And The Hand That Rocked The Cradle...

And the hand that rocked the cradle
Stood no more in earthshaking faith
Uplifted were not, us downtrodden ones
Without love, we died
Long before we ever reached the cradle.

Lost in the grave of a new world
One of war, and disorder
Twisted were the words of faith
And those lies that they engraved in we.

Surreptitiously blasphemed my existence
And brought nought but my impending demise
Way before my once innocent face
Peeped out of the cradle.

I spewed a few words, and so did you
Where've we gone? Where's everyone lost?
Dilemma in meaning, that little baby never found
And died. Died long fuckin' before it could ever
Reach the cradle of chaos and emotion.

Chaos is meaningful, Yes...
Probably that's why,
While you rot in your macabre world
I'll peacefully exist on the other side.

Trial Room

Have you ever stood between two facing mirrors in a trial room? It's an infinite series of images. So is thought. The trick to escape the neverending loop is to walk out of the trial room.

PS : I've just discovered that Chuth is Anagram of Hutch.

Metaphor

One day her heart will
Melt by the side of a fire.
They told her so,
But believed she never
Cos' that day, she'll wake up
To the love of three words
And a soul in metaphor.

From within and without
Transformed
Cold, dead eyes
Long gone...
A new life begotten
From a horrid moan
Two eyes, so blue and
So new, yet so old...

Many years on
She went by the side
Of a human to break out
I wonder why she
Never before did emote
Cos' that day her
Melted heart, up it woke
To the love of three words
And a metaphored soul.

42
The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

666
The Question to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Thorn Within

There a beast lurketh
Beneath your conscious

With a longing I was born
And you, I shall scorn

There a feast awaiteth
Within your subconscious

And I shalt drive deeper
The pain into your being
As you have unto mine.