Is your find an ill mans job?
A free man's job?
A loathed mans job?
A sane man can never find you
A sane man can never love you

I sight in vain,
the cause of my distain,
A slur of hope to be washed away
by the pain,
Espoused to unfortune,
I weep and weep,
For the love I find,
is the one I cannot Keep

In my shackles I run free,
Miles and miles on the path of divinity.

No tear can simmer down the breeze of the ocean inside،
No temple gives this sinner the place to hide,
Death sounds dearer to me than I,
Whose command shall I comply?,
Shead some light that doesn't blind me so,
Shead some light on this black crow.

Unsettling silence protrudes me whole,
Silence with god,
Silence within my soul,
Silence of remarkable control,
Silence bound to eat me whole,
Skillful silence has me sinful,
Plundering what in me was willful,
What to make of who I am?,
What to make of my greed?,
To have god's heed.

How good and awarding is the destructive truth that runs through my very flesh?
Is it any better than my sins?
Both an abyss of disturbance,
For neither can be perceived as a saint,
Nor a Satanist,
Obfuscated I turn to skies,
For my heart is breaking because it relies on the futility of my nature
But i can't find the answer

The path unfollowed follows my mind,
The path unfollowed mocks me blind,
And entrenches deeply in my wound,
Now in the path of the wild I must swoon,
To reclaim my sight.

I am a rage room,
Expliots of yesterday tumble within,
They see no shore,their voice goes thin,
They pry ,they seek this anger bashes them meek,
I trace these walls with a tender persuit,
To veil the blood that I ensued,
I'm these walls of flesh in an out,
Escape is clutched and dissolves within,
For in this rage room death is a sin,
I admire and then retire to these braided walls,
So perfectly aligned yet in all odds,
Rose i have never come to see,
Since when did beeding from the thorns become my destiny?

This debris in which I venture,
has toiled me into a spine,
Thus,
no flesh clings to me as mine,
In me hope nurtures but dare not infuse,
The nocturne drowns in me profuse,
So I cradle the stars and tame them so,
their mysteries I unveil and name them so,
For they ruminate of the suffering of this pearly land,
The sky beholds my gaze unshorn,
If I think of god my breath is worn,
Is to him our flesh awake?
Or a dough for his might to slake,
This seasons are this man torture,
They wilt aways like sand in water,
So to the sky my eyes I keep,
Yet my blood, on earth it lands when my heart it weep,
Oh dear man your heart has a hole!,
From which avades your soul,
If I seek myself whole I would taunt you so,
If I seek myself none I would want you so,

She harpens the mute,
Which makes them sing their soul,
For within her poetry they find,
Their relentless souls,
Their relentless sorrows,
A whim of time induced fate,
To betray her,
For her to sow to no reap,
Within her bounteous heart such injustice couldn't seep,
So now she spills the nectar of her being,
She spill words of poetry,
She spill tears.

Beads that solemn glow,
Perk up my eyes with tragedies and flow,
Ensnaring my whim to wipe it away,
The tears that descend,
My body drowned in marks of spear,
In my hands I kindle a flame,
Tear to my flesh its pain so sour,
A hearty jubilance collapses in dismay,
My thoughts forfeit a mere clump of hay,
There is no afterlife to who doesn't believe,
Apart from this life there is more to grieve,
Am I a timeless portrait hoping to decay?,
Am I the assumed thrill of tomorrow and the obfuscation of today?,
My thoughts thinned to a buzzing sound,
Threads that break over a shallow woe,
A soul that bleeds,
The  swine it beholds,
I need a quilt,
For in this world I have gone cold.

I am sad and unpardoned,
Of the burden that I choose to carry.

Under gods name I am saved,
Under gods name I am betrayed,
There is no humanity.

I couldn't rhyme this feeling of despair,
It's a tarnish like none other,
a convulsion of my nature,
Unconsciously I contrived,
This feeling of despair,
To be so very near,
I looked for god under its shadows,
I jabbed and stabbed,
How could a god so near,
Have me famished for his love and fear,
Alas I found,
Man is meat and despair is hound,
Cunning days leave me counting,
Passing hours fueled with longing,
Sonorous shill of my heart I deplete,
For under all this abhor,
I have found peace in release,
Release of despair that I protect like the spoils of war with in myself.

It is a contagious ill,that has saddened my will,
A rash that I timidly approach,
And times when this world is saddened,
It's an itch that thrives,
It's has lead me to question,
Should I not stand where others thrive?,
I simmer beyond sense,
Boil in hopes of repentance,
To be one with myself yet again,
Inevitably I scratch the reap to keep me sane,
All around me is a baffling aide,
To pursue a realisation that this world has left my side,
It's creater alone I cannot keep,
For my heart is sealed with heap,
Of a wound that sources blood,
And dear to me is the way it floods,
Now grey is this heart,
It answers with a lie,
It has sensed it's contagious ill,
So it doesn't learn it's way to others life.

