[July 6, 2016]

Flames of war burns within his eyes
As he watches his brothers and sisters die
Helpless and alone, without any strength
He cannot change his parents fate

The criminals **** and steal for selfish gain
Ignoring the child hiding behind his pain
Under the bed, he watches their feet
As they slaughter his family with deceit

He cries, breaking silence for his loss
As three walk away from broken laws
His home destroyed, his family dead
He ferments in sorrow, under the bed

As he lies face-down in his grief, the years pass
He is corrupted, tormented by the shattering of glass
The fire burning within his eyes begins to grow
Until a scheme of revenge and hatred unfold

Hidden in the shadows of darkness, he hunts
Until he finds the criminals he must confront
Another child, hiding behind his fear
Helpless to save those he holds dear

The criminals set the fire ablaze
Robbing and stealing in the craze
Until a forgotten man shatters through a broken door
The criminals staring eye to eye with the child they ignored

As he walks forward, the man stabs the first
As he cleans the blade, a teen quenches his thirst
Blood dripping from his hands, he nears the last
And the child finally conquers his past

The cycle of hatred has ended, the criminals put to flaming justice
From the fire and burning ashes, he walks into a world of numbness
A broken child stands beneath the raging inferno engulfing his future
And a man walks away from his past, hand in hand with someone precious

[July 19, 2016]

Shackled by the guilt of another
He stares at the blank wall, devoid of any color
Bleak walls of stone surround his entire being
Everyday he stands trial, taking another man’s beating

For in this world, they promise innocence before guilt
But instead, you are taken prisoner for a crime you didn’t commit
Guilt before innocence in a world surrounded by lies
Another rots in a prison, suffering a liar’s demise

Corruption and greed, faking innocence
The wealthy overpower the poor and innocent
Hands tainted, stained with the blood from their citizens
The government ignores its flaws, feigns ignorance

One by one, the guilty stand undefeated and tall
As yet another prisoner is laid to rest, staring at those walls
A banner of truth and justice, corrupted by greed
Taxes and money lay to waste in a land that was never free

He walks down a hallway of falsehood, filled with pain and regret
Thinking of the life he could have had, the time he could have spent
They open an iron door and lead him into an empty room with a chair
As he is sentenced to death, the guilty walk free without a care

[May 15, 2016]

The heartless wind blows
Upon this desolate land of snow
In his heart, he feels the frozen cold
In his mind, devastation has been foretold

In the barren landscape of rotting decay
Countless bodies are buried in gray
He has foreseen mankind led astray
Caught in their greed, now they must pay

Thundering storms tear apart this world of misery
Searing winds destroy all the world in it’s agony
In fiery explosions the world is coated in debris
And in the end, all is swallowed by the raging dead sea

In this wasteland, he stands upon the highest mountain
He watches the world below, as all is slowly forgotten
He stands alone, within his quiet isolation
Clouded in grief, all becomes lost in eternal damnation

Opening his enlightened eyes, he finds himself shaking
He stands there alone, and cries in all his frustration
Mankind has long been lost, fools who will never listen
Only now does he realize, this is only the beginning

All of mankind will wither away to nothing
Doomed, they will fade from what is coming
He has foreseen the end, it cannot be avoided
At long last, the world will be freed from poison

[December 12, 2016]

The frozen landscape molds around a haunting shadowed figure
It shapes with his emotion, not alive but a mere whisper
Echoing in the silence of the night, as snow gently falls
Reverberating off leafless trees gasping to a halt

The world becomes isolated beneath winter's frigid gaze
Colder than death, slower than time, all will decay
A barren field of icy trees surrounds his entire being
As an explosion of light bursts life into a world freezing

Everything begins to melt beneath the might of the sun
He stands as a beacon, reviving a world of none
Flowers ravish a forgotten landscape with newfound beauty
Animals breathe once more with an instinctual duty

As the years pass, he still stands within a sheltered glade
A forest of fulfillment envelops him, and the world he made
Forever a statue, watching his creation through the ages
And at his feet lies an open book with infinite pages

[July 15, 2016]

He lives within the tortured recesses of his soul
Inside the darkness, where no one can stroll
Dwelling within a faceless world divided by fear
He would know this pain, but can no longer feel

An emotionally dead silhouette divided from society
No words reach him, he is forever cloaked in anxiety
Suffering within his mind, an everlasting war of pain
Inside this meaningless world, his emotions are slain

