A taste of divine bitterness - 'Overcliff' lyrics request.

I can hear the silent scream of corrupt vanity

Sounding for sorrowful times coming

The drum rolls behind the hearse, defying gravity

Of ideals and morals melting

You wait for what you’ve wanted

You plan until you are haunted

You promise yourself your acts are undaunted

But you trust in the rage that leaves you feeling taunted

Perilous and senseless you lay

Bones shattered, mind battered

By desires of grand decay.

Lost and forlorn you shall stay

Lives departed, all hope trampled

But your sons, the price they will pay.

You pray to your gods of greed

You bury your living dead creed

You believe that by this you are freed

But you drain your spirit as it’s poison you bleed

I can smell the reek of a corporate sell-out
Driving in circles around the platinum fire in the sky
Feeding off the festered remains of sins, no doubt

Taste the divine bitterness as your soul is about to die.

The Gray Decorum

Daze and dream with no limit.

Blow kisses against the wind.

Don’t bend the truth to be kind.

Accept desires and watch them transpire.

Throw old regrets into the pyre.
Raise the stakes.

Crack the mirror in seven.

Drive forward and brake in reverse.

Kill deceit before its rebirth.

Dance hard or die slowly.

Live fast all your life.

Believe you were born beyond the sun.

And that you sleep behind the moon. 

Shed only diamond tears. 

Become alive by shaming your fears.

Drink from the sky’s wishing well.

Crawl your way out of the nine circles of hell.

The nth life

I awake; eyes open wide, ears pierced back, I lay still for a while and take in the damp dense air. It smells like victory tonight.
I creep; silently, dauntingly, down the roof and over the lines of fences in the deadest hour of the night. It is now my moment to thrive.

I search; in utter stealth, clandestinely for the gifts of the dark. I am omniscient and dominantly alone to reap the rewards of the nth life.

The moon is not full yet, but it’s seductive smirk gazes down on me and the excitement pumps through my veins. The cold is bone gnawing, but the lustrous Gray coat is adequate still.

The chase is imminent. The time is drawing near. The suspense glorifies the means, and the end feels tangible at the waking of the kill.

I pounce; muscles poised and mind overcome by fathomless complexities, fear and desire become one in a dangerous dance.

'No can' resist. 'No can' rebel against nature. Give in.

Derange. 

Destroy. 

Devour.

The nth life is finally up as the thick, metallic taste of hot blood rises in my mouth.
My deathless whisper of triumph echoes over the life’s final reverberating breath.

I curl; under the strobe of the sinister lunar lantern in the black sky and revel in the debaucherous nature of the act.
I stride away; panting and shaking and intoxicated by the adrenaline that makes me whole once again.

I can now retire; body boldly bared, and soul feeling free.
For I no longer have secrets; the secrets have me.

No sermons are heard, no laments being sung; bereavement has no place here. The moon's celestial smirk widens in grander approval as her child has done well and the dawn is irrevocably near.

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"Nature is often hidden; sometimes overcome; seldom extinguished."

Sir Francis Bacon - Of Nature in Men