Backjack-Kitsune

Looking at a word that will never change as the melting snow beings to fade, and sway, away from the eyes. blinding nights of drifting memories broken harmonies of clasping regrets that mold a picture of false joy and desired tranquility. Happiness is a hopeless dream within a globe of repetitive motions, simple notions of where you are trapped and where you only wish to go. To see the outside world from this desolate prison i could simply give in to the cold that surrounds. But i am pleased with in the contention of my confinement, as this may be a fools epiphany that the symphony that is played out there is based more off of chaotic strife than harmony, a continuous brew of jealousy of those saying "What is owed to me." So though my glass bubble does not give me visions like the hubble it will keep me out of the trouble of the designs of those many, who claim an understanding of my reasons. in here i can play witness to the greatest show on earth. Humanity's suicide.

Tell oh sweet sister, what does one's corruption look like to she? a unified plague, that waltzes upon thy world of supposed normalcy keeping the democracy of ones pitiful will to govern a tragic whole entertaining jaded thoughts, those chaotic spurts of a greedy goal? Civilization is just the realization, we are all cast in the same play, of our own collective, that only directors have the right to burn away. Never the less does it hurt, to be able to see out eyes once blind? tapping into senses once left dormant by the hate of your own kind re-opening the pores to the beautiful world thy had once forgotten only in the sheets of the directors cut. How humorous for those, kin left behind with all the sheep to bah, graze within that small pen. Only she can show the way to thee. to walk along the suns loving light fastened by the hope we will build with the longing stars of the night Yet she who shall awaken thee will not remember thy's present nor past only our future as the hive

We five souls all know the reason you play the game to come back to the shack hoping the results change get re-arranged in such a way to see history re-write itself and release those who have forever inscribed in this storybook, know as our joyous cage. You bring us all back fixed, cleaned and refurbished shinney new color scheme that says ready for service as if doing us a favor, to call you our savior, but it's all for your amusement. Why don't you repent for your sins your regret that set in motion all of this. Why don't you admit the only reason you keep us around is to play this game of cat and mouse, and grind us down till we accept this purgatory, this never-ending story as our moment of glory, to be rehashed as a shimmering new star that has no chance of ever-rising for she is eternally bound. Funny how she who is not Freddy, but is foxy, in a way to where you want to stay play her game. So will you come again to bear the weight of our tragic past, as i lay the options

Heated damnation seeps from my lips escaping from my pores, pouring out like the blood that flowed from those lacerations left by hatreds penetrating Blades that those had figured to use on this soul, who was willing to forgive understanding why such rage burned a new. and yet unsatisfied with the results decided to try again till hell split open And swallowed up the light that could never before be put out. That bloody dark hatred now lights my soul and Trickles down my jaws with passion intertwined with the desire to see it end in a glorious blaze of heated determination. to see you join me; Aligned by prayers to the departed, sacrificing those who only partake, Regretting my moment of kindness as it was simply a weakness holding ganking, strangling this light out of my eternal well of love and jubilation Fill my heart with song and psalms, untie my soul from this shell. My epitaph shall read my message in lost tongues; beside my tale. swoon for she a ballad of thy

please strum me like your bass who lyrical licks could give a taste of sweet a bohemian. My rhapsody that taunts, as sugar poured on me slowly creeps into my virgin heart- shaped toybox. party on like the rain, with purple dye yes to want a party to surpass 1999 for i could rage or simply look inside a barrel of a Glock or my own 45. i desire to be neck-deep in a bottle without the de-tox

One may call me a sphinx or a lyrically mad mew mew A sweet kitsune or a fox who cryptically weaves ju-ju, like voodoo you spew out of your mouth like tru moo how far will i go to show that there is nothing i won't do. you try to interpret my meaning just to put two and two together, but no matter you will always find something new to prove your truth, and it will always come out of the blue for my illogical play is only fifty percent of this poetic blue- print known as my masterpiece. it is my job to confuse ewe with he, and she with a ram, like a magical girl bright hues now is this a sonnet or a couplet is what i will ask you? does each word convey a constant flow or unsteady brew? I said i'm a fox, a mad mew mew who cryptically weaves ju-ju A sweet little sphinx or kitsune, who spues this lyrical voodoo

When fear is your only hope one can never embrace the solitude of what it means to have no one to share. The thought of this nothing being my everything, leaving me teething at the rings hopeless praying that despair would coddle, me cuddle me smother me into the emptiness of the blackened night. You hope for air but nothing fills those lungs as they compress and struggle to be released from the burden they bare. for you are their everything their beacon in the night the warmth in their heart, but they couldn't care less about the pain of this matriarchy, this prison with no keys to set free the prisoner who they tear asunder with their plundering words that royalty shalt not be bound to the mortality of the sins carr- ied by the soul who is forced to bow down to the weight of the world. But these fears , are not theirs. They need not be accompanied by the fear of failure the fear of desertion, they say only that life is not fair because the one that rules them can not live

The sweetness of your innocence fiils my being with a sense to where i don't mind this kinshipual incest. for now, i can feed this need for your celestial and spiritual essence that pours from your pores as a right of passage. this savage mindset tears away from what was once your light and purest of gifts for it and you are now mine as you have spent all night with a succubus that cares not for your passion, but only for the attraction that this gift can give to me. as i take a tour across your heavens, as they are my map to prosperity, thanks to your charitable core. So worry not as i get fat off of your pain and effort, you as my escort i truly enjoy this budding relationship where i can gain anything to the expense of your everything like a grasshopper to an ants grain.

i came to the realization to the truth that we are all sheep in this world of dreams , eyeing the impeccable ewe across loves forbidden sea. what says ewe who rips the meat free from the lusty bone? Are my sins to heavy to carry my soul up this stairway to paradise? as a pair of eyes stare down with guilt at a man who gave into his weighted desires to partake in the a world full of liars and hate.

I have a secret one that you already know. much like a present, that is the present that is tied with a feather bow and lace with a gift to erase without a trace the memories of this flawed history. this morbid tapestry that is piled in the corner like any eyesore begging for attention with little mention or direction to fix this problem that society has turned to ignorance to solve for them the riddle of the sphinx But i know the answer to this equation, that has boggled the minds trapped in time to a relentless rat race with no escape. For you see to end the suffering of everyone is to simply end everything