Devour the mindset of truth
Wonder in deserts of lies
Cast arrows into loved ones eyes
Frothing in anguish
You know not how far the torment goes
Smile upon the skin of the burned
Take heed to the silence it borrows
As you walk along the backs of the dead
When nothing is left but shrunken heads
You have but two choices to choose from
Accept your own shortcoming fate
Or kiss the mouth of truth before it is too late

Souls burning,.
Hot embers remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in black,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the sparks arising from the abyss,.
Where the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,

When there is nothing to fear,.
That is when you need to hide,.
Evade the tug of the rip tide,.
You see me reach my hand for you,.
As you slipped away from the shoreline,.
You smiled and told me you would be okay,.
That was the most fateful day,.
Where you washed up laughing in his arms,.
Where the sun bathed your injustice,.
A ******* of such great rays,.
That shined on what was supposed to be a beautiful day,.
You told me we would never die,.
But now I see your tongue split with lies,.
I felt the heavy tug on my heart,.
Another riptide in this inglorious trip,.
When I see you again,.
I hope to look away and smile at the one that truly cares,.
And I hope your mouth falls out while you stare.,.,.,

Is there a time of day,.
That pain is relative,.
To the sun rays that beam down in waves,.
As it sets in the corner of the globe,.
That we can only dream to know,.
Will the animals ponder our plight,.
As we make them suffer with our hands painted red,.
Will they have empathy to our mothers,.
That gave birth to us in the dead of night,.
A sound is heard in our breaths,.
It hints at something is impossible to obtain,.
A beacon of hope travelling billions of light years,.
Will you be there catch it in your eye,.
Or will it pass you by,.
Going past you as you stare into the sky,.
Where is the pain when it is needed,.
Where is the smile when we feel it,.
Is there hope for us when we are indebted,.
To the hands that feed us scraps from their crooked tables,.
Will society continue to shape us,.
Into convoluted idiots with narrow minds,.
While we beckon for freedom,.
All the answers we here from all sides are lies,.
The sun will rise hopefully once more,.
And in this night, we can smile, cry,.
Begin to finally release our spirits from our blackened cores,..,.,.

There is one thing inside me,.
Feel the creative nature of this disease,.

It is all that resides inside,.
Keeping my spirit entangled in a wolf's hide,.

There was something I saw in you the other day,.
What it was, I cannot remember, I cannot say,.

But it faded with the morning star,.
Where you were standing looking at your scar,.

In the darkest of night I erected a kingdom,.
I thought it would allow us freedom,.

Yet deep inside a virus molds onto our spines,.
We look for a cure, yet there is nothing to find.,

If there was a way to correct all of this,.
I would just prefer to stay in ignorant bliss.,.,.,.,.,.,.,

When does it end,?
I wish it would end,.
I want it to all disappear,.
In a supernova,.
A gamma ray burst gone astray,.
Catapulting it's hate,.
There will be no more pain to regulate,.
Why do we suffer still,?
Throwing dead rodents from the window sill,.
When will we realize we are unfit for this life,.
That they laid for us,?
It is time to take it back,.
It is time to go on the attack.,.,.,

There was a girl,.
Who's tears flooded a warped floor,.
Of a tragic shack built by trauma,.
She erased herself as she stepped through it's door,.
Placed there by dead dreams and meaningless words,.
She plead on broken knees,.
Waiting for someone to hear her pleas,.
Because this house is not her home,.
Yet paralyzed by fear, she seeks not to roam,.

Yet she seeks peace,.
She seeks a release,.
She is stronger than she knows,.

Then along came a stubborn soldier,.
Together they erected a furnace,.
That stands on a promise,.
But when the fire gets bright,.
It seems to inspire a blight,.

He seeks her redemption,.
He seeks her to be free of attrition,.

Now is her time to fight,.
Now is her time to throw light,.

Onto this tainted house.,
And dry her beautiful tears.,.,.,.,.,.,