Comatose

What you value most, is of no value to me. 

What I value most, is priceless.

What we do now, reflects on what we are.

Man or beast, this is the final stand.

Erratic Behaviour

Belted

You are mine.

You listen when I speak,

You only speak when spoken to,

My word is the law.

You are imprisoned.

You belong to me regardless of scenarios,

You will heed and obey,

I am your everything.

Your chains shall never be broken.

These links will not shatter,

Your wit might get ahold of me,

But I will break your will.

You were destined for great things.

That was before this,

Today you are belted around your knees,

You shall never be free.

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All I Want

Loyalty and honour.

We've lost the old ways,

Lost our honour,

Our first rights,

The way of life.

Respect and loyalty.

Its all I want.

I'd rather be with a band of brothers who are loyal and respect me, than to be with multitudes of beautiful women who love me.

Love is a feeling, an emotion. It changes.

Just like pain, it goes away over time.

The affirmed way to live.

A tradition, a custom. It goes on for generations and centuries on ends.

You can only love for a lifetime; but loyalties and respect lasts an eternity. 

Immortalised by history, ageless and undefeated.

Erratic Behaviour

Carter

See what you see, 

Take what you will.

Believe what you see fit,

It is what it is.

Erratic Behaviour

For Whom It Tolls

Boom boom boom,

The beastly human knocks.

Leering through the keyhole,

"Delivery"!

In the wee hours of the morning,

Frosty breaths we spew.

Numbers on a paper,

Fiddly bits too.

Come and go the seasons,

The ever changing winds.

Leaves shed like serpents,

Flowers withers yet bloom.

Erratic Behaviour

SOCIAL VIRUS

This model (of the building) is designed in the style of Deconstructivist architecture.

Deconstructivist architecture is a form of architecture which delves into the philosophical and psychological aspect of architecture.

This model is titled "SOCIAL VIRUS"

Illumination

The unnerved feeling as i made my way up the flight of stairs to peer off the edge. Into the blue, my eyes wandered. Shimmering with ripples of a cycle of colours, illuminating the dark crevices in the back of my mind.

The horizon stretches tight across the equator like the lamb skin on an African drum. Taut and fraying, the world holds its shape.

The still silhouette of the land beyond; a stain on the pristine canvas of the skies above.

Erratic Behaviour

Perception

Enter a building for what you seek,

Select a colour you see fit.

What you want most; you can not get,

Assumptions should never be placed in a bet.

Erratic Behaviour

Tidal Moon

The lonely moon sings to the loneliest soul,

Peering through the skirts of the barren clouds.

In a distance thunder rumbles,

Distant rainfall wakes all; even fools.

The Dead Game

If there are two people in a room and you are one of them.
Your loved one (any 1 person) is the other person in there with you.

There is a door, and only one of you can leave.

In order to leave, one of you must die.

Making Shadows

Lying on my side, the cool breeze tickles my shoulders, slowly pushing the straps lower and lower.

I hear the window creak. The howling wind muffles my lonely sighs.

A dark silhouette flits across the room. Darker than the dark, it moves the shadows with it.

A moments silence.

The pressure mounts.

The shadow maker approaches.

* * * 

Silky smooth the bedsheets lightly creases.

A pale hand strokes your shoulder gently, tracing the lines of your arched cheekbones to the fading outlines of your contours.

Fluttering like a distressed butterfly, your heartbeats struggle to keep up. The blood pumping in your veins keep you alert, but that voice in the back of your mind has you to remain sedated.

Groggy and slighted, your fingers fumble with the buttons. Unable to keep up with the motor cognition, failure resides.

*Sighs*

The night goes on...

* * *

Imagine waking up to blood trails left in the form of footprints. 

Pitter patter drippity drop. Pearls of caramelised ambers clinging to the furry carpet strips.

The stale breath of the morning fogs up the glass behind you. Oblivious to your surroundings, eyes follow your steps.

He stalks.

Erratic Behaviour

Baked

Stumbling and falling,

Fumbling for the awning.

Scrambling from the sounding,

Scampering from the calling.

Disillusioned he despairs,

Broken, he could not repair.

Delirious in his state,

Do not compare.

Erratic Behaviour 

Crossroads

Left or right?

No choices in sight.

Live in doubt?

Don't you pout.

An orange trashcan,

Pushed on its side.

Scrap strewn all over,

Desolation.

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Who Ate The Sky?

Darkness consumes us whole,

The World ages as it gets old.

The inkling of thoughts scatters,

Spaces filled with anti matter.

The cosmic universe awakes,

As the Sun burns away.

Rise and annilihate the cosmos,

Existence will cease itself.

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In The Air

Wings and flapping takes to the skies,

The metal bird soars up high.

Eating the fossils and passing off heat,

It is a monster that devours all.

Pregnant it is,

A carrier of souls.

Bodily functions clogged,

We all die.

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Deliverence

A rift evoked by the spreading lines,

Ice and thunder held back by time.

Light against darkness balances the air,

We will soon choose an heir. 

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The Bomb Maker

Sizzling and bubbling, the small dingy room was enveloped in noxious fumes. Scuttling down the stairs, he quickly dons a bleached white protective hazmat suit. Drenched in sweat and anticipation, he could feel his slightly exposed skin itching and burning.

Time to work.

Suffocate

Chest constricting,

Elevated palpitations.

Wheezing breaths,

Sharp intakes.

Dilated pupils,

Pressurized gain.

Gagging chokes,

No spares.

Limbs thrashing,

Hands tightening.

Sighing gasps,

Last breath.

Erratic Behaviour