Waves of Torment

 It comes in waves

The tidal wave, heavy with anger, grief and sorrow.

Like a brick wall crushing an ant.

Then it dissipates, until tomorrow.

There is stillness now, 

A pleasant warmth in the air.

Free from obligations, no despair.

No foreshadow of another wave, but life is unfair.

The tsunami blots out the sun,

Frozen in time and space there is nowhere to run.

The unbearable burden of the heart weeps as it's skinned through fine lacerations of memory.

Removal of bonded souls is torture with no remedy.

The stillness is now fewer and far between.

The waves are constant, but not as harsh as it would seem.

The separation of souls, almost complete, almost gone.

The heart clings to its final thread, an illusion, for a new hope, a new dawn.

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?

The Fear Mask

It is not the fear of self which creates our flame,
But the fear that others will rise against our game.
We believe in unwanted emotions, when we can be satisfied by apathy.
The false judgement in witnessing the inner beauty of beasts.

Pretending to be more than human, which makes us a star.
Abolishing that aim which doesn't get us far.
Offended by insults from the lack of pain.
Is like surrendering to  a cause without any gain.

The flame ignites while the smoke surrounds.
Choking the innocent all around.
The face of fear is not a good mask.
Allow it remain and attain an  unaccomplished task.