Fate's Roulette

Blood in the fountain of subliminal séance
Silently slithering dreary midnight skies
Crimson attributes of insanity
Smeared by fixated cries

Ah, The darkness becomes traverse
Malignant to innocent dreams
Capturing all relevance
As irrelevance becomes emotionally acceptable

And all humanity starts turning into creatures
Lurking amongst hidden agenda
Fallowing their master with blind eyes
With deaf ears
They become their own demise

Killing some
Brainwashing others
Creating lines for amusement
Awaiting the next group to defile

Ah, Fate is nothing one should play with
The advantage is always in the dealers hand
If one fallows this cataclysmic ensemble
They will forever be damned

A Phantom, A nothing
No identity at all
Doing all of the bidding
In the name of empty dreams

Oh, You have been forewarned
Live life burden free
Believe in your own identity
Be accepting to all life’s meekest creativities

Blood in the fountain of a subliminal séance
They swim, They drown
Not knowing what they do


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/11/10