I stand with this grin, hands in my pockets and chin turned up,
Grinning defiance and pride against all my doubt personified,
knowing deep down I don't deserve to win and that I'm the bad guy,
the fire in my eyes burns so bright to disguise my false strength and lies.
The violence embedded in my fists like gems of wrath and ruin,
tell the story of a scared kid disgusted with what he did,
but too weak to stop because in the end he's a monster,
and the bad guy never learns, he just dies.

Careful girl, my razor-blade grin shines but it will cut you.
I don't want you to fall for me, but I can't stop chasing you,
cause your a golden girl, happy and loving and good,
and I'm just a thief trying to steal that smile I envy.

Piercing blue eyes can't draw my focus away from
the blood and pride and cracked bones that make
up my own personal mona lisa, my obsessed mind
can't love you back, so move on while you can.

I don't want to use you, don't want to be the shadow
cast over that glowing heart I see in my peripheral,
As I'm fixated on that belt like narcissus on himself,
so baby find someone who can offer you more than just a scarred knuckle and fire for the bridge you want to build

the dragon stalks inside my skull,
scorching my mind with visions,
the gleaming sword in my hand melts away,
and my sweat stings my wounds.

But still I can't stop running forward,
the heat drawing ash tattoos on my skin,
that spell out the name scorched into my soul,
the one word that has broken my bones.

The hurricane winds from its wings throw me back,
but I will not cannot stop advancing,
towards the eye of my hell and challenge the beast's king,
for the pride that makes my scarred soul beautiful.

I remember who I was, that lost shadow flowing through
the alleys of my fractured conscience,
trying to remember who I was under all the sin piled
upon my bleeding knuckles,
Just another monster held hostage by his own self conscious need to be the best succeed and not give a **** about my own broken down soul crying out for a person that already watched me die,
always raging against the dying of lights,
that were never there to begin with.

She asks why I love her.
I say not your smile,
not your eyes,
not your laugh
What I fell in love with is the way that you can,
with a single word, strip away all my foolish pride and my ambition and my need to prove Im better than the ones that came before,
and leave me just a man looking at a beautiful woman.

There's a monster growing in my soul,
screaming to keep climbing and never look back,
anyone who cant keep up doesn't matter,
I better reach the top or end up a blood splatter
on the concrete so far down below that I left behind
when you left and took the only thing holding back this
fire in my heart and this screaming violence in my mind.
Ive got this terrible ambition that won't let me stop,
won't let me form connections or fear what Ill drop
struggling always to reach the top of this mountain
I'm climbing all alone because I scared off all my friends
screaming into my pillow at night as I remembered the man
I used to be before I became a modern lucifer chasing after
perfection knowing Ill never make it but too proud to back down.
oh well, I might be alone all my life even when Im surrounded but even as Im drowning in the blood sweat and my mothers tears,
I'll know that in the histories my name will stand the test of time and make people believe the lie that I made it to the top because I beat my fears.

The Devil and I are well acquainted now,
we talk over dinner at least once a week,
her eyes are beautiful, the burning coals of rebellion and pride,
that dress cut just low enough to tempt me.

I always tell her I'm done and that I want to leave,
but by the end of the night Im begging her to stay,
because I can't bear the way the world looks,
without that hell fire heart lighting my way.

Her sweet toxin coating my lips when we kiss,
hot breath whispering in my ear,
saying she'll make me the best I've ever been,
If for one last night Ill just give in.

I wish I could end this verse by saying
I told her to get lost and made my own way,
but even as I'm writing this she's draped over me,
saying 'now see, that wasn't so bad'.