I look at myself in the mirror
My reflection gazes at the ground
I lie in bed thinking I could feel her
But nothing in my hands is what I found

I walk down the sidewalk
The moving rhythm of my feet
How it does remind me of her walk
Every step each jab a price for me

The blade pierces my shallow skin
A price for what I had given
To the one whom I had put my love in
Who grasped and ripped it all away

I saw a sheep upon a hill
Reminds me of my house for sale
In which my summers past were spent
This sheep I saw, something to represent
An equinox of sorts to me
To tug my mind, memories, and things to be
They crashed and swelled into my head
These memories of farmland red
And those sheep who grazed every hill
Reminding of those summers and everything until

There is vastness in the middle of your mind
But the things we need we leave them far behind
It is an endless search until our search resigned

But when we find what we need our hunger is persistent
We may try to stop, but what we try to stop is consistent
So we give in, go again around it, despite resentment

We may not find what we need so our hunger grows
And our sanity sees this unlike what it shows
When our minds stop we will become for the crows

American Dream
She'll take you to paradise
Lies they are all lies

Your days grow longer
Are you tired of playing
Playing god that is

He once was a man who looked at the ground. A man who would never think to travel the world around. Just a week ago he looked up. Now I am the man that travels, a week from then I am in the world. But is this my final state, who's to know where we are in our final place. But until then I will look up, never looking back, for I am the world's and the world is mine.

Flesh feasters finds fish framed for food
Thrills for the gills that are dead in his feud
You enter my cavern swords clang, clash, corrupt
Death is my name and my answers are abrupt

My waning in this river of endless sorrow
Unknown are the fates of heroes from tomorrow
Though the bones of long dead dreams hide my hold
Though the endless rush is unceasingly bold

I smite these wanderers casting sickness and famine
This sorrow thickens among the ill fate fallen
My time will come and he, the one chosen will arrive
My will will fail and his sword will thrive