A dream envisioned each night at rest
so surreal it has now become a nightmare
when knowing dreams are painted pictures lost in time
fantasy whispers of another life
letting go never wishing to awaken
dawn discovers another heartbreak
sacrificial ideals let the empowered rip away these thoughts
slowly drifting away seeing a never ending cycle
I am a gear in a machine
when broken lather the oil, suppress the pain
forget when I dream
and dawn breaks way to another blood stained day

Willingness to die for the people
or desire for death

When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember

A mirrors image
never enough
to reach through the glass
touch all that I am
soft skin, lost in ecstasy
a beauty incarnate
soft angelic whispers
lifted beyond this eternal realm
years of searching for my soul
who knew it could be found
on the other side of the glass
reflecting across my forever planet
reaching out to me as I was to it
the day I crave
I shatter the glass
stepping into my world

Inhaling the essence of oxygen
never once tainted by pollution
the taste of your breath on my skin
washing me in waves, eradicating all the pain
eroding the mountains of my own self hatred
*that would be the purest mixture of air

One day, will I wake up in tailpipe dust
craving venom blossoming on poison vines
the dam had ruptured
and then I bled out
an oxymoron
afraid to die
fantasies of death's decay
when out of place
like acid drops on a docile leaf
withered away, receding
the flower melted seeping to the center of the Earth
the world having ceased

I met an angel
the kind I thought only existed in illusions
a shadow, a silhouette created in my dreams
the angel spoke to me
seeing into my infected mind
not nearly as pure as his
and he adored me for it
the angel shining so bright with love
I wish never to see my angel cry tears
surely their weight alone would drag the Earth from its orbit
he knocked me off my feet
in a bright light and whirlwind of passion
I made love to my angel
all the while hoping this is not a deadly sin
if it were though
name me the devil incarnate
for I can never stop loving my angel