Like a dead oak tree, there is no life in me. I stand tall and have yet to fall, but still no life, you see?
I was born in a desolate area; began as a single seed. I was different from the rest of these trees of this common type of breed.
Many thought they knew about me as I may have appeared; I had leaves full of life and stood tall against fear.
I gave shelter and comfort; was understood by few. Others loved me for who I was but most used me for my attributes.
I had no problem with it, for it gave joy to the world; from all who came to me and stated they loved me, I only felt it from one girl.
This one person, ever so kind, was one soul I thought I'd never find.
Someone who took care of me and helped my life go on; the pureness of water, her innocence I was very fond.
The rich, healthy ground, her foundation so steady; the air that she breathed into me was anything but petty.
Though the elements took their toll, close like bonds we made; she was my tree lover as I was her shade.
We encountered the world together and made it through the rain. We shared big parts of our lives; both beauty and pain.
I had her name carved onto me for the whole world to see, but time moved on while I stood still; now she's experiencing the world without me.
Now I'm alone with no one to watch over me; alone in this valley where there are no other trees.
So now my leaves are gone; now my life withered away. I let the elements take their time day by day.
Very few still come by, but see how different I am now; they see I've changed and they think they know how.
Like most trees, they grow and wither over time; they don't get their vital nutrients or lack the beautiful sunshine.
But me, I'm a different breed; not a whole lot of needs. I chose to go down the path of my slow demise instead of being overtaken by weeds.
Through the roughest of winds and the harshest of storms, I stand tall though I'm broken and torn.
I appear lifeless and little to give to you, but I still serve some type of purpose that's understood by few.
I'll take on the elements till I am cut out from this world; but I'll always remember the ones who gave me life, my closest friends and family, and one special girl.

As I go through my life and begin to contemplate,
These aspects of love and hate tend to control my fate.
How do you control your emotions in this malicious delirium;
When everything you used to feel is replaced by these numb
And unbearable, malevolent, just terrible soul-crushing feelings?
Lord, please help me with the sinister cards that I'm dealing.
I need Your love in my life; oh, please save me Jesus.
My heart's been stolen, broken and obliterated to pieces.
I can't move on but I'm moving with the world now; it's cold now.
Caught up in the midst of this evilness as it takes me on its own route.
The pain is like a dart on fire and fired to straight into my heart
Because I loved you from the start and I hate to see it all fall apart.
But that's just life and life, as they say, it moves on.
You gotta get up and carry on even if a huge part of you is gone.
But you tell yourself if it's true, she'll come back to you
And no matter what you do, you know she'll always love you, too.
I just can't let you go no matter how hard I may try;
These memories haunt my sanity so vividly as I sit here and cry.
We said a lot, meant a lot and went through too much just to pull the plug;
To just cut me off, pretend I'm nothing and sweep me under the rug.
It just seems that no one understands how real it was to me.
You changed my heart, mind and soul girl, my life will never be
Complete without you and this I say is true; your love gets me through
The worst of the worst. You make me feel brand new.
I sit here dropping tears wondering how it got so bad;
Like cyanide, it kills inside cuz you were all that I had.
Maybe one day, the Lord will grant me that miracle
Of seeing your delicate smile and divine and shining eyes again, girl.
But I gotta be patient and let the Lord's will be done
Even though this waiting burns like the inner core of a feiry, blazing Sun.
I can't stop you from loving another, no matter the agony;
You will always be there with me in my dreams where we're free from this misery.
The song is for you; written in blood as it slows my heart rate,
I wait for that date....as I seal this...with a kiss,......my love,.....and......fate.........

As the days go by and the birds fly free, many live their lives in a false reality.
They let themselves believe what they see and hear; they're desperate for knowledge and unwilling to face fear.
Many are afraid to look death in the eye, while denying their fears allows them to die a little inside.
When going through a trial, you can let it penetrate your heart, or harden it to keep the demons from tearing your soul and sanity apart.
Your life, your decisions; they affect more than you can fathom. Most of us don't realize the value of our true happiness even while we have them.
Life is one of the cruelest teachers I have ever had; it gave me the tests first and the lessons last.
Slowly, but surely, I'm losing it all; I feel the happiness and peace in my life taking a long freefall.
My soul is hardening; my sanity silently shouts. The cracks in my heart allow everything and everyone in it to slowly fall out.
I feel the inevitable change transforming who I was before; I feel my battles leaving their scars to tell the story when I can't anymore.
No matter how I put it to you, it will never make sense, but to better understand, know that the first casualty of war is innocence.

