To the SlaughterLike a lamb upon this pathnever heard what shallow wrathcame upon this mental warleaving muscles strained and sorenever dared to speak a wordas we trudged through the unheardClosing in on dusting dawnbroken limbs on joyless fawnsWhispers empty on the groundmarble echoes all aroundclosing in unto this hallclutching closely to the wallnever had we ever seenwhat a tragic fate of dreamsent to hell and back and backclosing in, denied to crack.Fingers clutching sacred tomesHiding under broken homesLying empty in my fearMy own screaming, I can't heargrind your teeth and keep it cleandenial refuses all I've seenlying in a broken shellLambs are crying in my hellInnocence a blissful lienever listen to my crynever see what he has donenever see my father's sonDeny to feel the empty holesPitching change for his tollsClutching hollow to this pillowweeping like a dying willowBlacking out all that I've seenscreaming,screaming, it's a dreamtelling nothings, little lies
Matters of ExistenceFloating in a lifeless dream,Soothing whispers and what they mean.Fading in and out of views.Praying for atheism between the pews.People keep caring as if they should.No point in preserving a damaged good.Tragedy keeps elevating,As if theres no use for contemplating.Abandoning a common lie.Philosophical theories on reasons why.Ironic people being arrogant,Searching for inspiration's carburant.Attempting to avoid being facetious,Underneath the weight of medical adhesives.Giving such a treacherous grin,Eminent with knowledge of sin.Valiant with a fruitless quest,To vanquish all whom may contest.To end the reign of personal greed.Shattered, titubant,do take heed.Denial refuses the simplistic demand,To look life in the eyes and take it's hand.Complex beings, you know who I am.I'm your worst nightmare, Homosapien; - man.
Void...As much as I try to let it out.I can never see what I'm about.Pain's still screaming,though I'm on mute,and I've yet to see my "effort's" fruit.I still struggle for words I won't find.Torturing myself to describe my own mind.How can I describe what always changes?Hopelessly noting what rearranges.A frustrated writer, straining for words.Slowing my thoughts, leave flying to the birds.Repeating adjectives that fail to explain.My endless obsessing must be in vain.Scanning emotions that refuse to reveal.Whether or not they're what I feel.Unable to think when I think too much.Try to decifer what won't stay in touch.Dissecting myself with too much distraction.Hoplessly seeking some form of reaction.and tripping on my misguided tongue.This stressful task is never done.I'll try to end the thoughts in my mind.Numbing my stress and wasting more time.Driving me mad with my endless endeavor.and refusing to let myself off with surrendor.
SheyenneSo close,and too far away.Two broken shipsare left to stray.But one,strays further everyday,Returning too late,before going away.Awkward silences,never exist.In a see of troubles,with miscolored mist.and her light bulb flickersbut fades away.Burning out,my hope by the day.Closer then titles,on a one track disk.and forming a relationshipthat inspired the game 'risk'Fighting little countries,we forgot were on our side.Only to remember,Our evil twin did it, now hide.The same two psychopathsyou see chasing others away.Attract like fucked up magnets,in our twisted little way.being optimistically pessimistic,and laughing at how we cry.Lets spin the ships wheel over,don't let mental distance be goodbye.
AmberUp and downand up some moreI'm still here,won't close the doorYou say no one'smessed up like you...but don't you see?I'm fucked up too.It's ok,We'll talk it out.They might scream,or yell, or shout.Like a shadow,faint but there.I will never,cease to care.Wouldn't matterIf I close the door.Could change the locks,but never the floor.It's the same path,same street as you.Rusting road signs,have screwed you too.but hush, don't tell them,We'll go through the woods.Wearing our worries,Like shadowing hoods.And we'll sit in Willows,Branches weeping to the ground.We'll hum and whisper,never noticing the sound.And when your branch is breaking.I'll be sure it's me that's blamed.For a failure of protectionNever ceases bringing shame.and if you think I've changed the locks,because you see my closing door.Don't fret much,Just observe a little more.And if your fragile hope,loses life as daylight falls.Look again and ditch your key,because you've broken throug
34. MoonMoons are changingunder the glowpulling the tidesunder their towhiding intheir illusive darknever to seetheir created markglowing lightin a world so coldthe moons changingtaking a holdlunaticstirring insideinto the darknessagain to hidenever can they seewhat this creatures likenever humanmemory strikesfeeling too familiaron my skinis being this wayhow it will begin?never knowingwhy the moons so alivefeel the lunatic stirringchanging your insides.
33. WrathTwo roadsdiverged in blackened woodsno one cared to listeneven though they shouldand what is the feelingcreeping down your backyou can feel the monstertheres no holding him backhe is howling for freedomto let others know painand he will never stopnever do something vaineven when tainted screamscry for help beneath the leavesyou can hear the sweet nothingsof bloodlust and crieswhen all you ever wantedwas some release from the liesnever listen to your demonsnever let them get awaybut keep an eye outor they may strayfree of the cagemade of bonenever let them seewhat reality atonesCities fallingunder what they've donehomicidal tendancieshave just begunand no one hearswhen you take the paththat devours all senseGiven into wrath.
32. NightA beautiful placevoid of lightsee without eyesignore the frightthe chills down your backyou know that you feelRefuse to believethis joy is realno one can seehow lovely a nightwhen others striveto bow to lightand no one hearsthe little songsthat night singsand strums alongtwinkles of brokenlittle perfectioncracks in the skyavoiding correctionflaws will alwaysmake things realand you'll never haveto refuse to feelwhen night blanketsthings in their touchand all of your evilscannot seek your clutchthey cannot seewhat they cannot believeand no one reallyknows the reliefyou can never seewhat beauty liesin my broken night,lest you see without eyes.
31. FlowerChoking vinesand wilting petalshoping fortheir twisted metalspainting flowersso they shinewashing theirtainted spinesPainting rosesmaking them pinkand spritzing perfumebecause beauty stinksPetals cryingfor some rainin their sun-drenchedcosmetic painRoses twistingin the darkwhispers tothe angels harkscreaming thatbeauty is fakepampering themtill what they makerefuses beautydefies whats realpretty flowersaren't meant to feelcurling their stemsburning away flawssinking intheir well groomed clawsFlowers cryto be alonewhen others makereal beauty a clone.