i seriously think
that by adding some effort
you can become
someone worth reasoning with

picking a fruit from the table
a poor man feasts
the theivery
the adrenaline feed him
the fruit just a sweet taste
of the heaven he will now not get
the purity of the apple
and the sugary flow of its juices
the man bathes
his belly swelling
the sweet sinful act


While this poor man eats
alone
Another girl
she cries alone.
Lies alone in a bed of roses
Both were beautiful once,
The roses bloomed
And the sweet girl laughed.
But all days grow dark
And smiles do fade
Until this girl
and all of us
Do cry and
lie
alone.

tick tock
goes the clock
seconds to minutes
hours to days
months to years
in time we sit
awaiting what is to come
wasting time with the lady
who runs us all
she abuses us
by threatining to **** us
slowly and menacingly
she creeps up on us
when we least expect it
and moves ever so slow
when we want her to pass through
untill the end we await
with lady time

There once was a time,
full of laughter and rhyme,
of so much dancing and singing,
until the ears were left ringing.
A time full of festive spirits & feasts,
but then there came the beasts.
They destroyed stability, harmony, and order,
and brought chaos, hate, and apocalypse.
They blew out the warm and beautiful light,
and assaulted the weak and innocent,
the angels tried to maintain peace,
and resisted with all their desperate might.
They tried to revert back to love,
believing in their deities from above,
but the outsiders; the strangers; the intruders didn't
let them, they obliterated them; it was a
massacre. Their blood graced the air with its dark
presence, it flew into the air in pained agony. It
scattered through the wind like frantic petals of
a dying rose. We loved it. It was such a pleasure.
We ***** them in any way possible; their minds,
their hearts, their souls, their beliefs, their hope,
their bodies. Everything. And we loved every
part of it. Every moment they screamed. Whether
it be physical, emotional or spiritual pain. We loved
it all. We loved it. You loved it. I loved it.

Once upon a time, holy souls roamed freely,
and we devoured them hungrily.

Because,

we're the monsters, the beasts, the demons,
the devils, the condemned, that God created.

Oh baby, let's burn
the night away,
let's light up the
sky with our burning
passion, that transcends
both understanding and
time themselves.

Oh baby, let's burn
brighter than any
star in the galaxy,
let our scathing love
scar life and history,
surpass the boundaries
of death and eternity.