I will not die for you,
I will **** for you.
I will not be shy
With you,
I will shine
For  you
I will fight
Till my foe dies.

For what is love
But you and me?
Without me
You're incomplete!
Even if you *******
You will never compensate
The way you feel when it's me.
Insatiable desire consuming like fire
Burning your temple as you beg
me to come and cool you off..

I am that I am
And I have none to blame if I end up lame
I am not the same
My transformation is persistent and I've won the game
I have conquered myself...

I am a creativist
Words are keys I play when my guitar is not weeping
I swim in ink as I think deep
Drinking on the brink of slumber and words keep me from sleeping

The depth of my thoughts is beyond human comprehension.
I am more than a poet.
If you take a journey in my mind you will get lost
I’m empowered to create so I don’t think like the rest!

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
If we continue this way, the future is bleak.
Be ye drunk with the spirit
Here we are drunk with whiskey.
Sensuality burning hot even in sleep
With corrupt minds open to sin
She walks in and contaminates
With venomous eggs hatching death…

Joy comes in the morning...
Or joy comes in the mourning?
While I'm drunk with my tears
Masking my candid fears.
Miles, I run never stopping
Asking none ever hoping.
Boy oh Boy, it's my story
Basking in misery.

As it is I barely sleep. (Weeping!!)
But staying awake weeping only to fall into a tortured sleep
I face it beyond control.
Sleeping is better than weeping and keeping dead memories.

But to me weeping is better than sleeping.
As soon as I slumber I start dreaming.
Let me not say the dream
It's my mine and mine alone.
When it'll be known.
I'll be long gone.
At least that's all I'm told
That I will not hold
On to this fading life till I'm old
Enough to make sense of it all.
My life will be short
And my sorrow so tall.
I think curled up in a ball.
Their arrows poisonous.

I fold myself
In case I start shaking more than I can bear.
I hold myself
My face to the ground knowing it's here.
I told myself
Embrace this, you are overcoming fear.
Mold yourself, I said.
Greatness is becoming what they revere.

Sell your soul and have lies to tell.
Hell awaits such who paly with those who fell.
Well, you can be washed in the Well of blood and be well.

Fear not brethren
Salvation is a sunset away.
Troubled and perplexed we are
But let not our courage sway.
The night will come and
It will not be a time to pray!
The night will arrive and it will be a time to fight!