TheShaunSlaughter

I’m tired of being called a good son and a good man. I’m tired of being called brave for giving a helping hand. I’m tired of being called strong for shouldering this burden. I’m tired of being called responsible for fulfilling this obligation. I’m tired of being called a hero for keeping a promise; Take care of her. I’m tired. I’m just so fucking tired...

The Myth of the Saints Only when the world is consumed by war, by death and by famine. When the last child is born, the world corrupt and dying. When the remnants of civilization crumble, left to be consumed by polluted seas. When the air becomes stagnant and toxic, all life wilting and fading. When fear spreads as the sky turns black, before showering the world with flame. When the skin melts from the bone, a maelstrom consuming all life. When the last spec of humanity stands before it all, tears evaporating from their eyes. Only then will they look to the heavens and realize, that there are no angels here.

For years I have wandered here. The walls are damp and cold. The passage ways are long and tedious; the floor broken cobblestone. I have been shunned away, cursed to wander alone. A mutant frame hidden within the darkness. No more! Cruelty knows no bounds for cowards. You run from his grip, blood pouring from wounds. He comes now to carve out your soul. Come forth and be devoured by hate. With malice, with vengeance, with force. Within the lair of the Minotaur! They lashed my body; scars deep in muscle. The words they have screamed in my ears; twisted and cruel. Horns ground down; broken down. Teeth filed to points; a torturin

Immortality Untouched by pain or sorrow, Nor by the fragile grip of precious life. Bound eternal to the never ending ether, Wandering beside the stars amongst the universe. Euphoria inherited from disconnection from pain and sorrow. Free from the mortal vessel, Unscathed by the onslaught of time, Left to wander serenely through the starlit darkness. Sight is one with all things constant, Watching through tranquil vision, Vision that is unclouded, pure, and true. The forever watching never ceasing their gaze over reality. Words stir throughout the universe, Becoming one with all sounds to the ever listening. Reason is always fou

In The Eye of The Phoenix Skin becomes charred and molten. Breath is fused with fire. The Earth burns as flames rain from molten clouds, And as waves of fire emerge from the seas. Souls are burned in the maelstrom. Screams are singed away. Everything disintegrates and nothing remains. All life dies in the fury of fire. The fury settles and the Earth smolders in ruin. Day is night as ash rains. Soon light returns to desolate plains, And nothing remains. Nothing remains. As the ash settles, life emerges. Born from the ash and flame. It reaches out from the charred ground, In search of meaning to its pain. We were once born from

Oblivion In the waves of oblivion we bathe. From the waters of ancient starlight we are made clean, And from the sight of the universe we are reborn, Only to drift away upon waves toward oblivion. Into the endless darkness we sing. Echoing amongst the abyss the tune of fear and grief, As we sing, the soul sounds its sorrow through our chords, Only to let our sorrow trail endlessly through the abyss. In the abyss of oblivion we dissolve. Piece by piece we join the truth of nothingness, Left to open our eyes to the truth, Only to find an endless void of insecurity. In the endless waves of oblivion we drown. Truth enters our lungs

Bred into the single sense of wanting Forced to walk blindly to false arms Insecurity binding all brought against her breast Never seeing, never questions, always following blindly. Leading the blind to her grasp Promising all with poison soaked breath Blind to the pain As you lead the cursed chosen to the slaughter. Guide us with haphazard intentions As you breed more scorn with the hearts of the caring Ripping logic from bone, skinning emotion from the soul Never stopping, never caring, always wanting more. Leading the pure to your grasp Promising all with poison scourged thoughts Blind to the pain As you lead the cursed chos