Gray options

Even if,
You crave for the absolute,
And mind and body tell you what can be mistreated
Black and white are the only options,
Choose wisely or be defeated.
Fade into whatever you want,
Shallow colors, stories of the unwanted
Tales of bravery and misinterpreted minds,
Watch closely as they go unheard through the gray screen of the departed.
The sheer desire to go unnoticed
May blame others for the horrors you've made,
Be what you desire,
The closest connection,
From which your faith must be told .. ..

A tale of ages..

Between the five realms I've conquered everything
Wishing that nothing had beaten harder than the lighting,
Fighting,
Promising the world to a disobedient comrade
Kissing the moon as the faithful scratchpad.
Rainy footsteps ignore the shallowly breath of air
In which the bravest have denied their death in pair
Pale, as in their coffins they lay,
Without anyone to make a last, meaningless pray.
Virtue is forever lost
In a land forgotten by the ages of crisscrossed
Words and feelings beaten with a hammer
By the same human beings
Improved, removed, and cut by a butcher
That is me, the last one to oppose
The mighty vibe that others accept to enclose
In their minds, a pill taken by force,
Remorse,
Is what betrays the drop you had ages ago
In a time of spaceapes and alien birth row.

Take your time and fade
Within the voices of the lesser jade
Forced in the eyes of my love, my love ..
Me and you, we're from different ancient tribes,
And now, we're both almost extinct.
Sometimes, you've got to stick to the ancient ways ..
Old school ways .. ..

The layouts

Victims themselves of a close encounter
Desperate abductors, constructors become infected, vexed
By an alien virus, so alien, so viral.
Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentacles
Stimulating the audio nerve directly,
You wanna come flex with me

Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
Are in any combination, rhythmically.
Shifting gears, focus upon intensity
Wait, big people that are nobody try fuck with i-man clarity...
Mind starts slipping to familiar tracks,
Bending warping, interfering with the facts,
Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying,
We are hostile aliens, immune from dying

Don't harass me for not behaving correct
I only want to slide my arm round your neck
Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation.
The sensation you feel is entirely real.
All that we share is our struggle for silence
We don't wanna bother with no arms house business,
No shooting, no violence
Sensory language twist snake like a limb
Flexible, versatile, curious like twins
Transparent in the way that it moves
With sufficient memory
 To cut clean through you .. ..