Unable to retain my vision
Clashing against bricks
A sense of being lost in the woods
Feels like the twilight eclipse,
Staying alive will not do
So I slay my soul with the sword of doom.
Gloomy lights cover the moon...
A parade of dead fumes past through,
The thought of a young life dying to soon
Coming my way are,
Distorted people in animal costumes
they're taking my dead body that reeks of Perfume,
To a dark place I can only assume

Dear,
Cloudy days...
She's crying a river
Her face is a blur
She's dare's not to look in the mirror
she just might be her own killer.

A cold, sharp wave of nothing
Is her only something
Her life story is a mask
she hides her face,
because she knows her smile will never last
Her soul and mind live in the past
she wishes to rewrite her story,
Making it one that will last
But it's to late for that
Her life has past*...

Trying to mend a broken spirit,
As my hourglass breaks
My spiritual being cowering inside
Terrified to sin,
and make any mistakes,
the soul and mind divide
For Heart aching pain awakes
every moon is a high tide
My spirit weeps for nights
To my body they are confined
I am one,
without my own rights

Numerous souls within one body
my spiritual being can no longer take,
Not being a somebody
Behind this inclosed con-finery  
locked in a prison within one body,
Many beaten up souls
trying to take what's inside of me
As the Tears began,
clashing against the pavement of my skin,
I notice I'm  the only one in this body
who doesn't want to sin*...

Dark Blue skies,
I love the way they lie,
Saying I'll need them past 25,
The Devils is a lie
Diving into fast they say,
I'll never make it out alive
Too weak they say...
So I pray for stronger days
I Never will survive they say...
So I power drive my sporadic thoughts
making them a reality
Above my head they say...
So every day I reach higher and
The dark blue skies take me away*...

Trapped by the Devils touch
Blinded in all the lights,
Surrounded in all these lies,
I think the Devils calling me
Good bye...

Aim for not the visions
but the real parts of me
Aiming for what is real
and not distorting me

Blank pages,
Wrapped around my unmade mind
what kind of world do I live
Where I Should be able to untwine my mind
past the Devils lies
Because he didn't enclose me for centuries,
stand me alone in this cold cell
not knowing my own path,
was going be hell

Stuck in denial that my own spirit
was gonna to be taken
For My family,
Their going to be left vacant
The Devil was going to leave me to be unfound
Leaving my missing body naked

Noisy mummers
As my spiritual being is taken over
Cold winds blow up my nose,
Yet window is shut.

Slight sensations in my body
Thoughts began to twist and turn,
"Society I hope you burn"  

Causing an alarm,
My Veins Popping,
Pulse boiling
The lights in my eyes,
They began Twisting and toiling

I can hear their whispering sounds,
of deceiving chuckles
Head throbbing
Nails disintegrating,
White Walls receding
The Battered soulless making their way to where they fit in,
being me

Chapter 1, 2, and 3
what would it take to get rid of you
And set me free
Chapter 2 and 3
nothing can get rid the killers I see

Chapter 4
Christ,
I'm In a place where I rather not be,
I lost sight of mind,
This life is beyond the open sea,
I tried to escape,
But my spirit is never set free
Christ,
I beg and plead,
If I were to die
promise to rescue me?
I don't see my own shadow anymore,
With life you never know what's in store
Every day it rains even more
Chills send down my spine
this place is war