Good ending
To a bad week
Break from defending,
I feel tired and weak.

Armor to repair,
Blades to sharpen.
Wash the gore from our hair,
To sweet drink and music we hearken.

Weary bones,
Time to rest.
The battle zones,
Now wear our crest.

Hug your children,
Make love to your wives.
Against the odds of a million,
We survive.

Carpe Diem

My breaking point;
You've discovered it.
My mind sounds like falling coins
Like a mirror it cracks and chips.

Your crimson lips
Once spoke to my heart,
But like an eclipse,
These two eventually part.

I begged you,
But I can never tell you this.
It's true,
I'll always long for your kiss.

I'm nothing,
A soldier with no cause.
Isn't that something?
The way my soul falls.

Carpe..... Not today.....

I've had a certain amount of misery
       Locked away
            Deep inside of me
Well, here's the key....  
     I'm throwing it down the drain,
                     Watch it disappear,
Float away with the rain.
No one will ever again reach the core of me,
        It's locked away tight.
Some ghosts may flicker late at night
        But in the light of day,
I'll never again believe a word you say.
           I should have known
Deep somewhere I knew...
         All the things you said, they were never true.
Never true.
    I wish I'd never met you...
        As for the pain you caused me?
                       I'm through.
Good luck finding the key,
       *I'm done with misery.

Some Kind of Girl.

I need a girl who likes to play hard.
A girl who bumps korn in the graveyard.
I need a girl with scars matching mine.
a girl with a little darkness on her mind.
I need a girl who isn't scarred of death,
A girl who cherishes every breath.
I need a girl with an infatuation of blood,
A girl like this I'll truly love.
I need a girl with a forgotten past,
A girl to make each moment my last.
I need a girl with the world in her heart,
A girl with the mind to tear it apart.
I need a girl with eyes of a blazing torch,
A girl rolling joints on the porch.
I need a girl with a broken soul,

So the pieces of mine can make her whole.

Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

****** mess
Red white dress.
Heaving breast
Bleeding chest.

Red on white...
A color so beautiful..
To make things right.
Makes us feel so Dutiful.

Grab a Knife
And a pen.
Use the ink of life
In the end.

Flash like a bolt.
Run while you can.
Poetic cult.
Now you understand.

The Blade of Micheal, the angel of old and bringer of God's wrath. Has passed his weapon on to me, and set me on my path. The blade sings of the truth and what had once use to be. Now it thirsts for evil's blood and the souls to be set free. It feels perfect in my hand as it continues to shine bright. Given me the strength I need to win this hellish fight.



As I grip the handle
Of the red sword.
it illuminated like a candle,
Reflcting light like a Ward.

It filled me with new strength,
As I feel God's gift.
Looked the imps on the face,
As the edge was lifted.



Demon eyes blazed bright, as I raised the sword in my hand. I howled at the top of my lungs and took my final stand.
I stood in a sea of many, embraced by God's grace. Time to get it right and earn my rightful place.



I swung down,
With all my might.
Chopped his crown
With a single smite.

By hundreds they attacked,
And by many they fell.
Until the legions blood, pitch black,
Painted the floor of hell.

Church bells ring,
One gray rainy day.
Congregation began to sing,
Not I,
Hit by a car on the way.

Sirens and yells,
a numb jolt on my chest.
My vision failed,
As I exhaled my last breath..


I am no longer tethered to my mortal shell as I am swiftly taken into the depths of hell. All around flame burnt walls rose, and the sky was blackened by wings of crows.



Flames at my feet tickled and lashed,
Billions screamed, withered, and churned.
Demons simply pointed and laughed.
For some reason my naked skin wouldn't burn.

I coughed once then twice,
Choking on something freeing itself from my throat.
I fell to my knees and cried,
As a sword flew from it's fleshy abode.

There's just too much on my mind
And it's hard to define these emotions
The explosions of neurotic brain waves
Feeling dazed, losing touch with reality
I'm finally losing every ounce of sanity
It's blasphemy to think I'm alright
Cause at night, there's ghosts in my dreams
And it seems they'll never stop haunting me
Reality? That's officially become a blur
Stirring up demons from my past
At last I can say I found a way out
But I have doubts if it could actually save me
This destiny I found with the barrel of a gun
Hell, it hasn't been fun, completely out of touch
There's not much left on my mind
As the bullet finds a home between my eyes

Can't live without him
              
               more

    than I can't with him

Staring through the cracks in this glass
           I ask myself why?
Why did I put myself
           through this pain?
Why do I act weak, when I know I'm strong?
             All along I've been hiding my face,
      Behind glasses and shadows,
But the cracks are getting wider
                 and the sun's going down
          The truth about who I am,
It's about to be found....  
       I can't commit to these crimes any more
All the lies and deceptions I was okay with before...
I'm putting myself out there,  
        Even if I fall face first
To the floor...
I'm gonna punch through this glass
           with my reflection so perfectly shattered
I'm no longer battered and bitter
       I'm gonna stare straight through that mirror
        Take off these glasses and look into my own eyes
I'm done with the disguise,  the lies,
         the shouts and screams
MY DREAMS!
          My dreams are what matter now,  
          Not yours, or theres, or hers
I'm finally putting myself first
        No more glasses or shadows to hide behind
          I'm gonna find me,  
And I'm actually gonna look at myself this time...