Between the searing winds and the raging tide
Inside the agony of his shallow tortured mind
Locked in a battle between right and wrong
Inside his misery is where he belongs

His transparent eyes consumed by forgotten despair
In the depths of his pain, within his own nightmare
An endless plague, filled with rotting decay and the heartless
To fight against ignorance, torment and pain within silence

For he is a prisoner, shedding blank tears of compassion
For a real world, he fights to bring salvation
For this poisoned world, tonight he breaks his chains
All he desires, is to free the world from pain

[August 16, 2016]

Her tears fall like glistening rain
Shimmering in brilliance, mirroring her pain
Her suffering revealed with drops that stain
Depression is laid open, showers from her veins

 He stands behind her, watching her silent struggle
He sees the dripping blood, but ignores the puddle
She stands with a knife, ready to crumble
He doesn't move, he watches her stumble

 Alone in her life, she slowly cuts away
Hoping to heal, but the wounds remain
And behind her he stands far too late
He watches her cut, but thinks she's okay

 The wounds get deeper, her sorrow deepens
She keeps getting weaker from her demons
She hides behind a smile, behind broken feelings
Until her weeping turns into eternal dreaming 

She is gone, but a stain remains
Upon the floor lies her broken chains
Alone in the doorway he mirrors her pain
Blood drips again in this world of stains

[April 26, 2015]

Shrouded and quiet
He stands in silence
He searches for nothing
For he knows no one
Dark and cold, all alone
All he’s known, silent darkness
He doesn’t move, never lingers
Here he stands, in the silence

Like a statue of marble
Carved with beauty
He doesn’t crave, never wonders
How it feels to love another

He doesn’t think, he doesn’t eat
He doesn’t take or try to keep
He doesn’t steal, he doesn’t feel
Trapped inside, without pride
He never lives, never dies

A shadow paints itself among darkness
And the statue creaks in the silence
The stone cracks and trembles
As the figure of light draws near
Deep within he can hear

He hears a voice, he hears the birds
He hears the water, and how it roars
He hears the wind, he hears the storm
He breaks the silence and can’t take anymore

The silence his home, now destroyed
He opens his eyes and focuses his mind
He sees death for he is no longer blind
He looks upon the shadow and feels its design

As he moves, the statue crumbles
He reaches out and trembles
He feels fear and doesn’t know why
He cries out into the night sky

She moves into the light and gazes into his eyes
He moves towards her in his disguise
She sees through the mask and wonders
He sees her shadow and feels the thunder

The silence is broken, the statue has crumbled
The darkness is torn, the ground ripped asunder
Silent and frozen, dark and cold
Together they forge the land and mold
Their own perfect world, in the silence

[December 7, 2016]

He stands, trapped in frozen time with an absent mind
Lost within the infinite echoes of his own demise
His life a script, written by demons of twisted fate
A prisoner pinned beneath his own wretched hate

Swirling, chaotic darkness swallows his entire being
Wrapping him in a cloak of a forgotten meaning
Stabbing with daggers coated in drowning misery
Burning his dreams with an unrelenting agony

The shackles rip the skin from his decaying flesh
The blood drips from his wounds so tender and fresh
His heart bursts from the pain of an endless suffering
His soul being choked by his demons, suffocating

With eyes painted with the blood of his silence
He stands against his demons for hopeless penance
An unbreakable wall of guilt stands undefeated before him
An unstoppable army charges forward with power and sin

His spine snaps like a leafless twig in a storm
His pathetic body exposed in mangled form
He collapses within his own mind, defeated and broken
To the outside world he sheds a tear from merciless torture

Alone and bitter, he walks with false serenity
Disfigured, separated from a corrupt society
Never looking back, for death eagerly waits
For his demons to return the written fate

[July 10, 2016]

The battlefield lies in a barren ruin
Men who once lived, now but an illusion
A memory long forgotten, written in history
Their corpses forever etched with marks of misery

As time passes, the years forevermore
The battlefield remains a scar, broken and torn
The evidence of violence a hollow reminder
No matter the age, we are never wiser

The word is locked in a state of decay
An infinite cycle of hatred, lies and the betrayed
Men who’ve sworn their lives to the power of the insane
To fight against an enemy, led by the same charade

