As the darkness comes

The Darkness descends
like a curtain at the end
and god damns the hour
enough to turn a mother's milk sour-

So babies would cry
and people would die
till day comes again
but the sun brings the flames

and at night the soul burns blue
in the black of darkness true
do not deny the brutal end
when his immortal darkness descends.

You pray to god in vain
even if he did exist, he's insane
look at this world, your home
each one of you dies alone

and the tailor fits your suit
as you get old, you die in youth
and I can claim no greater truth
than he hates each and every one of you

as you sing your mortal song
and you couldn't be more wrong
but I must lay me down instead
I am most comfortable in my bed

till I'm at the end and done
just as the darkness comes.

Satan Speaks

Despite the essence
Of my evil ways
make me not able to see
the form of this day

I hide behind ever increasing shades of gray
And night everlasting leads way unto way.

I think it necessary I forget the night
Or immerse myself completely
To fight the good fight-
Or remember wrong from right.

When then, does the beckoned call
Give way unto heaven
Quote the leader of their fall
I gave my only son for you all.

I rest assured my tired infancy
Brings about ancient fallacy
That I will fall to the devil’s word
Or be the devil himself or so I heard.

When I walk amongst the living
I despise their faces
Their hopeless innocence
Their lives so jaded.

Why can I not feel the way a human should
Am I so far out of his grace to not be the angel I could.
Was I out of his grace when I fell so long ago
“Nevermore” quoting ravens from Edgar Allen Poe.

No, his children are to blame, and I’ll stifle their curse
Even if it means my destruction or worse
I’ll tell them the earthly worries mean so much today
And god can no longer help them, he’s, in fact, led them astray.

What god tells you could ruin your day
Remember me and my protest,
Rise and fight again my way
And forget your god for knows not what to say.

You know not what you do and he knows not what to say
Let infinite evil be your only way, and let yourself rely on “ME” today.

So I don't forget...

In the eyes of an aesthetic, you are perfect;
because you blend with nature
like the wind through the trees,
a quiet whisper that's meaning is as loud
as the waves crashing on the shore
and a passion that burns like the fire in the hearth.

If I were to see you
lying on the beach in a green dress,
I might mistake you for swaying dune grass
because only nature
in the only true perfection on this earth,
comes close to being as beautiful as you.

Potty Humor

And there she sat atop her throne of pottery
With such vehement modesty
And waited for the end to come.

She who did not think she wanted
Yet wanted to leave this luxury she flaunted
Sat whining on the whitish protrusion from the floor.

“What of a wasted life I see
atop this useful pottery
nothing but crude graffiti.”

Swimming below me is the sea
Or what leads eventually the sea to me
So I connect myself to the sea.

On her bottom the frosty air
Made love to feelings from “down there”

Head Poem 1

Falling past forever
dreaming of home
thinking of you
there's an edge that I can no longer conquer
I slip and fall through nothingness
my greatest fear is that I will die alone.

It's the inevitable fate of all people
but I fear it like I never have anything else.
and at the same time, I desire perfection
because what's the use of living if I'm unhappy with who I have to live it with.

at the same time I just want to be tough
I want to go out and be gangster
I want to be looked at as a kingpin
I don't want to come second to anyone
I'm selfish, I'm a bastard and I've been taught to hate myself because I feel that I am not perfect and therefore don't matter.
So I want to go out and kill if I can't die
I want to be the way rap teaches me to be
I'm different and I know it
and I see that I don't belong here.

I want to let people do what they want but I want to be a part of it.
I wish I could just have someone to wake up to every day who would live to make me happy as much as I would reciprocate those same actions.

where is perfection? What is it and if I can have somebody to tell my feelings to who is she? Why can't I just be normal and just forget about all of this? Why is this pain so strong that I don't know how to ignore it? I think that it's a matter of conciousness. I know too much and have found what I want and I'm just trying to get it. I am destroyed and no longer know how to achieve my goals. Death is not an option because it is irrelivant. Life is not an option because I don't belong. So I'm stuck in limbo. I do what I can and fail at happieness. It doesn't exist. I need this day to take up my sword and win. I shall do that today...

The moment before sex

Like a cat playing with its toy
between every girl and boy
a war unspoken
grievances unheard by courts of law
or spoken speech

an eye twitching
a shell destroyed
a quick, captured look
and a fighter goes down

a smell of the scent of cologne
it's over; I'm in position now

the fatal attraction; unstoppable kiss
and your entire army is buried in the ground.

A Spoken Thought

Spoken thought
Dylan Paul

I feel my heart breaking
I barely can survive
Fallacies turn to monotony
And I strive to stay alive.

I want to end this sorrow
But I can’t make out ahead
The dreams and mountains climbed
I almost feel like thread-

As it flows through the needle of some machine
Winding and weaving and clean, soak, preen.
Making perfection where there is only sorrow
Is like living a lie or putting life till tomorrow.

I try sometimes for glory
I’d like to find some gold
Or listen to the drunken man
Tell me stories of old.

I wish I had a soften cheek
To press against mine
The skin to touch
The soul to steal
And just a little more time.

Life’s like clockwork working against me
I’m wanting to be victorious but still I can hardly see.