A fanatic devil in my bed
an acolyte to the color red

I cast my eyes upon the dirt you dragged in
I set my hands upon your horns

The tragedy shed in light is that you lived without sin
A face touched by god and a spirit that rivals hell
I take your crown off the bed post and wear your thorns

I promise to show you the mercy this world has denied you.
I promise the love that this world has showed so few

I get the text
I flash back
When you told me to quit smoking.
That every puff you caught over the phone upset you.
I remember how you told me someone close to you died because of it.

I remember that night
Picking up a bottle when you texted me.
What was once an enjoyable activity
Now became a hole to dig myself into.
You called
I couldn't find the strength to pick up my phone
I'm sorry so I picked up my pack.
As I flipped it open I thought about what you would say.
Should I be angry?
Sad?
Or should I be happy for you?

I lit the end.
If I was going to **** myself.
This is the way you'd want it
once again you text me.

You call me
What do I say?...

I break my bones against my will
I scratch the surface of my skin to find the man beneath
I burn holes in my character to find the source of my integrity
I find no man
nothing worth saving
just broken bones
A shattered will

I don't know what to say about the wires I twisted into shape
Or the barricades that stand ***** seven miles high in all directions
I wouldn't know what to do if you handed me the means to this end
Loneliness has no end
It is a means in which we search and prolong
It teaches us
That every light needs a source
Even the sun cannot stay bright forever
As our world spins closer to a darkness embedded in tomorrow
I will wake
I will smile at my lack of hope
Replacing it with courage

Bronze chains snap under heavy tension where the mind cant keep up.
Like atlas with too much on his mind
Let the world slip between your fingers
Wake up
Realize that your world is at terminal velocity
And as the moment it crashes into itself.
Let go
Relax
There are countless more

Take the moment now
nail my head to a post.
When my body rocks in its tattered remains it'll come to me.
When the bullets soak up my blood
blood, iron and lead are one my veins.
The ways my story comes to life
is from the flash from my barrel
from the flick of my fingers
from the tip of my hat
holster and saddle up.
Nail my head to the post
Just to see the spirit in the sky

Tendons slip and rip to the design of the glass
Your hand bleeds onto ivory countertop
Your head begins into the tunnel
Catching a grip on the mirror
The moment it goes numb
The moment my heart goes numb
Perplexed with why?
Fades to black