Once you've had that smell of warm blood,
The transition of what it reflects,
You'll know what you're truly inside-
Wanting it more
Or wanting it no more.
A choice so involuntary
Yet none so savoury as
When at last you realise
The fondness for killing is not just something to read anymore.
Running the fingers over her face with poignance
Watching it struggle to breathe
But no less do you care
As they draw the last hints of life away
Finally resting on her lips feeling the lifelessness
A kiss good bye,not of benevelonce but
Of pride,the authority,the endless joy
The art of satisfying the self
And the mystery unfolds itself
One moment she's my love.
But then,just another prey.
Haven't you killed the beast inside you ?
You know, that human inside you ?
How do you kill what's already dead, you ask me.
You got me right on that one.
I can smell it rotting beneath that angel face,
I can see it behind the shining eyes,
Dead and staring through me.
I see it.
The human I am can see it.
And he says he's not ready to die, yet.
Carrying the carcass stuffed up in fake new human suits
Maintaining high profile and a false demeanour
How you'd like to tear it up
And reveal your true inhuman self
One thing you should have noticed
You can't murder
You don't eradicate
Buried, suffocated, disfigured, duplicated
Yet there's no cure
Inherent, undying, it can only be neglected
Strong and firm as a stone it stands
Melted down by benevolence
Monolith of humanity rises above all others
Humanism needs no propagator
Humanicide will be the unfulfilled dream
Of all your profit worshipping prophets.
Links being slowly cut off
Connections become fragile
Ego and greed foolishly overpowering
Toppling essential dependence substantially
Trying to alter laws guiding
Manipulating dynamics governing
Fusing with intrinsic statutes
Seeds of alien thinking
Breaking networks of codes
That prevailed since beginning
Sculpting todays and tomorrows for a thousand years
Trying to change it all now
Trying to corrupt a system that had withstood ages
To bring a sudden paradigm shift
Replace an archetype with the highest disregard
Unnecessarily beckoning an early end
Cutting off one's own umbilical cord
For a cause so detrimental
This isn't the change that's required
The only change necessary is going back to the roots
Leaving it to regain on its own what has been taken
To undo what has been done.
When killing is lot more important
Dying in the process becomes irrelevant
To have it all for himself
What use is it if you're dead.
There is no beginning, there never was
Nor an end will there be.
You are a part, insignificant
Just a trivial being.
Lost inside this dream so big
Yet you dream for yourself
And for none other will you ever.
Lost forever inside the insides
Just a trivial being, you shall die.
The one you pray to
The fear, the soul that is you
All you are worthy of now,
Must know, only death is real.
Ordeals of thoughts transforming you,
This open place, this white space,
You are inside the eye -
An eye of this sea of clouds.