When the moon soars abloom,
The God rests the doom,
Like a hand that guides a spoon,
Moon that nests alone fresh and unborn,
Slithers its way,
The purest ache of yearning's sway,
As the cloud take heed and veil it away.

I write for no noble cause,
I spill all I never was,
Selfishly I prey on hate,
And engulf it without debate,
My heart beats and death it cheats,
Oblivious to my minds defeat.

Birds cannot nest in the sky,
Even if in the sky they wish to perpetually pry,
The earth sinks them in over time their bodies turn weary and thin,
They flap in the distant sky,
Oblivious to my envious eye,
Oh how i yearn to flap my wings,
Ruminate no longer of my sufferings,
Know no god or his mercy,
Know no greed to have mans heed,

My heart is stuck in time,
Praying that in all hope lost ,
a purpose it finds,
It doesn't beat,
It's became painfully boring and quite as a mime,
Avid for a pulse,
That alligns,
Encompassed by fear and dread,
It doesn't wish to leave whats familiar, behind
Shall it ever find gratitude in discomfort of time?
Or shall it face the unfathomable regret of a lifetime,
Is it stuck in repentance or greed?
In both ways it can't have what it needs ,
Induced by the futile hopes of time ,
It wishes to be more of a crow than a mime,
And hum it's own tune ,
Thats sorrowful yet refined,
A raw tune upon which others are adversity inclined,
Steadfast he continues wishing it's their music palette that's unrefined,
He sings,
Until a salivation is unearthed,
Until the trees dance and harmonize to his broken tune,
Alas,
He finds himself deluded,
In hopes ,
Someone would discern his tune to be a pleasant produce of time ,

In ill wit I find this life unfit,
Bequest of melancholy I admire,
For all left of us is dire,
A folks tale we learn to admire,
Akin to the play that plays in my mind,
Even with me as my possession,With my soul I hold no rhyme
Thus,
as realities prisoner I do not wish to retire,
The earth retraces it's history in satire,
Gods creativity I admire,
But confined to this rugged terrain I contrive,
An illness has warmed me and now in its grasp I lie,
An illness to betray that of which I find noble,
So now I grieve a lesson I don't want to learn.

Is it a devotion to love?,
Is it the stuttering way of the tides?,
Is it that resonance of the weeping Sky?,
Or the strings of yearning plundered by lust?,
That oft fret us of a perpetual brooding call of death,
One that is as much of a mystery as it is known,
The trees left to stand tall for man,
who shall have his back fail him over eternity,
The sand who's grains shall never be acknowledged by man or god,
Yet they stay,
Yet it blooms,
Is life a reward or a test?,
Is it the result of former ill crimes at best,
For our nature thrives in inequality, injustice,
Like a sinner,
Like a criminal,
We comply to our nature Our nature to love has proved futile.
Although it has kept us sane.

Oh old man you swing and pray
Your mystery beyond perception one would say

Oh old man you earn the sigh of the streets
But yet on your tongue the claim of his love repeats

Oh old man your praise ceases not your pain
The praise of the one who made you insane

Oh old man everyone dies in your sight
Other than the almighty,the one always right

Oh old man do you merely **** time
All you have become is mine
With others your words dont rhyme

Oh old man what of those you left unattended
Has their love for you descended?
For they pity not your search?
While you proclaim you have all unearthed.

Everyone is dead I think
May it be morning or night I don't sleep a wink
In thoughts I retire i rebell I transpire
This spring hold none to miss
This air to me holds no bliss
I think of sanity every now and then
Overpowered I run back to my den
The sky embarks in it the fairest hue
I sit patiently for death to ensue
How loyal am I to this greed
To have my insanity freed

Is it a mistake or the limit to his perfection,
Creating me,a shallow imperfection

I'll pour my bitterness in a presentable glass
To drink it again
Adjourned of hope fullness
As to saviour the taste of my destruction without impurity

Is the anguish in our heart burned along our body in hell
Do we hate god no more?
Is heaven a immoral ecstacy?
How could the sinless crave something so evil ?
As evil as the idea of heaven
Where we are to feast and the cries of those on hell reach our hearts no more,
Is heaven inhuman?
What of a sinner who sined against himself,
Will he be forgiven of the,
Sin of harm,
Sin of neglect,
Sin of distrust,
Sin of silence among the weeping in the crowd where he is found dead by his very own hands.