Built to destroy.
A master switch, ready to deploy.
To seek a fatal destruction.
Laying there lifeless, without any ****** function.
Where time meets fate at it's very last junction.
Those final words I said, still haven't begun to sunk in.
Steadily jacking and still funk junking.
I am living in this nightmare I'm still stuck in.
Please dont try to wake me.
All my friends like the fake me.
Some days I pray to God and ask why he doesn't take me, but that would only hurt my pride with no work spent, I am just lazy.
My head kept up.
I don't let all these critics phase me.
I just trade in their assets and let my homies blaze me.
Some people say I'm just straight crazy but I tell them, i just like to get down like the young Patrick swayze.

The children smile and the children giggle.
A true happiness that is made out of nature.
The love for thee, so strong to see.
Written in the eyes of the beloved.  
The lonely seed, full of lovely greed.
Had filled his heart with a dying heed.

Casted shadows upon the faces in the room.
Dim Lights flickering from the smoldering logs.
Smoke lurching from the broken panes of glass.
A thin blanket of smoke hangs in the still air.
Gathered thoughts spitting out like a newspaper press, weird and deranged ideas lighting up like a pinball machine.
A humorous smirk while the tension runs high.
A  conscious realm of telepathic visions.
Slicing through this blanket of smoke with an invisible knife.
Can you hear the cat meowing in the distance?  
It's left unseen in the wicked darkness.
The creatures of the night disappear at the rise of dawn, only to hide until The next blood moon spills again.

His name is mephistopheles.
A demon arch-devil spawning atrocities.
The 8th layered god , who controls all dark monopolies.
A Repo demon for waged souls.
Reaping out of what other people sow.
He never leans left, or chooses the right.
He Just Works for the devil, reaping its evil out of the night.

This life I live is on a timer, I ain't running a "five and dimer".
I can't afford to pay the cost of waste, when "it's time to go".
I am pegged "full throttle" because I can't live this slow.
The wisdom is to "know", that someday I will have to go.
My experience is to learn, from whats written of a spent mans words.

I run amok.
I am only happy when I am stuck.
Addicted to the struggle, just to fight the fight.
I turn out the lights just to feel the fright.
I chase these storms so I can look them in the eye, and curse the words " ******* ", right before I die.

I run, they chase.
Genetically modifying the master race. We are trapped, for it will always know your face.
Anytime and any place.
****** recognition in your private space. Never overlook a clue and never leave a  trace.
For they will charge you with a premeditated sentence.
Can we comprehend this as our fate, while others are being hurdled through these prison gates.
Everyone can run but we'll never be hidden.
This kind of knowledge is completely forbidden.
We are the enemy as ponds set in place. So I run, yet they chase.

In this darkened hour, a chill will **** a flower.
The clock stands still in freight, when  your standing in the darkest night.
Patiently waiting to make his move, the poisonous snake takes his bite.
Hungary shadows begin to lurk amongst its prey,
Until the fear has driven you to fray.

O.K corrals and swaying lunch tray doors.
Bucking shoots made with thick concrete floors.
Overrun cow pens like stacked cubical dens.
Government controlled farms filled with pen pal friends.

The wind blows and the leaves swish.
A shooting star, make a wish.
A fragrance fumes off of a blossomed flower.
Beauty exists in the darkest hours.
The chilli nights grow longer and the leaves begin to die.
Spring chickens are now ready to fly.
Winter is closing near.
I hear a homecoming cheer.
Light the wood stove and snuggle around.
Tell a bedtime story till the children are not a sound.

Who am I ?
Why do i try?
Some day's I feel hopeless, like I just wanna die.
This isn't my ending so I continue to keep on pretending until I can find my true self.
I am stuck in their shoes till I dig down deep for these clues.
I am Buried with pain, my mind is in a constant strain, but knowing myself is worth all of the gain.
I feel my destiny that requires the absolute best of me, but when will I truly know?
My time is ticking and I'm losing my glow.
I'm tired and the distress is starting to show.
Please give me some guidance and lead me to my fate.
Steady my mind and strengthen my state, because my heart rules every decision that I choose to make.
The holy grail contains his holy blood, that has bled for all of thee.
His blood is our blood that flows through both of you and me.

We thrive on hopes and dreams to fill our thirsty addiction.
I dream of fairytales and romance novel fiction.
Yet today is today while tomorrow is forever.
It's impossible to be impossible so never say never.
What I dream of tonight can be as real as tomorrow.
As long as I don't soak in my own pathetic sorrow.  
Temporary is the beginning of forever, and forever is the end of the start.
Lies will lead us to truth while the truth becomes just another statistic on a chart .  
Hope to live, and Live the dream I hope.

Feared by most and hated by jealous men.
He walks this world alone, casting a shadows sin.
His scars and weathered skin, explain the life he's lived and where he's been.
The miles on his cowboy boots and the frayed holes in his clothes.
Give away all his fears and everything he loathes.
Underneath all the patches and his faded indian ink, still stands an innocent boy not knowing what to think.