4 Real.

So should I pretend:
Shall we just play clowns,
Paint our faces red,
Smiles just made up frowns?

Swallow what you sell:
This forced smile I see,
An existential,
Pompous piety?

In any weather:
Wave my arms in time,
Hands tied together,
Matter over mind?

Dangle from the sky:
Chilly dungeon chains,
Laugh like getting by,
Red-shifting the pain?

In the laugh forget:
Man dressed as boy?
This just leaves regret,
My life lost in joy.

I can't just believe:
This what I've never seen,
Smiling faith is not me,
Only sadness is real.

I know you fake it sweetie:
Lying is when your lips lift.

Solitude Is The Only Solution.

Eyes glazed open by fragments of sleep,
Caught under nails, clawing out of reach.
When my lashes lock I can't help but see,
You watching me in the periphery.
We could flash and flame like feu d'artifice,
Fiery subterfuge the words I resist.

Love conquers only what's left of your soul.
Love is when you die before you get old.

Sadness sewn from crastinaphobia,
And the fear of freedom being over.
The umbilical cord needs to be cut,
Like the love song once wrote for luck.
A lion in a cage is just a cat,
And a life alone is a life intact.
To deprive of me is retribution,
Solitude is the only solution.

Love conquers only what's left of your soul.
Love is when you die before you get old.
Love is obsession, envy, loneliness.
Love is a state to which we regress.

I don't need someone else to die for my sins.
I don't need a hand to hold as I pull the pin.

"Eyes Like Black Coals In The Snow".

As the snow covers the leaves long shed,
By skeletal statues of trees undead,
Gaia hides the death and the decay,
Whilst laughing children come out to play.

The slender divide, pristine purity,
An inch thick between a foot and the shite.
A million unique kisses heaven sent,
A half day distraction from endless blight.

To draw breath is to draw pain, to suffer,
To live, to survive, and decidedly die.
And kisses hang like snow covered corpses,
immaculate imitations of blissful life.

Disorder's The Only Order.

In a closed system. All things tend to Entropy.
Our Universe is a closed system.

Every neighbourhood atom will soon move apart.
Every partnership forms doomed from the start.

Because entropy is a measure of disorder.
The universe tends to disorder.

Each destined to not leave a mark.
Each destined to dance alone in the dark.

Because entropy is a measure of disorder.
The universe tends to disorder.
The ultimate disorder consists of everything.
Everything.
Becoming a homogenous smear of energy across the universe.
Like perfectly buttered toast.

All the stars that formed consume themselves
All the matter returned to the shelves.

As every'thing' is slowly converted to pure heat energy
Perfectly distributed across the universe.
No work can be done. No heat to be had.
Just cold. Dark. Dead...

This is no unjust law abhorrent
This is yours and mines death warrant.

In a closed system. All things tend to Entropy.
Disorder.
Chaos.
Darkness.
Death.

... Or so some say anyway...

Just objects, floating in space.
So...
Here I am...