We sit here and I hear you.
I hear you and I feel you.
I feel you and I need to.
I need to and I see through.
I see through and I learn to.
I learn to and I give you.
I give you and I love to.
I love to and I knew you.
I knew you so I grew too.
I grew too and I lose you.
I lose you and I bruise you.
I bruise you and I make you.
I make you and I feel you.
I feel you and I hear you.
We sit here and I hear you no more.

As I sit here wondering what I've done to deserve
All the hatred and all the nerve
I have finally decided from somewhere deep
that action is required cause talk is cheap

You promise to give; You promise to stay
And the heat of my lust turns my mind to clay

That you mold and remodel
into something that needs
nothing more for life
than your *** and bottle

And slowly the fear bleeds away
And slowly the tears flee away
And slowly night turns to day
And slowly everythings okay

Until the milk dries up.
Until the giver gives up.
Until the lust burns up.
Now the clay churns up.

Suprised? Not really.
Destroyed? Not fully.

Angry? Like the hottest fire on the hottest sun.

Action. This man's hallmark.
I'm leaving. I would have told you, but talk is cheap.

The silent surrender of sacrifice

Can sever the soul's inner pride

Can quench the thirst for suicide

of a  secretly smoldering love inside

Can cure the sickening sound of sorrow

******* the life from today and tomorrow

Can show the side that sanctifies

and sweetens others' lonely lives

Can save the stricken who always hide

the last core of sanity deep inside

Can slowly but surely open the eyes

of fools and fakes who cauterize

and burn the good from all our lives

the sullen soldiers of sacred lies

who fight a war for no one's side

and wish for nothing otherwise

a slient surrender from sacrifice.

The walk is getting slow
The talk is getting low
The heart is losing flow
its getting harder to see the light at the end...

The trial is getting hard
The devil plays his card
his trump shatters the shard
of my heart in the light at the end...

BOOOOMMMM!!!!

DANGER!!! DANGER!!!!

The warning blares in my mind
A simple way to find
that im trudging in the opposite direction
of my long awaited
never anticipated
always given
salvation

So i turn around...

Blindness...
Warmth...
Love...

Ive been at the portal to the tunnel for so long
and i realize through revelation
that all the light in my past direction
was nothing but a distant reflection
Satan's sorry attempt at misdirection
and my sorrier attempt at self-navigation

I had lost my compass
I had forsaken the plan
I had lost my map
I had forsaken "I CAN"

Now I'm FREE.
I CAN BELIEVE.
I CAN SEE.
I CAN BE.
I CAN.

if i look into the eyes of this angel
will she know my name?

or will she turn away
because she knows my shame
and wonder why i even came?

If i touch the hand of this angel
will she feel my pain?

or will she turn away
because she can see the stain
on my heart and know just who's to blame?

if i kiss the lips of this angel
will she erase my hate

or will she turn away
and leave me to burn
inside my childish rage?

and if i ever see this angel
will she still be from heaven

or will she have turned away
and become what i made
the demon that i so crave

her smile
and her hands
and her joy
and her laughter
and her tears
and her grace
all left shattered
and her love
and her wings
and her halo
all gone

and if i leave this angel
will i leave a man?

or will she burn me where i stand
because she knows i am truly ******
and i need a to finally understand
that all i was and all i am
is doomed to never know the plan
in the mind of the great one, the I Am
just to wander on inside this sham?

this sham that is my exsistence; that is my life
that is the reason for so much strife
that cuts the innocent like a knife
that gives to others anger rife

and if i die in this angels arms
will she send me to my eternal death

or will she turn me away
from hells tormentous touch?
of this i truly pray

yet something tells me that all she is
is my souls desperate wish to stay away
from the judgement that will come one day
and she'll have nothing left for her to say
except you have gone too far astray
and now all of your yesterday
will make your tomorrow never after today