Malignant Shell II

Why?

Why am I so perfect inside my glaciers;

Inside all my pain and fateful divings

Into waters of far wasted, tilted lies,

When I do not worry?

I'll never worry anymore. 

For all of what is said to me,

We see that I hide in a malignant shell

Inside my pain and my pride under the rain.

I see inside

As I empty my only bottle of water.

I thirst to death.

I flood myself to death;

Now there isn't such need anymore. 

When eels invite me into my own race

In waters that fade to hell,

I see me inside me,

Pushing my limits as I see a shell;

Now I can't see anymore. 

And what do they even need to be this time?

We are their men and pride;

We peel the skin off their rashes,

Their pride and their heads,

And why do they still hide

Inside their malignant shells?

I've maligned alignments

Until we are one;

And we won't even need to say anymore. 

All the curses in me were shot into myself,

For I do not aspire death. 

My death is an implosion inside a shell,

Where none will know of my death. 

By then,

I believe that I don't need to die anymore. 

Every time I see,

I die, out of first-aid;

Never know what to save anymore. 

As we are making a promise;

I've came out of my shell, but not them.

They've chosen to be malignant;

And I've no choice

But to feed on their disgrace;

Just see me through my malignant shell,
And I'll never need to write anymore.

Tyrannical Personification

Great wars are what we live for,
Yet I do not understand my free will.
Life is great,
Yet I am wanting to hate the people who surrendered to me.
This is my life,
Yet this is a life that I've never wished for.
I do not understand hatred and misery;
They are to be found inside a broken chamber;
A chamber of ghosts and bloodshed;
A shed filled with the fingerprints of me;
I have no fingerprints.

Warm blood flows;
It is such a pleasureful feeling
When liquefied brains are molded into music,
When liquefied stains are folded into scars
When sadness flows,
For there is no plural for true creativity;
Understand sorrow,
For there are no rural places for the greedy;
I wandered to places in search of disgrace;
And I founded a nation of war.
I preached for universal peace,
And now there is only violence in my core.

There were times when I've clenched the world in my fist,
It was a sublime feeling.
I felt as if the world revolved around my wildest fantasies;
It was an experience most engaging.
I heard the screams of the surrounding mist,
Such a dreadful thing.
A loud siren deafened me,
It made me a happier man,
For I could no longer listen to the cries
Of me and my people,
When we unleashed a full-scale riot
Against the beastly bests of our inner monsters;
When we repelled the grisly tests of our future,
For we stood still without falter;
For we do not will for a child without a father;
For we are the monsters of a broken nation.

Safe World

I miss the time
When I cruised the oceans with my loved ones,
And the cruise sank.
I miss the time
When I was desperate to escape,
so I leaped into the icy cold water
and suffered no sickness,
While realizing that the cruise belonged to my neighbor.

It was a time
When leaping out of a ship was equal to suicide,
Although I was trying to save myself.
A group of policemen apprehended me
Simply for doing so.
I did not hate them
Because I knew that there was delicious food at home.

There was a time
When I came across a piece of paper;
An indecipherable poem was written on it.
I handed it to the very policemen who apprehended me,
One man interpreted it.
He claimed that it meant nothing.
However, I have already uncovered its hidden meaning;
He could not understand it
Because he was one of my neighbours.

While in custody,
I wanted to make a phone call to my loved ones,
But all my loved ones were with my neighbor.

When I woke up, I was in my high school;
A competition was held there.
I was one of the participants
Although I did not remember signing up.
I did not know what to do,
So I danced.
I became famous.

I saw an adulterous politician queuing up
To buy cheap food in a high-class restaurant.
I lined up behind him,
While my loved ones went away for awhile.
I saw the mother of a stranger;
She was very rude;
She vulgarly scolded her own plate of food.
In my heart, I hated her,
But she understood my heart before I spoke,
And warned me not to underestimate her.

Library

I was convicted of a crime I did not know;
I was convicted without a hint of sorrow.
I woke up in a prison cell.
The first thing I heard was a broken toilet's yell,
Covered with yellow stain,
Like it is smothered by piss rain,
Or sun-grown grain?

The cells were like cubicles,
No ceilings and low walls,
I could climb over it, I think.
Society casually entered the cell;
They saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
They climbed out of the cell
As if I were not there.

Sweeper's clothes manifested out of nowhere.
I wore them and escaped.

I was trapped in a library in outer space,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library was located in a giant structure,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library seemed broken,
It was dark, and I needed to escape.
But a man once told me
It is hard to enter the library
For one will need permission to do so,
But it is easy to get out.
I got in without my neighbor's permission,
I got in without my permission.

It was very dark, but I was not scared.
I embraced the darkness, and I met some people,
Including society who saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
I felt paranoid while wearing clothes.

Outside the library, but still inside the structure,
Was a sprawling city.
I went into a hypermarket and met my friends,
I bought two bottles of branded milk,
One for them, one for me.

There was a taxi driver who was able to send me home,
But he did not know that I got in without permission.
I tried to act as if I were society,
He believed me, and offered me a ride home.
During the journey, he asked me for my driving license.
I told him I scored well,
For I know that if I told him otherwise,
He would know that I was foreign,
That I did not even know my neighbor.

