Discipline Made For Destruction

A distant impression
Seems to be in reach
Toxic and tainted
By your own conviction.

Messed up inner sight
Outspoken propaganda
Transfiguration made to appease
Self-appealing essence
Like pheromones for the lies
Elevated to higher purpose of your own creation.

Sins amplified for a rising despot
Designed for scorched souls that remains.

Liquid fire fills the veins
from thought to mouth
Conscience numbed by the appeasing worship
Vultures following the path to denial
Verbal bursts that fuels the violence.

Ghosts of infinite power
Slowly drained
Paralyzed by shadows.

Wasted self-discipline
Made for destruction
Insanity made as prophecy.

Blind with open eyes
Deaf with all senses intact
Peeled to the inner core
Thoughts oppressed to inner silence.

Drowned thoughts slowly fading
Twisted nightmare
Made to look like a fairytale.

Wallowing in self-pity
destroyer of your equal
Severed ties to humanity
Destruction will therefore follow.

The horizon fading like a dried tears
The circle draws outward, as ripples it grows.

Your dreams are witness to decay within
Navigating the delirium
The canvas of the struggle to come
Woven in between the depths of your despair.

Torment disguised, a blessing.

A frame of ignorance become clear
A vacant space where compassion is an illusion.

Silence of the screams to come
A sequence of evil that will never end
Dark matter of sorrow to come
Disillusions of a soul in exile.

A broken vow turned to disease
Chase the life line, its end is near.

Sorrow made by questions never raised
Will the mind ever fail?
Pain will follow, anger will prevail
I have failed my way.