Los demonios que residen oscurecen nuestro mundo
Dispuesto a tomar nuestra vida en un segundo.
Creeping and crawling, they terrorize your soul;
They all crawl out and roam about from their deep, demonic hell holes.
Run all you want; there's no where you can hide.
You can't survive in this cruel life without God by your side.
I need Him there to love and care and guide me in His light
Because you never know when el Diablo's gonna strike you in the night.
You dance with the devil, you're playing with your luck
Y el poseerte faster than you can scream fu...
NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE ****, I AM NOT TO BLAME;
YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CHOSE TO GO DOWN YOUR OWN WALK OF SHAME.
I JUST TRIED TO HELP YOU. *******, you're a liar.
You're just a falsifier..I'LL FILL YOUR VEINS WITH FIRE!
I KNOW ALL YOUR DESIRES; I COULD MAKE THEM COME TRUE.
I don't wanna be that person..******* YOU'RE A LIAR, TOO!
DON'T TRY TO HIDE THE TRUTH; YOU KNOW YOU'VE GONE INSANE.
JUST GIVE UP HOPE, SMOKE SOME DOPE TO **** THE PAIN IN YOUR BRAIN.
YOU LOVE IT, OH YOU LOVE IT, YES YOU LOVE IT, YES YOU DO.
But..STOP TRYING TO ARGUE WITH ME; I KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU.
CONFIÁ EN MÍ, QUE NO SOY MALA
¡SIN MÍ ALMA EN TU VIDA, NO ERES NADA!
That's when I remembered my Heavenly Father from up above
Who blesses me so graciously with His never ending love.
I need Your help to save myself from a dark, demonic fate
Filled with agony, misery, darkness and hate.
GOD WON'T HELP YOU THIS TIME; HE LEFT YOU LONG AGO.
I looked at him in the eyes saying, "You don't even know."
I knew He was arriving; I could feel it in the air.
An aura of love and bliss replaced the hate and despair.
DON'T GET TOO EXCITED; I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU AGAIN.
MAYBE YOU'LL GO ONE ON ONE INSTEAD OF CALLING YOUR FRIEND.
As he left, I took a breath; I just escaped my death.
His presence was an essence like a bad trip on some ****.
And it's in that moment that suddenly blew my mind
When I finally realized that real eyes realize real lies.
And as God entered my heart, I began to start
To love my Lord as a whole; not just as a part.
I know the dark Lord will come for me someday,
But to his dismay, I must say, the Lord will have his way... OBEY

Like most would do on Halloween, we'd wear a mask to be a person or a thing that we aren't usually,
But do you wear one so you can hide what is on the other side? Another side that you have on the inside that divides you like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
It's not uncommon to hear that most of us fear how we would appear to our peers and the ones we hold dear.
It's worn to protect them so it won't affect them to a point where we're rejected, disconnected or projected as more than defected.
The main difference with those who wear it is what we have to bear; what most wouldn't dare to share or just scared for the unprepared.
It could be our best friend or worst enemy; the complexity of its identity are incidentally formed either chemically, mentally or even manifest destiny.
How we choose to cooperate with or tolerate it is based off how it is incorporated in our moderated or complicated lives.
The level of comfort is great when the mask is lifted; like the weight has been shifted straight off my face, can you relate?
This mask is about to break so I must take it off and I won't make another; I need to relieve this ache and stop being fake. Please do not forsake, for it is time for me to be awake.

We're in a battlefield that most can't understand; others have their own opinion about this no man's land.
There are even those who won't accept the unseen reality because their morality shifts their mentality so they view spirituality as an abnormality.
Negative forces are all around taking on various disguises to bound, drown and break us down below the ground.
At war with our guardian angels for our soul, they'll use anything that can benefit towards their control to bring us down into their hell hole.
Though the battle may not be seen as many may depict, the wicked will pick out the weak and restrict them of anything that may conflict them from turning us into victims or resist them from becoming a convict, addict or being tricked by them.
So it is crucial to know how to handle such a menacing foe that'll have us undergo a life filled with misery and woe if we should want to throw in the towel, let go and allow them to grab a hold of our soul.
Whether you think it's spiritual or not, we all have a belief that there are forces out there that can cause to feel grief or relief and we all choose a side to receive an increase in extreme self-esteem that advocates in the defeat of deceit, disease and all the mean things.
So it may be spiritual or materialistic, however you may see out whether you're Catholic or atheistic, there are sadistic and twisted spirits out there creating more statistics right now as I speak about it.
Stand strong like a soldier, tough like a boulder and be the beholder of a more powerful enforcer right by your shoulder to help maintain your composure in the midst of overexposure to spiritual torture; this is war.

I'm living enclosed inside a place nobody knows about where a part of my soul grows in the dark and it blossoms in the cold.
Being the only soul here, it gets lonely; nobody to hold me, but if only I was more like the old me and had more of an open heart policy.
This space allows me to hide my true face; pushing away out of this place others who get too close. I have come to just embrace it.
There's a certain limit I have when it comes to outsiders being in it trying to find and get inside of my mind to get closer, unaware they're not going to win it.
It's been a minute since I've allowed it; I'm not proud of it but I can't do anything about it.
So many have tried to get me to confide in them about my spirit that's died; I thought I was hiding it but never knew it was this visible on the outside.
I wear my heart on my sleeve but my soul's in a pocket; deep inside, I zip that ***** up and locked it, threw away the key so no one can come in no matter how much they're knocking.
The only thing accompanying me is a mirror that I allow to be this near for a reason clear enough to understand if you were here.
I punched it watching the cracks spread wildly, but the fact is that simultaneously the reason for that is so it can stay here with me.
Now I'm not as lonely, have no reason to pretend or fake a feeling and even have someone to understand what I'm dealing with when I look at the falling shards of my reflections, then pick my head up to see that I finally have someone here I can see who's as broken as me.