theres a beauty in the devil's fall,
a courage to looking God in the face and saying no.
we love fire not for the heat or color,
but because its beauty is like our own,
destructive.

Ever feel the blade of circumstance pressed against your throat?
that cold unfeeling lover wrapped around you that you name fate,
curling through your soul like a viper and strangling your chances,
to be anything other than what you were born to be?

This apartheid of souls in the empty sky of my mind,
two separate people in my head constantly fighting,
one with a grin like a razor and eyes like chips of ice,
one ******, broken, and flayed by his sins.

"And the day of his birth shall carry with it all the joy of a barren field in spring, all the glory of a lowing ox as it dies,
and all the beauty of the midden heap."

Thus was it promised. His birthright was dirt on a coffin.
Thus was it spoken. His inheritance shall be only tragedy.
Thus was it written. His every breath will suffocate the sun.

And so it was. Only in dusk does he walk, and his domain is the cairn. Weeping martyrs and orphaned children are his chorus,
and the rushing of blood is the trumpet of his inglorious arrival.

I stand tall under the weight of my pride,
my soul in chains I forged to hold it in check,
against the ever raging storm deep inside,
The devil wants to play cards but he stacks the deck.

My muscles feel torn right from the bone,
Villain laughter ringing in my heart,
when it comes to it I can never atone,
So I'll just stay in this fight, never said I was smart.

I won't go down on one knee for a god or devil,
maybe that's foolish, my ego ranting as it raves,
that I need no one and nothing, Im on my own level,
but right or wrong I belong to no one I am NO ONE'S slave.

do you ever watch the night?
the blanket that hides your faults from sight,
as it spreads across the ground,
this tapestry of starlight and sound.

I can hear the sorrow and the pain,
the joy the love and the patter of rain,
clearer now than in harsh light of day,
I can see where God and the devil lay.

This silent night so full of holes,
silver pinpricks and bullet wounds,
every time I think they cant get any bigger,
we put a gun to our head and pull the trigger.

Tabby cat Tabby cat, stay indoors,
life is easy Where the rain can’t pour.
Food every day at six and three,
Ain’t nothing wrong with living for free.

Tabby cat Tabby cat, you wandered away,
wandering about the tall stone forest,
You try to hunt for something to eat,
Refusing to Join the Mewling chorus.

Wild cat, Wild cat, on the edge of the wild green,
Eyes aglow with a wary gleam,
You take another small step outside your home,
Following ambition and belief and a dream.

Wild cat wandering your hunting grounds,
Watching the horizon and chasing your prey,
Hunter defiant of your birthright,
Look back with pride on that day.

The old king sitting on his throne,
Chills running through his bone,
sits in shadow, not alone,
those that would be king.

Daggers creep on quiet feet,
Snakes all whisper something sweet,
the wolves all watch his golden seat,
Those that would be king.

They all want his crown and key,
but none of them can ever see,
the sword that’s hanging, Damocles,
Those that would be king.


Men with daggers in their cloak,
promise, oath, and friendship broke,
sing his praises, try not to choke,
those that would be king.

They watch his sword with wary eyes,
afraid he can see through their lies,
praying that tonight he dies,
those that would be king.

The king stands bleeding, all alone,
don't call out, there’s no one home,
soon he’s buried under stone,
By those that would be king

Midnight passes and Im still here,
yelling to scare off the nightmares.
Tonight Im alone with my shadow,
Rasping against me like a serpent.
Again and again I make my way,
In this twisted maze I call life,
Telling myself I have to climb high,
Over this wall I built to jump from,
Racing the clock of my time bomb Soul.
Hell, why not take my time?
Even now I know Ill never make it,
Always hiding from my reflection,
Raging against the dying of light,
That was never here to begin with.

I see two faces in the mirror,
every time Im alone.
they argue and bicker and go to war,
screaming behind my eyes.

The first face is a good man,
but a little dull.
no real talents, not all that bright,
but when he smiles he means it.

The second is violent, ambitious and brilliant, a light in his eyes.
Hes chasing the top of the world,
but his heart is cold and still.

I see two faces in the mirror,
whenever Im alone,
and more and more I realize,
neither one is me.

Sorry I fell for you. Bad call.
I was an emotional pit stop,
and now I'm *******,
and you do not care.

I get it. I actually do. I used to do the same.
You got what you needed from me.
A shoulder to cry on, some feelings,
and now I'm inconvenient.

I'm not angry at you, just myself,
because I keep being taught,
and I keep on forgetting,
the difference between someone who cares and someone who needs you.

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.

I've got whiplash from all the places your swinging me,
you've got me in heaven, you've got me in hell,
falling asleep against my chest, keeping me at arms length,
what am I and where do I stand on this blurred line you've drawn?