The driver stopped his vehicle in front of my house.
I got out, and he drove off.
I realized that I left my bag inside the vehicle.
I surfed the internet to track his current location,
Only to discover that he was already in some place.

I gave up.
I opened a crack that reversed time
Using only my mind.
I retrieved my bag.

Cremation by Ice

Do not worry about that,
Curiosity kills the cat.

Do not worry about whom I am referring to,

For I am speaking to you.

You are worrying about something,

You are doing something you will be regretting. 

"I could do better than that."

People regret everything,

Like a cat engaging in curiosity-killing,

They will regret killing their curiosity;

If they are not willing,

They will regret being a busybody. 

Everything could have 'been better',

If you did something happy, and said it could be better;

The next time you are without worry, write yourself a letter,

In the future, ask the cat in you to read every letter,

Oh look! Your cat became wetter!

That was a forced rhyme. 

I could do better than that,

But I came up with that five hours ago;

At that time, I was filled with ego.

That was not a complete rhyme, I regret. 

But hey, the cat in you starts liking to be wet!

I really meant being drenched in the ink

That you used to write the letter in a blink. 

I could do better than that,

So why am I using rhymes that you'll forget?

Because I see your cat as a threat.

You are too curious about 'ifs', 'buts' and 'in case',

Until you have flown far beyond your base,

You based your base on my basest base. 

What is the meaning of that phrase?

You based me at my lowest, and feel good about yourself.

If people based people at their lowest,

There will no longer be such thing as a 'self';

There will only be "I'm better than yourself",

"I could do better than that".

Why do I bother to explain about myself?

Because I loathe complexity;

It's like a labyrinth in a broken city. 

Your fragmented mind comprehend no clarity

And your movements are complicated;

You have to guide yourself through a labyrinth you hated,

In a city that is wasted,

And you will soon be cremated

By ice.

No! Fire does not burn you,

Ice does!

See? Now I am just being unreasonably complicated.

I could do better than that. 

When surrounded by the noise of society,

My voice becomes insanity;

I seem to be talking to myself.

Am I insane?

I am being curious about myself. 

But what I deem to be insane, is sane to society

Are you curious about what I meant by that?

I doubt so, for I have exemplified clearly,

I did my best. 

Are you your own society?

Are you part of society?

Do not worry about that.

Curiosity kills the cat.

I could do better than that. 

Rammer Strobe is Amazing

The life of an improved man, that is what I seek.
An engineering conman, that I do not seek.
A shower of blood is smothering the rise of me.
I engineer the lives of death's technology.

A person renamed me,
A person disgraced me,
They called me a doctor
who never ingested pills.

Oh, what do they say?
The doctor these days,
He's such a monster;
Hey, come and pay your bills!

I saved your life, I'm making you a part of me.
I want to be the world, I seek equality.
I'll ram your strobe, I'll slam your probe, it's all for me.
My secret is that I hid all my lies to me.

A reason to blame me,
A reason to fame me,
My legal procedures,
They're better than the pills.

Oh, what can you say?
You do what I say!
Society's lectures,
How can you cure with pills?

I'll ram your strobe, I'll slam your probe.
I'll cram your robe, I'll jam your lobe.
I'll tram your globe, I'll ram your strobe
To hell with me.

Believe me when I say,
Rammer Strobe is amazing.
Rammer Strobe is amazing.
Rammer Strobe is amazing.

Personality

I thirst for people's acceptance of myself,
the first and last repentance of themselves;
I've became a resemblance of insects' shells,
plunging into a penance of my crying hells;
blunting bloodied lances of those who yelled
"You are weak, nobody likes you!"
"Are you crying? Nobody pities you!"

They are shying from things that remind them of reality,
They are crippling the wings of the angels of Holy.
They are the reason of me being me.
They are what changed my personality.
Insanity, apathy, hypocrisy, simplicity,
Are but mere defense mechanisms,
Are what shadow me from criticisms.

(Shadow Vegas)
I've been driven insane by society,
For I've forgiven the saner me
For wearing a happy mask;
It assigned itself to a huge task
Of being a victim!
The saner me is like an untuned rhythm,
Operated by an ancient system,
A system where humans were all the same,
We were judged based on who's to blame
For stealing the village's food.
Now we are judged based on gender,
Appearances, skin and will to surrender,
Or the state of servitude.
How can that not drive one insane?
What is there to gain?

(White de'Leon)
I've grown apathetic of everything
Not because I loathe everything.
I am simply exhausted.
I kept wondering whether people liked me,
Or that they pretended to like me
When they truly hate me.
Worrying did not change a thing.
Worries made me fear reality,
That is why I delve into fantasy;
Writing my own rules,
Ruling my own kingdom,
And imposing my very own fear
Into my people.

(Rammer Strobe)
I believe in reasons.
Technically, I am trying to help people.
Realistically, these people could not appreciate me.
There are people who fights for the weak,
Who kicks beggars like they went on a streak!
There are people people who advocates free speech,
Who kills those who has opinions to preach!
Such hypocrisy.
Is that the only way to survive in this world?

(Slitzh Manseus)
I do not need to speak much,
For life in itself is a huge conspiracy.
Why do people think such complicatedly?
I do not, and I refuse to understand.
I believe in simplicity
For it relieves me of the burdens of life.