth
To bring under domination
To subjugate
To subdivide, and subtract
From what was left of his frail mind
This horrid predicament
His unfortunate fate
Unintentionally he’d granted it suffrage
So now
It – his horrent houngan
He – its horrible magister
Their linkage married
In the mechanics of their ungodly operation
And as it dealt the cold death blow
It did so swiftly, without mercy
And with every essence of his being
He experienced in full
The predacious deliciousness
Of its horrid and intolerable magery
His untimely and ridiculous demise
Sealed, sorted and stamped
In this
Made to measure madhouse
Welfare office
Panic and disorder
Was the order
Of the day
On a lovely summers afternoon in June
And the disgusting crowded office
Of the unemployment fund
In a space of merely seconds
Turned to ruin
As they stood stupidly in line
To get their meagre monthly payouts
An unexpected visitor
Dropped in
And the actions of men that followed!
Their delicious brotherly deeds
Would be viewed in normal circles
As plain sin
But on this particular spicy occasion
They left the judging for the judges
And threw the literature on logic
In the bin
Most just pushed and rushed in horror
Others stampeded weaklings under foot
But all showed absolutely no regard
To fellow kin
For what they saw inspired the funny bone
And cut down deep into the nerve
And jerked hard at the chains of reason
Of a man
And as they fought each other for space
To flee this oncoming ridiculous sight
Many were maimed and left for helpless
As others ran
And as the maimed looked up at counter
As he finally reached his mark
Not a word was said
To break the deadly tension
For what stood in rot and stench
With a demanding outstretched hand
Was a disgusting rotting corpse
Come fetch his pension
Angel of Demise I
you are the angel of my demise
your conscience never stained by your lies
your robes never stained red
by the blood of my heart
you are the love that brings my death
your soul never broken by the silence of the morgue
the morgue where i lay my head to rest
you’re the one that poisoned my breath
you are the light in the darkest corner of my mind
a light so harsh my soul is blind
you broke through my deathly disguise
with a single glance from your frozen eyes
you are the goddess of my sorrow
the bringer of my discord
and with a single word
you bring death to life
Angel of Demise II
every word i write
every sound i hear
every thing i see
is tainted by your hand
i thought it had ended
i thought it was over
but it isn’t that simple
and you will always be
the angel of my demise
you are the heart of my rage
the barren space in my mind
you are what i will always look for
but will never find
you are the regret of my mortality
you are the muse in my tears
and you will remain to be
the passion in my darkest fears
Run Free or Die
you say to me:
run free or die!
run free or die!
but i don’t want to run
can there be no happy middle-ground?
i don’t want to run
i want peace and love and happiness
and while we’re on the subject,
i want a pony. and a plane.
i will never get them
but i might as well say.
like peace and love and happiness
you say you’re up against the wall
with a magnum in your face
and you feel the sudden
impossible
urge to run and run and un
run free or die!
run free or die!
but i’m tired and bruised
and i couldn’t crawl another inch
you scream and shout and dance and rage
should you be wasting your energy?
aren’t you supposed to be running free?
running free or dying?
well, you’re not running anywhere…
you’re still right here
still screaming and shouting
and dancing and raging
and telling me all there things about being in a cage
unwanted sacrilegious cage
run free or die!
run free or die!
sweat breaks out
on your passionate forehead
no water could cool your flame
because you may be standing here
talking and ranting and raging and dancing
but on the inside
behind the wet forehead
behind the blinded eyes
you are doing everything you want
only
one
thing
run free or die!
run free or die!
the wall is hard and cold
just like the bullet in the magnum
just like the eyes of the one holding it
and you feel the wild urgency
of feet hitting the ground
and heartbeat raising not stopping
of tracks erased and unknown
cos inside you know
that magnum will never kill you
as long as your soul runs free
in the impossibly open fields
it runs and runs and runs
and runs.
your fever pitch approaching
everything starts boiling
in a wild fray of limbs and hair
run free or die!
run free or die!
you’ve lost your faith
in everything but the wall
and the magnum and the fields
cos how could you still say your prayers
say your still prayers
to the jesus that abandoned you?
and left you up against the wall
and without the legs to run
without hope or faith or love
but you will never stop shouting
and screaming and ranting and hoping and dancing
and the hopeful words resonate
with a hollow-sounding throb
run free or die!
run free or die!
how could you do anything else?
it’s been a long time since the slaves
but their bones and blood are all around
in the wall you find your back against
in the magnum against your face
but you can’t die, never will die
because you run free
you’re almost tapped out now
your words little more than obscenities
but one phrase repeated
as if repetition could stop the inevitable
run free or die!
run free or die!
almost done now
it’s almost time
time to put this eternity to a stop
a frantic screeching halt
the magnum blazes
your body falls to the ground
but you’re alive
because through all of this
all the screaming and ranting and shouting and dancing
you never stopped running
and your legacy lives
run free or die.