Who am I to chastise
I make enemies like fire
who am I to realize
I'm standing on a pyre
who am I to question
the intent of a God
who am I to reason
omniscient I'm not

How many times have you died
to find the attention you seek
does the praise point back to you
while you imitate the meek
how many galaxies are breathing
as you pass them all by
to pursue an empty ego
and desecrate the sky
chant a broken mantra
then jinx the world below
spin the tales of bittersweet
with lies we'll never know

This form of diet consists of nothing cause I'm trying to close the gap
between a place that's almost something and the place where nothing's at

Where are the whispers that graced my ears
Where are the songs that soothed my fears
Where are the raindrops on skin like silk
Where now are all the others of your ilk
Where are the fingers that traced my spine
Where are the eyes that once held mine
Where are the hearts that together did weep
All lost between the contrast of awake and sleep

The wise ones will clamor for a place at your side
you'll rule with an iron fist and use history to hide
the weak ones will love you until the end of your reign
before all power's usurped the sanctioned deal in pain
though soon to be a memory on a stinking heap
or unknown to all posterity just edit and delete

Take mastery over thoughts
though benevolently sway
hold dominion over words
but have care for what you say
take hold of all the dreams
and chances you must take
calmly sense all paths
then bend but never break

if the bright sky was your idol I'd try to tear it down
if you laughed only in whispers I'd just ignore the sound
if your body was a temple I'd surely desecrate it first
if your mind became enlightened I'd remind you of thirst
if you willingly discarded all that we once had
well I guess it's plain to see that I'd be pretty mad

I ate mushrooms in a field in an attempt to reveal gods, I learned much about the thing I am and all the things I'm not, I drank acid by the fistful to open up the sky, but for every answer found there was born another why, I eat peyote in the mountains I know not what I'll find, but what a joy to journey in depths of ones own mind

Oppress depress and rearrange
now disavowed and over strange
reflect object my own ribcage
conceal reveal and act my age
deny imply and storm the gate
repulse convulse I love your hate

We smile lovingly at the faces that pass,
for humans care  little for things that last

I am death, breaker of men, rider of winds, shade in the glen, I am deep, I rise like tides, when owls call, another dies, for I am time, I crumble walls, I span the aether, and take whats mine

I certainly adore, who I believe you to be, though I'm not half as sure, that you're for certain she

I have had my share of quantum entanglement, and it's safe to say it's not for me, I am done with feeling a heart still beating, laying half way across the sea.

Poetic injustice leaves you full, of impromptu injuries when pulling the wool, as if everlasting enemies claw at your eyes, for these prophecies weave broken dreams leaving you blind, dark as winter mornings the dagger sharply twists, you whisper paltry warnings and offer up your wrists, to morbidly seek comfort as if death can conquer pain, but all it does is transfer to those that still remain

Your apprehension hangs heavy like a pollutant in the air, depreciating greatly my ability to care, so I stammer and step to the road once more, to alleviate some tension from the one I adore, your smile has been tainted with the taste of doubt, so I step with great care when I move about, now the links on your ankle are as hard as they're sweet, and your will to be free leaves warm blood on your feet, so no longer will I struggle to keep your body chained, you have my blessing to go lover may your memories remain.

Coalesce in moonlight as the hour of the wolf passes, transcend it all at midnight her lithe body thrashes, transmuting daylight into fervent cries, and appropriating passion for the open skies, evoking the lover in hopes of knowing truth, though she's alone in a home with her dreams of youth

If my words could burn a hole, I'd aim for your heart, though if by chance you have a soul, it would be as good a place to start, so I sing my laments for the warm rain, though with this spirit in my body there is a chance, to purge all the doubts from my brain, and wake up on clear skies just to dance

Whisper little sister in strange tongues, shifting and twisting in the hot sun, mulling over and culling your own thoughts, sun rays for days but it's all for naught, you clasp tightly to the unsightly and the strange, though with great will, you may still be free from your cage

Waste your cheap whispers on hollow bones, and forget all the blisters that got you home, blacken the chimney with warm sin, by skill very nimbly conceal within, and when it's frigid in winter and snow drove, you will still be gathering splinters for your old stove

Bend a wave of light from the summer sun, and then smash it on the ground into tiny bits, a kaleidoscopic creature known as none, is gone and not one around you even stopped to notice it

Awaken saints with tattered robes, do his work around the globe, I feel your presence even now, as sweat upon my furrowed brow, atone for birth and wretched life, but absolution has a price, so lead the flock I'd expect no less, though all must pay your wage in flesh