They **** and maim, flesh and bone
They stab and break, tear down stone
They ****** nonchalant, under a banner of lies
More families shattered, everlasting demise

The battlefield crimson, soaked with new blood
The bodies of the brave, tossed into the mud
A mountain of decay, forever it is endless
Never forgotten, for memories are deathless

[September 5, 2016]



He stares deep into the heart of a transparent mirror of hate
The almighty power of the ancients reflect his wretched fate
They project a morbid future, piled with the bodies he slayed
He is a horrific hero, bound to a world that has forever decayed

He disposes of all his malevolent weapons of agony and grief
He renounces his sword and title, enlightened with nature and belief
He preaches of peace and harmony to a world of malicious authority
His kingdom is invaded by a crusade of the heartless for superiority

For he cannot govern an everlasting kingdom with passion and devotion
Love is for the powerless, a Kingdom could never last with petty emotion
His enemies feed on his inability to rule with absolute dominance
They lay siege to his castles, eventually his kingdom falls to consequence

He walks over to a broken window, it can no longer reveal his reflection
His castle lies in ruin, ramparts shattered by poisonous aggression
He walks to the courtyard, retrieving an evil blade from a crumbled soldier
And faces his enemy, anticipating his arrival with an arrogant composure

In formation, a thousand strong stand before him as the ancients depicted
The oracle is never wrong, two sides collide with each other as predicted
He stands as a message, wishing for prosperity within a hopeless world
His dreams crumble, imperfect in design his nightmares are born with one word

His majestic banners lie tattered, the bodies burn in unforgiving mounds
The crusade marches home, trampling the forgotten dead into the ground
They were never buried, his lessons of tranquility were lost in conflict
For there will never be true unity, as long as men crave power and profit

Even though he had fought for serenity, righteousness and justice
The ignorant world sided with the lies of men who couldn't be trusted
For it is the government of man who decides the fate of his subjects
They fight for their corrupted kingdom, sent to war like disposable insects

[February 4, 2016]

Stone cold, he sits in silence
Long he waits, without a conscience
Like a statue, he resembles stone
All alone, he sits on his throne

In the darkness, he fights for truth
But there are others, who would steal his youth
Hidden in shadows, with intensity of fire
With cloaks and daggers, they build the pyre

They take his soul, and his wisdom
They take his heart, and his kingdom
They burn his house, and his children
They **** his family, and tear down his heaven

In the castle, there is naught but darkness
As all is laid to ruin, by the heartless
All he had known, is but a broken promise
As those he trusted, **** with madness

As the kingdom falls into civil war
She wonders what she was fighting for
A man hidden behind a cloak of sadness
Or a kingdom of lies for the hopeless

She finds him sitting, like a statue
Ever the same, words untrue
No words spoken, for she knew
His life was taken, in the coup

She finds her children, under sheets of red
They had been caught, within the bloodshed
The kingdom built, on all but lies
Led to it’s destruction, and demise

For he alone, sat upon the throne
Like a statue, he resembled stone
He was cold, had no heart
And he was the first to be torn apart

[July 11, 2016]

As he stands alone in the expanding dark
A sense of morbidity clings to his heart
He can feel it growing, threatening despair
This is how it ends, this is his cage of fear

In the nightmare he walks alone in forgotten silence
Only his gasping breath is heard within his blindness
On a path of sorrow and pain he slowly treads
Each step bringing him closer to that he dreads

Visions of death and lies linger in his scattered thoughts
He confronts his life, consumed in what he wrought
For he realizes within his nightmare, he is to blame
His very existence brought naught but everlasting shame

From the very beginning he was a mistake
He was never meant to exist, he was a fake
Now that lies are gone and cover is blown
He walks away from the life he has always known

He reaches the end of the path, only darkness awaits
He looks over his shoulder, and takes a leap of faith
Nobody tried to stop him, they couldn’t know, couldn’t hear
He belongs to his nightmare now, he gave in to his fear

[August 26, 2016]

Frozen inside an iron shell he hates
He lies frozen in time battling his fate
He cannot move, paralyzed he is awake
In a white room they watch him and wait
 
His family stare at him with sorrow and regret
They don't know he can see them watch and accept
The lab coats look at him with ever growing disgust
In hushed whispers, his accidental death they discuss
 
