She was mine,
Lovely,
A delight.
She, woken up to morning light.
Me, woken up to she.
We had loved the days,
Greed.
My ray of sunshine,
She had loved me, stay.
Love cannot persevere
All the time.
She was there, time after time.


Not all good things can last,
Pain brewed from the past,
Mashed against the wall.
Us, hoping to forget it all.

Before a move was made,
Love was left behind.
She knew he had lied,
He knew she wouldn't, stay.

Love, left there, untouched.
Him, a crutch.
Her, left there.

Right away, he "moved on"
But wished to forget

Impossible to forget,
She left.

Impossible to forget,
He was left.

Impossible,
All the time.
She was there, time after time.
Let's grow old, this time
This time.

Jealousy, a final decree.
Admittedly a fallacy submitted formidably... impervious?
She'll move onto sea.
Move on from those who can't see.
They'll show us what it means to see.

Presently a mistaken alignment of aliment, yet so indicative of the deceptive.
An intervention of emancipation requires degradation of the love that relegates, brainless.
Vindictive of the culture, fault, to penance, too addicted.
Somehow she heads an isle of the vile whom are consumed by denial.
Normality brushed aside with the hand whom highlights brushed, melting eyes.
Life, an achievable yet inconceivable lie shrouded by personality.
Subjective to the respective hospitality.
"Aint no love for thee..."

“Fire”
You’re more than just a number.
You’re a member like none other.
Wrapped up in a blanket of variety.
Tied tight with the bands of society.
Our societal prowess encompasses opaque loudness.
Scream as if your life had meaning, it’s demeaning.
A stuttered beat down the streets of whom we beat.
Shout out, “I’m proud now”
Drooled on from above, spit on below by god we are low.
Shunned for so long you got frostbit.
Create a sequence of events for the present.
Gain the game of high fame to ignite the flame.
Gather your kindled pride, strike the flint to gain wit.
Scalding hot, branded with a new meaning.
Burn your name into the world.

Double hinged doors can only swing so wide.
Jester all of us, beckon us to place a token of our time.
Light the halls, embroidered walls make them stand tall.
For without our greed, it would crumble with ease.
All of us bring our broken will.
No place for that heavenly grace.
Disgrace to our race.
White wand in hand.
They unleash the “lord’s commands”
“Follow with a blind eye”, oh what a surprise.
Written word followed by the glorious herd makes them heard.
Abracadabra! Everyone claps. We are all cleansed of our deeds.
A messenger of the purist form laid down to die, for us.
His messages, “Stone is rigid, nothing is forgiven. “
“You lead! Place the crown upon your cranium.”
“Show me how much you can explain to him.”
His last words, “With arms open wide, I accept this punishment.”
Priest lying down his book, boils to ashes.
We knew this would last.
Our lord has gone.
Doors open wide.
Black.

An antique, a book of suggestion.
Holy specters serenade faded men.
God showed us his lesson.
“Know Thy’ Expression”.
“Thee’ who cultures me will be pleased.”
A word, An Anthology, educated to be breathed excitably.
Concrete the ideal may-be.
Wavering disguise laid upon his mission.
A nuclear fission.
Boom!
We crawl back, we inch – He does not flinch.
“The temporal is but the scaffolding of the eternal”
Hells infernal.
Dissolving time with fervent heat.
He cannot be beat.  

Seconds before our change of mind,
We left him out to dry.
“No need for this inadequacy.”
He give none but broken lies!
How cruel we are to our savior.
Fools to think the, “son of the dawn” would no longer pawn.
We ask for Forgiveness, our opinion.
Suckle his divinity as if there is an infinity.
Affinity for confession, broken down lessons.
Consider it dead.

"Alone"
Cultural drones, afraid of being alone.
Compact are the ways of societal dismay.
The world is a playing ground.
For which god had made to play around.
We matter not to he, nor the philosophical decrees.
Just pawns, looked down upon.
An imperfection, made to be sheep with no expression.
No exception, that's the key to our emotional perception.
Emotional satisfaction with thee' our omniscient being of divinity.
Unable to see our declining faith, unable to see his perfect face.
No longer on pace with the human race.
Emotionally pith'd, he could have interfered.
Never fear, we've counted the years.
You should have never left.
Our world is now wrecked.
"Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?"
Cry out, "I DOUBT."
We lie in disgrace, twilight tears shunning our race.
Alone on a planet with no escape, our impending fate.
We are no more but ashes in a fire, looking back on our past desires.
Our lives are a facade of lies.
He deserves to die.
In our beds we lye faced with the truth.
"I no longer want to be with you."
He leaves us, a pity to see his dust.
Alone, he rusts.
Oxidized by us.
From this we are founded.