The-Tulus

My  gorgeous red muse, Who loves to snooze, Soft, beautiful and fine, Brighter than sunshine, Sparkling golden eyes, They're so endlessly wise, For thou I declare my infinite love, Of you I am in awe of, Your hair I long to caress, Now I must confess, That you are my soulmate, But you also kinda need to lose weight, Oh, my darling Liam Thy beauty deserves a museum, Even though you're a fat little cat, It's you I love to look at

Powerful soundwaves that pierce, Shattering glass that breaks the skin, Warm red rivers begin running, Two masses of atoms with sentience, Negativity and spiteful feelings, Another small emotional scar on the muscle that beats at a high rate, Falling silence, With water falling from white ponds with blue middles, Extinguishing fires, Too many sounds with hurtful meanings, It is time the masses part for good,

Some men earn their money, Through a honest day's labour, Some men take it from others, Like a wild beast takes the life of it's prey, Some men barely get by, On whatever little they have, Some men live in wealth, Earned through the labour of others

Metal beasts roar, Cough and infect, Every single system, Tall naked bodies, Moved by the wind, In this winter month, Dressed up ants, Movement in flocks and alone, They work for their unseen queen, Until their bodies start to fail, And as night consumes day, Silence falls like a cloak upon ants, Yet the cycle is a snake that eats its own tail!

Early on a Saturday evening, he was sitting on a bench. It was in a station hall and he was alone. His hair was grey and long, but he was balding on the top. His beard was unkempt and lengthy. His blue eyes were pale and his hands were worn. His stare was empty and without anything in focus. The people around him moved like mice, heading in all directions and never stopping for more than a minutes. He didn't notice them at all and none of them noticed him either. He was like non-existent to their eyes but yet he was sitting there. Occasionally his features would be twisted by an inner agony and he'd cover his face with his hands. A single gr

She caressed his cheek slowly while trying to comfort him. He had not shaven in days and his usual stubble was turning into a beard. She was the reason he was upset, she knew he blamed her and she blamed herself. She wasn't quite sure what she had done, but she knew she was the reason for his grief. She looked into his gloomy green eyes, they were the gate to his scarred up soul. All through his life he had been hurt again and again, he was a fragile man and for each day he grew more vulnerable. She was the best thing that happened to him, yet she was also the worst. "Anders, I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean to upset you, darling.." She whis

The sound of his throbbing heart echoed in his ears. His lips were dry and he was sweating nervously. The cold hard steel in his hand, the feeling of power over life and death. He didn't know why it had come to this, he feared that noone knew. The room was moist and hot, it had been the hottest summer in years and it was driving him even more insane. The voices in his head had gone from being plain evil to becoming as batshit insane as him. The tip of the gun kissed his forehead. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Click" A few silent seconds went by until he opened his eyes again, he had played this out a thousand times in his head

My heart beat, I listen to it as steam rises, The blood running from the meat, Pots and pans in all sizes, Another beer to calm my nerves, This serenity gives me peace of mind, This quietness my head deserves, And your smile is so kind, The silence becomes broken, As the pot boils over and spills, Still no words are spoken, I should fresh up on my cooking skills,

This self imposed isolation, Of my body and my mind, Leaves me without determination, Forces people to leave me behind, I can't walk out of that door, I succumb to the anxiety, Craddled up on the floor, I'm far too unfit for society, I unintentionally hurt those I love, They will eventually walk away, This illness, they're sick of, And I'm left to my lonely decay

The taste of spring, Lingers on my lips, The little bird spreads it wings, Flies high into the sky, Set free beyond our world, Set free beyond gravity, And though it's doomed to die, The bird enjoys it's life, The bird still flies very high