I took the pictures off the walls
Our memories are in a box

Your shirts and letters sit
And there the dust will settle

I do this before the trip to see you
Knowing our conversation will not end well

I’m caught in the middle of a storm
But tonight, perhaps the stars will show themselves once more

The end of us has been nothing but silence and screaming
Maybe I’m ready for you to leave

If this past year has been a story,
Then we are at the ******

And I am on the edge of my seat
Just waiting to see how this all plays out

you know how it feels to be ditched and thrown away,
yet you ask me why i'm wary of people.

you know how much it hurts to be broken down,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.

you know how it feels to be betrayed by those closest to you,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.

you already know why i'm wary of people,
yet you still ask me why.

We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.
It substitutes a dollar amount
For lives and souls and hope
And tantalizes the population
With TV, ***** and dope.

By the time the population
Wakes up and catches on
A new batch of crooks exist
The old got rich, moved on.
Every campaign promise
They will fail to deliver.
They will lie to your face
And sell you down the river.

Our women are widows
Our children are orphans
The churches want money
For larger pipe organs.
They wring their hands
Subject abortion to scorn
But, abandon them to penury
As soon as they are born.

They say they want nobody
To receive free ride Medicare
Then freely give corporations
Un-needed trillions in welfare.
The chant against big government
Is a perennial marching tune.
They’ll decide the kind of ***,
And have control over wombs,

The world is a place today
Where the dollar comes first
And the children of the poor
Are usually treated the worst.
We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.

Welcome to Society
It's full to brim
With blooming
Actors
And actresses

They practice each day
Their smiles and laughs
Till they're simply perfection
And you'll never know the difference
Between what's real
And what's not

These people
They act out their lives
With well practiced actions
And say it's all fine and dandy

When really,
*It's not

As I gaze upon her,
Seeing her soon to be limp body awestruck in horror,
With the sharp blade clutched within my own hand,
Wondering if she knew this has always been planned.

Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to break her,
Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to torture her.

Fear is what I love,
For fear is what wasn't sent from the so-called "up above".

Oh how I love seeing her trembling body shake,
Seeing the tears flow, for this is no mistake.
I shall soon be the last thing she sees,
All I can hear her say is please,
Please don't do this,
Please we can get through this.
Please please please.

ENOUGH, is all I have to say to make her want to run away.
Enough of the lies you threw at me,
Enough of this fake reality,
For now there will be nothing but brutality.
Soon you will be finished and no one can hear your last cry.
So all you have to do now is say goodbye,
Goodbye to the life you once had,
Goodbye to your mom and dad,
Goodbye to everything you loved,
For we both know there is no "up above"

Nothing but total darkness swarming and eating you alive.
Darling, this is a battle you will not survive.
Shhh, there's no need to fret,
For we haven't even started yet.

Life is a paradox, you can not live till after death.
Only after the fall, shall you will rise up here.
Just as the King was born in a Manger here.
Living as a homeless man, healing everyone.
While knowing his outcome here on the cross.
Dying a death of sinners, this here sinless man.
To the cross he went, beaten and abuse he was.
Freely he went knowing that he was the open door.
For you and me, for he rose up again saving us.
From the death that we deserve by his sacrifice.
Now he sits at the right hand of the Father above.
Giving true life to all that believes in his gift to us.

Love is like a river floating down stream
Just when the water stills, it merges with another
The rivers play, tossing the water around
Unbeknownst of the waterfall that's tumbling down
Together they fall, becoming one,
It's scary to fall, damage is done.
I've fallen before it's sad to say
Sometimes the river doesn't quite make the bay
But i hope and i pray that this river lasts
For i think I've found true love at long last.