The climatic revolt of this human cage is slowly disposed of as the gates are slowly opened, with my eyes sewn shut and my heart numb a new vision of supremacy is achieved, do not doubt its substance for in this moment you are saved.

Dramatically inherited are our misconstrued ways of approaching the disguised, in this circle of completion our souls become abundantly closer to where they began and as all words come forth in silence we will no more find discomfort in the brushing of emotions, you have found the disposal of filth.

I rely on the gasp of your last breath.

I rely on the delight of knowing that we will once again reunite.

The unknown and willing have suddenly become swathe together, you I will see the fear striking at a moments notice, but do not turn and walk away for if this is your choice you will have to travel this darkened path alone, I will look down upon you as your tears of regret begin pounding the ground below.

Your feet, consumed by sores.

Your heart, consumed by suspicion.

Your soul, ushered into the flames, this is when I am needed most.

Forsaken are the ways of a coward, you have now begun your decent into your own self-loathing, the steps to freedom are but a change of heart away.

You are welcome to rejuvenate your compassion.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz

Turn the page, can you see that the pages have been erased, my shivering turns into screams, my heart pounds for instant gratification, I've found the lonely, I've found the love, instantaneously I fall to my knees.

Confrontation in front of my mere reflections, yes the faces are many, entertainment has rediscovered the hollow.

The weight of disorganization, I follow you as I catch a fading smile, don't turn to me wanting comfort, an execution of inheritance is long overdue.

Drifting into a flurry of cascading thoughts, my unsung influence is closely analyzed but you will be the one witnessing the unfortunate, establishing the quest is the ending to mistreatment.

Now back into the tunnel, a constant visual of the agony of my children, the purity of spirituality begins to cry.

Talent is not a description, the true pain of it all is feeling it all.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz

I've traveled for an eternity searching for the light that I have lost many years ago, stumbling and crawling within the escapees of darkness I've learned that the my essence of purity has always been close by but as my blindness of acceptance caresses me I find it difficult to maintain what was once my light.

I stand beside you and continually ask of you to answer me as I wonder how you are able to love through all your past turmoil.

Can you be so kind to offer up to me an explanation of my departing beauty, why do I feel so alone when I am surrounded by hearts that can still display their elegance of life, why do you turn away from me what have I done.

This is how I'll now become my secluded misfortune.

The emancipation of my bottled up wretchedness will soon prove to mankind that all I have ever been is the guide for all to enter the light but as of now I will patiently pace the floor of the world.

I am now a guest in your arms.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz

Time is winding down, all excuses are laughed at and as we try to stand and relieve ourselves from our faulty ways the whip once again is cracked, you created the hurting heart and yet you insist at unrealistically showing anger, now as you drown in your on mistakes it seems that change will always go unnoticed, you followed the false, I sit back and giggle at your misfortune, the pawn you are.

Show to me the blank page I seek, I must rewrite the past for I will always shed the blood of the innocent if I continue to lower my head in shame, how will time exist if I can only dwell on my negligence to conform to the beauty of love.

My eyes fill with the disappointment.

My heart beats uncontrollably with every action of pain.

My soul has become hidden as these moments are cast upon me.

Self-destruction is my own.

Will I ever emerge from this shallow shell of pity.

Don't come to me wanting me to fix your deceptions and hatred, I for once will stand back and let you fall, now as I extend my hand out to you know that the willing can be drawn back to the hollow if your heart remains locked away.

Watching you fail to recognize the purity shows to me that my purpose is coming to a close.

An infant spirit can be cunning but at the same time can also be controlled and manipulated quite easily if it is allowed to do so, the smell of fire is always evident that you are near me.

I shiver alone in the occupied darkness and announce to all that yes I am afraid.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz

The emotions that were created to please have taken a plunge into the misinformed vision, you have become drained as your actions have placed a negative perception on who you are and what you show, displacing the strategy of your intentions on the light somehow became dark after your selfish temptation started taking control, now the abandonment of love crushes the very dream you had wished for.

Within the time of this creation of false reality you have become blind to what is true, now all you can do is focus on the path in which you have traveled, with this hellish outcome in the open I have come crawling on my knees begging myself for an explanation of why I embraced the fool within, I have taken in the pain, yes the feeling is of being lost inside.

No one to turn to

No one to run to

No one to hold on to when times of penetrating caress form within you.

I despise these decisions.

The one of destruction took away from you, the one thing that would keep you wrapped up inside the arms of security.

Change has to come, indefinitely, this decision will overrule the wrong.

The torture makes no sense.

I lower my head in disbelief.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz