Month: November 2005

  • Shadow closing in
    lights becoming dim
    monsters move around me
    this house is full of fear
    fighting cynical thoughts
    screaming out pain in another language
    its like the devil has cusumed my soul
    and i want him out
    crying bloody cries
    red water gargels in my throat
    im dying in side
    bleeding
    singing my death filled notes
    as i wander through the dark halls
    a light shines a head
    of my angel–
    my guiding star
    with his dirty clothing
    and hollow face
    but still his eyes shine
    a calming blue
    and everthing is better
    once more
    he holds out his arms
    holds me
    and tells me ill be ok
    and i sigh with relief
    has he heals me
    my angel

  • Inching ever slower
    to the better way of life
    only to be thrown back violently
    of one who rants and tears
    ever closer
    im being pushed
    back towards the edge
    rocking on my feet
    straining to stay up
    as the nightmare drains from my eyes
    i claw my way to reality
    slowly starting to relize
    things are only as bad as i make them to be
    yet the visions ive seen
    always are waiting
    for this unlucky teen
    to forget her head
    and fall back in terror
    back into hell
    back into peril

  • the devil yells at me day and night
    damnation swallowing all my light
    souless sinners dancing round
    demons digging in the ground
    blackened cloats fill my sight
    making me weak
    making it night
    blood stained sheets in every bed
    belonging to the living dead
    cracking walls ooze with blood
    a pure black lake
    a bleeding flood
    screeches cutting threw the fire
    pitch black eyes with hidden desire
    workers wild there battle scares
    bloody parts in small jam jars
    dancers still make way for him
    as he approaches the lights get dim
    the preditors close in on there prey
    watching them from night tell day
    hunting stalking sharpening knives
    deciding how
    to steal there lives
    he comes closer
    breathing loud
    carrying ariound him one small cloud
    lighting strikes as he raises his voice
    we all bow now
    we have no choice
    the devile gives oders day in and day out
    teaching us what pain is about
    demanding to much of this souless crowd
    sitting on his thrown
    smitten and proud
    cutts we show him across our souls
    but he cares not if we are whole
    we feel nothing but sadness and pain
    we cant even fill the cooling rain
    the temperature raises as we work up a sweat
    remembering his oders dare we forget
    we work for him now not our old lord
    we’re stuck here in hell
    were the damned hang from a cord

  • between corrupted heavens
    and the hells that you creat
    weather to jump off yourself
    or be thrown without mistake
    freezing veins as they may flow
    or your body wroung out dry
    demons take away your mind
    or a loved ones soul to die
    chained up in a jail cell full
    or set freewith no one else
    the choices you make today
    arethose you make with no ones help

  • with complex fucets
    the unknowable people
    are silently sufficating
    they live in there inner thoughts
    cursed and blessed
    alone
    only they know why we are here
    treading water
    in a pool of ignorance
    of sorror
    of pain
    they discover what the unverse is trully for
    in its paculiarity
    thinking as others wouldnt dare
    we judge there postulations
    as mendacious
    we’ve the enamored ones
    fearful of whats different
    they are not innocent they are simple beautiful
    preferring incarceration to livin g with no hope
    of world alteration

  • i read the chronicles
    of a wounded soul
    of a chameleon mind
    that understood
    the harshness that makes its toll
    the loss
    the joy
    that maybe could
    have more of an estblished seat
    ebnterence inside your mind
    and how you think your incomplete
    and lost in daily boring grind
    and now i tell you
    more then truths
    ill whip away those uunseen tears!
    and see?
    my gentle hands soothes abloshing your hate and feaR
    i read the chronicales
    of a shattered heart
    the pain of an uncontrolable head
    whose chemicals all filt and dart
    and make the soul to feel so dead
    and so i send my token hear
    as you appreciate my soul
    my art
    and ill earse your fear
    and once again
    we will both be whole
    my sympathy
    its not that of the puppeteer who lies above
    its simple a kindered soul
    who wishes to fix
    what was once whole

  • dont cry over me
    im already gone
    dont die for me
    im already lost
    dont prey for me
    ill end this right bow
    dont delay death for me
    ill end this fight now
    dont break my heart
    its already shattered
    dont take my heart
    it never really mattered
    dont promise me
    i know you want keep it
    dont deceive me
    because in the end you’ll reap it
    dont take me back
    i dont want to hurt you
    dont make me snap
    because my trust will hurt you