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Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
Still Waters Beyond the Storm
It is above and beyond
the realm where soar the children
of my ever undying Lord.
My mind is forever enraptured
by the very thoughts...
the concepts that are so limitless.
God what glory is to be beheld!
Lead me by still waters my Lord,
Beyond the storms of this wretched world.
Pray I that my intrigue
is never felt as a thorn in Heaven's walls,
as my only wish bring true wisdom home.
Thou art my God,
ascended and surrounding,
forever the greatest of praise goes to you.
From my lips come prayer,
From my hands comes worship,
From my heart comes faith.
Channel my voice through, O'abounding angels!
Though my thoughts often plague me,
I make attempts to please you all that I can.
As it was once said,
"I shall fear no storm,
for I am learning to sail my ship!"
Sprinting Towards Demise
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
Back Into Wonderland
of what I was once fond
I wish now to forget.
As unforgiving were the events
transpired amid regression.
Up build my walls once again,
for my invited guest,
is now an intruder
amongst my bleeding heart.
Back to into the rabbit hole.
Descending I go into the demented realm...
spiraling back downward into my Hell
where my home burns.
The United Marionette
Eyes blind, and running in a direction unknown,
Oh what foolish pilgrimage has been chosen for us now?
All hail the way of conformity to the false prophets throne,
To the idolaters zealous fire do you march as you bow.
Forward you move, imploding and expanding simultaneously...
Rotting from within and denying your own flaws.
Changing your view and way so spontaneously!
Until even you do not understand what is your pathetic cause.
The philosophers in history say
that without conflict, can there be no progression...
And here and how, to your eyes is the cause of your delay...
Shall revolt catch your burning wagon with the hands of transgression?
Abandon ship and onto the burning bandwagon,angry and alone.
Division of the flock, oh what a weapon here and how!
No glory is the way to forsake the truth that you now disown!
Looking back at a forlorn forefather,with a nervous sweat on your brow.
Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak
I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.
Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...
I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.
Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.
The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.
I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...
Right Away I Write Away
To my one and only, the beloved whom my heart favors...
For my all & every
The true love my soul has at last found.
I continue onward, producing letters
To grow into words,Words that still yet
lack ability to describe this, our love.
Though my mind works with vigor,
through day until night,
Evermore to the dying beat of my heart.
Remolded have I been,
and forever grasped...
By a bond beyond unbreakable.
The Heart that drums away the beat in hopes
of reaching the ears of some muse...
In hopes of fabricating my rapture...
Right away I write away,
direct from my inner most being,
Out poured to pages for the eyes of my angel.
The EmpathI take what isn't mine,
leaving what is good behind.
Taking the pain and leaving joy.
They smile, not knowing what I've done.
I cry over this, because I know what I've done.
I wear the mask.
As the smile openly.
No one knows what I do,
that I can sense and take emotion.
I can take pain and leave joy.
Though, I wish they did.
An Empath can feel what isn't their own feeling,
they can also take it from others.
Taking their pain so they wont.
That's what I do.
It's so much more than empathy,
it's feeling it in my very core that's not even mine.
Pain, sorrow, feeling hollow.
That isn't mine in the beginning.
I help by taking.
I save by containing.
But will anyone help,
or save me too?
Someone to understand,
an electic touch.
A gentle voice.
So much more than a friend is what I need.
Where to start?
I don't know.
I wish they'd know.
Because I guess they're not here.
The SadistYou pick your favorite tie,
your eyes dark, filled with craving.
Staring at the floor,
I dare not meet your gaze,
But terrified all the same.
I hold up my wrists,
And you move swiftly with talent.
I kneel before you,
My blood boiling,
Your fist in my hair.
I tilt my head back,
Scorching my skin.
My vision now compromized,
I feel hollow and lost.
Coursing through my veins.
And then it comes,
A single hard blow.
My body wrenches,
My flesh sizzles,
My scream echos.
Beads of sweat,
Cold against my skin,
Collecting in the small of my back.
I know I can do it,
For you my love,
But thirty six more times,
Restores my faith in suffering.
My fragile body,
Now battered and debased,
Covered in cuts and bruises,
The scars of which will never fade.
Tears stream down,
My mascara smeared,
As you stand astride,
Mocking my anguish.
There's a blurred line,
Between pain and pleasure.
My temptation unsatisfied.
You have nothing more to give,
Of this decadent lifestyle.
Fadedtears painting my face casting the shadows within the dark
pulling me under its claw's preyed upon death clutch
pounding fear bleeds within my skin and bones
my eyes draws within death scythe ripping away
the chapters of my life buried within my nightmare
why dry my tears but let another cry
impaired to my own emotions numb
to the cords of my existence silting
my soul to reach upon your ears
my downfall pleading for acceptance
composing my cries into deathly tunes
Memory of YouYou slowly walked away,
left me solemn in the rain.
