The Laboratory

                                                                                                                                           “Tremble, trip and fall. That is the natural state of which pawns excrete their efforts into.  Cheating their boxed lives into the lies that only primitive minds can attract.  The unreliable and irregular energy that they harbour emits the unwelcoming nourish that the laboratory can provide. For they will never comprehend the blessings and comfort the institution promises.  Only the minds of clarity have rewarded themselves to embrace the welcome arms of the laboratory. Awaken by the supreme potential from the fruits of their loyalty. The forlorn world beneath us shall fret in our divine glory.”

 

 

 

 

I THINK
WE CAN PUT
OUR DIFFERENCES BEHIND US 
FOR THE DOCTOR
YOU MONSTER

 

               The laboratory has been possessed by the lingering grapple of evil that dwells inside. Violently ripping the gravity of the environments inside. The grim breath of air from the mouth of the staircase is greeted to those who approach. The smells of fawning chemicals grasping for attention. The pitched noise of bad-tempered metals being twisted by the ideas of groundless perfection.  The addiction welcomes the gateway to heaven. Each step heavier than the other, the flesh retreats but the hallowed soul is whistled and drained. The addiction knocks on the door leading to paradise.