terrah'bli

perpetually invisible
perpetually holding onto the belief
that I might be someone's dream come true
yet I have never met that person
and I doubt that anyone dreams
of someone so fluid and unstable
changing colors
changing images
and I take again the oath of locks,
wish I could wear rags,
bronze chains,
glassy blind eyes,
and permanent black marks
all over the skin in warning wards...
'touch not the duplicitous scavenger'
-he earns no keep-
-he can never support-
I see a color that exists not

I am glad that the true punishment will be
utter aloneness
for a thousand years
a chance to truly rend the self
to let the pain of madness become the only reality



©c.thomas.carter (01:43:03|29.1.011)

mémoires d'un homme invisible

Mass-Sonic Jihad Jour Chants

A Laugh... A smile of the knowing... none will look here and look back with the same perception... Completely untwined... the chances of finding it are zero. In this dead place I make my seed... growing easily from that which is buried here. To express my inhuman qualities... to express the intention of no purpose... "Come out of the man"... This Void will take my painful reaching out and erase it...

The struggle to remember the blanks... given by {HUMAN}
"You are {name}... You will {fulfill this purpose}"

Be not deceived... simply a structure... a totem meant to draw repulsion from the eyes of the user.

This is me pushing against... a search for... to be found.
{Vain to try, for there are none alive}
Contrary, for it is I which only half live
{Absent is your driving force}
False. I build only false edifice.
{You are invisible}
To most... it is true.