I guess it shouldn't be a surprise.
You saw the reaction on my face
when you gave the last embrace.
There began the story of our demise.
And now there's nothing but...
just a cold tear tear, just a hard breath.
A mere moment collapses, nothing is left.
You said your goodbyes, there was nothing I could do.
So I quietly drift away trapped in the memory of you.
Several days pass by
and I think I'm losing time.
Where did my concentration go?
So much anxiety over you,
don't know how I will get through.
But it will be alright, I know.
Still you left me with...
just a cold tear, just a hard breath.
A mere moment collapsed and nothing was left.
You said your goodbyes, there was nothing I could do.
So I quietly drifted away trapped in the memory of you.
It's been a year since then
and the mending has kicked in.
No more struggling against the pain.
Since I gave up on the fight
and surrendered to the light,
only a peace of mind remains.
What Happened?We were once us but now me
You say you care but really you don't
I rather if you don't so that you can drift away like a memory
Now I am alone, walking alone in this cold world
Just move on, there are others that make me happy
So in a way I thank you for leaving
Thanks for making happier but it the days like this that I stop and want to go back
But how to go back when there is nothing there
You left and move on like nothing
Why should I care?
"If I lose you, I don't know what I would do"
I remember I said that and turns out to be true
You walk away, that's all she wrote
Don't just say goodbye when I never wanted to
Too bad that you felt miserable
Its sad one can be happy and the other can be feel not same
Was it the reason why we got into this relationship just to forget who we were chasing before?
Or wasn't that something needed to change with our lives?
I don't know, it happened within a blink of an eye
I didn't try hard enough or you gave up too easily?
Can't change anything that ha
UnderstandExcuse me, I'm sorry to impose
Won't you both keep on your clothes
I have something that I have to say
You might laugh or you might get upset
Are you listening to me yet?
I can't just simply walk away
Boy, I lost my trust in you
Girl, if you knew what I knew
You'd see he's not the person he appears
But you take his word over mine
I just hope you'll leave in time
Before you see that he's your biggest fears
Sometimes I even wonder if
The possibility of this
So called 'karma' even exists
How come I'm here with open arms
An open heart in risk of harm
Yet he's the one with someone else to kiss?
Boy, you don't deserve her
Girl, you deserve better
But still I have to see you hand in hand
Soon you'll see just what he is
And maybe when it comes to this
Maybe then you'll finally understand
Excuse me, I don't mean to offend
But I can't smile and pretend
That you'll be perfect for each other
He'll tell you that you're the only one
Blink your eyes and he'll be gone
Off to find a perfect lover
TryI try and try again
But nothing seems to work
She just keeps ignoring me
She keeps thinking it is dead
I keep on trying to tell her it's not
But why won't you listen
Listening is key
I have been listening to you this whole time
But not once I turned away and said
"I wish it could have been different"
No, that's not how I thought
How it felt
Being through so much with you that I can't let go just like that
No, I am not saying I am living in the past
I am saying I want you to still be there
I want you not to give in to your own doubt
Believe me, please
My life is better with you not without
Hanging on a thread and I grab it with all my might for that it would be sew on and not drift away
No sarcastic tone, no laughing matter
All in seriousness, serious about you
Serious that this still can work out
All relationships go though turmoil, crap, mess ups and all
But it takes a real one get through it
It wouldn't be an easy road but a doable road
I know you hate the feeling of making this deci
Japanese Love SongI can no longer fall in love
Anymore, in this way.
It is too difficult to tame
To understand, you
Reminded of a evening summer breeze
Warm and fleeting
We were meant to stay the same
Through all the seasons
Even when the snow covered the ground
And loneliness burned my cheeks with shame
Because understanding was different from saying,
"I am no longer able to fall in love, with you, this way."
I'm Your Worn Out DollYou whisper you love me and will never let go,
But the future happens to show,
Both of us covered in blood drawn by a knife.
Have you tried to count every promise you will break in your life?
Every word that you've said that meant nothing after the smoke cleared,
And you have seemed to veer,
Away from me as I have predicted.
It seems as if you have gotten addicted,
To throwing me in the back round, pulling me out when I am needed.
Every word you've pleaded,
To me will not help the fact I feel like a worn out doll.
I now know better then to fall,
Into the words and phrases you've said to everyone and have memorized...
It's as if they are imprinted,
In your delicate thing you call a brain.
But never ever ever again,
Will I fall for such words that mean nothing.
Please excuse me as I seek words and actions that mean something.
The Error of My Ways.
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
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