Psychotic Disorder, Genius Order

When all is lost, flesh is consumed.
Voices are heard, deeply infused.
The cost of life deserts our mind.
Thrown into the world while we are blind.

Reality sacrificed into the butcher's plague.
Life or death, bewildering and vague.
A dimension created with unattainable pleasures.
A world filled with unbound treasures.

The alternate dimension, a solution for some.
While the earth is torn infected by scum.
Thoughts controlling  parameters for answers.
Slashing blades between ballad dancers.

The judgement of time and shape are broken.
The portal of two worlds merged and arranged.
Parallel vortex is to be engaged,
While the energy is filled by ruthless rage.

A sight to behold by the power of the brain.
Uncertainties explained through murderous gains.
Memories are distant, reality in pain.
In that case, isn't everyone insane?

In Between an Ending

Before the end they will come to us,
Bowing down to your soul.

Before the end they will measure,
Your accomplishments and goals.

Before the end the voice will halt,
so that your silence would be heard.

Before the end the crowd will cheer,
For every pause and word.

Before the end, we see our enemy,
As our noble friend.

Before the end our heart is torn,
As our friendship comes to an end.

Before the end we fight for honor,
Until the war is won.

Before the end we dream of paradise,
Until the dream is done.

Before the end you realize,
That your pain and suffering are false.

Only at the end you notice,
Your about to have an eternal loss.

Encircled by Corpses

Forced upon where we do not belong.
The only option is to be strong.
Dull and feared are the minds of corpses.
Dependent they are to decompose to dirt.

Final stage of the corpse is attained.
The living left through suffering and pain.
The stench of the dead chokes the living.
The claws of death drags the being.

Though the crowd of the dead decompose.
The living should not follow the same, but oppose.
Different purposes and different thoughts  lead to the same goal.
Forced opinions and similar emotion leads to  dead without soul.

Proceed with the judgement of being alive, and you'll be alive.
It takes time for the real judgement to arrive.
Hack the claws of death to survive.
Follow yourself and thrive!

Erasing the "Earth"

Floating objects are a treat to my sight.
Even though the reason maybe wrong or right.
A walk towards your passion in dreams of bliss.
Stumbling upon memories you want to miss.

Troubled times lies ahead in my reality.
A fake but pretty world I escape into.
Not knowing the reason  of true crime.
I end up in a world where everything is mine.

Where love is captured through the blink of an eye
Emotional pleasure and a clear blue sky.
A world filled with no tears or cries.
A world not knowing the meaning of lies.

Back to the real world where my problems are awake.
The real world where my tear fills a lake.
Society heightening  my sense of fear.
Everyday dreading the end to be near.

Honor Your Sculptor

Open your eyes and you will see.
Friends and foes are conspiracies.
Sharing and caring will make a smile.
For the joy of satisfaction once  in a while.

It all ends when opportunities arise.
Stabbing the bond with miseries and lies.
For there is no honor in the history you shared.
No love for the people who brought you there!

We seek only greatness in our lives.
The excuse, for cowards and prejudice wives.
Where is greatness without the rise of honor?
Where is love without the rise of sacrifice?

There is more to  human than selfish goals.
Calm and quiet like how the stream flows.
Wash away those fake tears of demise.
Cause your all demons without eyes.

Generation of No Reaization

There are places to go, people to visit, and spirits to release.
A drug filled world we live in, never free.
The chances of survival are south bound towards our inner self.
Will we ever know ourselves in time?

Measured creatures  running about, not knowing where they stand.
Power is easily attainable, at the palm of our hand.
Shifting universes and blinking stars shows the picture of an unnatural object.
The blood filled human will eat his soul, unaware of his rightful goal.

We are yet to reveal the true identity of our form.
Complexities are increasing in our minds for no reason.
Simple ways are no more and the up rise of unwanted intelligence has no end.
Existence is a straight path but it is we who create the steps and bends.

Spoiled sadistic minds grow ever darker as we grow old.
Always following what we were told.
Reasoning does not help on earth.
Self realization occurs only at birth!

Greater than the Bold

Diminishing thoughts of dreamed goals.
Wishing if you could escape into the open.
Vivid mind erased by societies rising power.
Destroying bridges when its half made.
Hopes and dreams fade.

Greatness comes after being thrashed and shoved.
It doesn't matter if you are loved.
It goes against the brick you stand on.
It goes for the rope to hang on.

Truth in judgment are blocked by the ones we care.
They lead us in a path which is unfair.
Fools follow this path of delusional bliss,
Wondering if their glory has arrived.
Achievements of no meaning,  making them feel important and blind.

Look away from those who detour your route.
Follow your mind in the world of greatness.
Fill it with the true meaning of destiny!
Even though society is against you and me.

Sorrows of an Unwanted Outcast

Sacred tears wash my forgiving eyes,
When you have to make yourself laugh to stop yourself from crying
Emotions of abundant rage and tolerance
With so much of violence, so much of pain,
So much of anger dedicated in your brain.

There is no choice but to depend on yourself,
Untrustworthy people stored upon the bookshelf.
No one to wash away the miseries and memories.
Only the whistle of the breeze and trees.

Struggles and sorrows are all part of your goal.
Cowards have no direction , only paths which they stole.
Enemies which pushes you away.
Watching you as you turn weak.
Waiting for you to become their prey.

Devote yourself to the true color of your eyes.
The beauty which is clear as the skies.
Do not be mislead by fools or Gods.
Follow the path of the north star.
Do not be ashamed of who you truly are!

Life in Chains

Sculptures of varied race inflict the walk towards your way of life.
Giving you differences in shades of persona.
The mind does not wander but walks into goals without fear.
It is they who barricade you,  even though your path is near.

Discouraging your vivid dreams of false ends.
Society,  pulling you towards their trends.
Like a race in which you end up first or last.
Finish it soon, finish it fast!

A race  in which you follow the pack.
No shortcuts , just stay on track!
Dead minds are controlled by society which makes them run.
It makes them believe there is no sun!

Our characters are programmed on this unforgiving earth.
Telling us what to do from  birth.
Is there hope for artistic intelligence?
Hypocrites feared by social elegance.

Varied minds should end this race.
Even if the fearless fall with disgrace.
False mortals are reckoned with impure ways to sustain this system.
False mortals, who have no wisdom.