I walk into the prime RF wave
Where the space is thick with fraudulent motives
I see him there
Sorting out the wreckage that remains
He sits upon a white couch
Window dressed with precedent navy blue drapes
While his anguish takes egress
He greets me with open arms
And takes my hand to dance
He whispers to me as we sway
His message is quite clear
“The apocryphal is a high castle wall
The infallible fathers the fall”

I have crimson eye's in moonless skies
I bleed from my conscience and steal from the dead

I play with fear and runs with hate
I never think it's over, it's never to late

I creeps through the night and hide during the day
I play these games of fright and hate

I make people cry and wishes them for dead
I'll give up a life because I'm already dead

I'll travel the world just to find you
I'll teach you sin just to know you

Your life will go nowhere
Your feelings will be dead

You'll love my ways they always do
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways

You never think that you learn my ways
But you came to me, not i to you

love

just breathed away

a gasp

of passion

or when

coincidence leaves a shadow

on memory

This dirt under my
Fingernails is from crawling out
Of holes that Life
Threw me into.

Well... at times I jumped in
Without help.
The point is
I know how to get out.

I'll teach you; here, take
My hand. I might even let
You have the whole arm.
But know:

The moment you try to
Pull me down for a quick fix
Of company and comfort, I'm
Letting go.

Life is more than holes.
More than self-pity.
The sun never searches for
A cold face to kiss.