Within his broken mind he battles his growing fear
He fights an unseen enemy, holding him inside a sphere
A ball of thought holds him captive within a useless shell
As if his body were held in place by an evil spell
 
The lab coats group in the room with an evil scheme
They add something to the medicine, then leave him to dream
He lies silently, he awaits his inevitable death
But instead, the dead once more draw breath
 
He breaks the bindings, he tears out cords
He removes the wires, he runs like a corpse
He opens the door, the lab coats run and scream
He stabs them with a pen and slaughters the scene
 
With blood splattered against his clothes
He runs to the light, returning to the life he knows
He escapes his coma, reunites with his enemy
He collapses in front of his family, dying from ketamine

We live in a land of contempt
Where respect is exempt
Where a belief is held
That there is no reason to Rebel

Rebellious fools end up dead
As the voices whisper with dread
As they are silenced and fed
Lies and promises instead

Liars look on with broken ideals
As they look at others as inferior beings
As they stand so high and mighty
Renegades stand against society

Betrayal and deserters they stand for whats right
As they are pitted against their own in a fight
The liars stand behind their wall
Watching as their own people take the fall

Treasonous cowards, disloyal fiends
Dishonest fighters, faithless murderers
They are made into criminals bound for the gallows
Waging horrific war against their own brothers

Corruption hides within cruel asylum
Time passes, ignited sparks forgotten
Criminals spilled shame, abandoned honor
Against the liars of righteousness

On tattered parchment, words between stains
Written in a common language, crimson pain
Never confessed, the crime of oppression
Dying flame flickered, silencing defiance

[June 18, 2016]

The abyss within the sky burns with streams of lightning
The rain falls, soaked in blood, a shining crimson
The wind howls raging with the roaring thunder
One man stands alone, at its flaming center

Tears of misery stream down her broken face
A storm so beautiful, falling out of place
She wields steel, dripping and tainted
She has raw power, he has come to claim it

He stands within her violent wrath
Tornadoes tearing at him, into his past
She suffers before him, crying in agony
Tortured by his memories, by her own misery

She controls the storm with her emotions
He seeks destruction, pain and ruin
She stands before him, a goddess of nature
He stands a man, who fights for his desire

They clash, they shatter, they break
Their dance brings them together, blade to blade
Their steel reverberates with a sound of piercing light
Their fight breathes life into the dark of the night

Their battle is over, but it never ends
Their emotions clash, but never bends
A thousand years of crying, fighting, infinite misery
For she is the thunder and he is the lightning

[February 22, 2016]

Darkness envelops his mind
As rage drives him blind
He stands before all with visions of red
He sees no friend, only anger is fed

He lashes out, blinded by hatred
He murders, in the name of nothing sacred
Only his fury driving him forth
As he is consumed by his worth

With steel and iron he delivers death
Another life down, he puts to the test
He stabs, he rips, tears apart, it bleeds
As the blood of the innocent splatters on greed

Corrupted by hatred and anguish
He brings sorrow and does not distinguish
He slaughters the elderly, he hangs children
Like a serial killer with no motive or notion

Every time he kills, he feels more complete
He stands soaked in blood, ready to compete
Cheers of the crowd greet his name
Like taking a life is nothing but a game

Another opponent stands before him
A slave like him, trying to win
His opponent has no chance of victory
But the crowd demands fight for glory

Now they face each other, his anger against their fear
They are locked in combat, each second, a year
Then its over and his anger stands tall
His opponent decapitated, took the fall

With his debt paid, he regains his freedom
The blood of the innocent, his kingdom
He was a slave to anger, but survived execution
With visions of red, he walks into oblivion

[March 31, 2016]

Tonight, the world grows cold
Barren landscape molds
Infinite winter, without a soul
In the darkness tales are told

Desolate and broken
No words are spoken
Everything frozen in solid motion
We watch with no emotion

The moon rises with its infinite gaze
And reveals the world lost in haze
People scatter in a craze
As we reach the end of days

The sad moonlight shines down
And reveals the abandoned ghost town
Becoming more common as the night grows old
Everyone stares and watches evil unfold

Now days are gone and we’ve reached the end
Nobody fought back and the world is dead
Fallen apart we face the dread
Nothing is left, we cannot be fed

For tonight, the world grows cold
Tonight, we watched the nights grow old
Tonight, no tales will be told
And tomorrow, there will be nothing left to behold