Conquering's the Tyrant/Suicyanide

Predisposed to cold, 

at one with the night. 

In darkness I write 

my pen lit by starlight. 

Sharpen perception 

to behold what unfolds.

Thoughts that transcend the earthly coil. 

Sacrifice creature comforts 

on the altar of knowledge. 

Discipline awareness to the human toil.

Suicianide, nothing as it seems.

A pillar of fire by night.

The blood will flow in streams.

Chain-linked, iron-fist, massacre of screams.

At my best when by the spirits I'm possessed, 

speak through a philosopher stone that resides in my chest. 

Death is always six feet to the left, 

treat every moment of life like your last breath. 

I'm obscure like the moons obscured by the sun. 

I play on superstitions not always just for fun. 

My words flow like a dagger killing first born sons.

Suicianide, corrupting thoughts in your head

A pillar of smoke by day.

The rivers run red.

Chain-linked iron-fist, harvesting the dead.

Reality's constricting, 

the world never seemed so small. 

Technology of suicidal progressions. 

Syntax, conflicting with the meaning of if all.

Perceptions contradicting, 

a voice that never walked so tall. 

No mans land is the island, 

identity is the fall.

Shedding tears of blood, 

who where they who flew 

with clouds to their windows 

like sky to the wings of the dove?

Dead tounges - 

the muscle of contraband, 

what in earth have we done? 

Corrupt laws are written. 

The left hand paths ungloved. 

You shake the hand of disarmament, 

in the land of the gun.

A fateful day, all look away, 

as voices of the world lay silenced. 

An emptiness that echoes through stone walls, 

through the halls of syntax. 

Cuts to bone, a bitter truth - 

Becoming eerily more violent.

Like a bird of prey, it flies away, 

on cold winds of change, 

through crumbling pillars of language - 

Starving, stalking histories compliance.

Staggering tongues beg and plead. 

Witnessing eyes open wide and bleed -

Conquering's the tyrant.