[May 22, 2016]

There are clouds forming, dark and blue
They are hiding power, something new
Inside the swirling chaos and hate
There is thunder, there is fate

The ocean roars, it swells and rolls
It swallows the hate, and devours souls
Whirlpools whip, they lash and tear
Cyclones ravage without a care

In all this madness, on the open sea
One man stands, devoted and free
On the water of hatred and shadow
He searches for an end to the sorrow

The forces of nature are unforgiving
They try to destroy all that is living
The sea is judgment and salvation
To those who can face their fears and damnation

In the center of the storm it is calm
On his battered ship, he raises his palm
He calls out, with his voice and mind
He controls the storm, and forces it to unwind

The storm falls apart without a word
His work done, he fades into a blur
The sun shines on the sparkling water
And he disappears, forever after

He was never known, but the people wonder
Will he return, if it should ever thunder
He was a miracle, selfless and kind
He saved them, from the ravages of time

[April 4, 2015]

Sands of time fall
In the glass, one by one
Each grain so small
Under the setting sun, it has begun

Even though it just begun
The end lingers near
When the glass is empty and done
All your worst fears will be here

Your fate will soon be realized
As the sands fall to bottom
As you lose your disguise
You too will have fallen

You have fallen, into a pit of fear
Never again to see the light
Dark and shrouded, so unclear
You get ready for a fight

Your opponent mysterious
Eyes blood red, cold
Eerie and fearless
They look deep within your soul

They know who you are
They pass judgment on your sins
You can’t hide from them
They look at you, and grin

Charging forward, they lash out
Striking away your ignorance
They hack away at your doubts
And find reason for your existence

Stripping away your sins, you are naked
And as the final grain falls, the world can see
Time could not be forsaken
For now you have been set free

You are free at last, in a cruel world of hate
Time never stands still, never wait
In this place, you are always late
Too long, too much time you waste
Here you stand, in the sands of fate

[January 12, 2017]

An invisible girl walks slowly down a solemn path at midnight
The sapphire rain shimmering in the moon's delicate dim light
The moisture clinging to the air with a grasp colder than death
Shadows of twisted trees looming over her gasping for breath

Her thin raven hair twirls with her head as she turns
A mighty gust of air swirls towards her like a storm
Vines laced with corrupted thorns slice apart her attire
Branches of spite force her into the mud with evil desire

Exposed to the lust of the damp air beneath a waning moon
Her clothing lying in ****** tatters next to her open wounds
The roots of malevolent silhouettes pin her to the wet ground
Using her until she is an empty husk to be eventually found

The wicked shadows of a sleepless night slowly creep away
The sun sheds light on a secret fight lying naked like clay
Solidifying in place, like a statue forgotten, ravaged by time
She cries with the sapphire rain, beneath the branches of a lonely pine

[September 20, 2016]


The world lies beneath the desolate scorching sun
Within this barren wasteland, beneath the eyes of one
The tyrant watches, saving the lives of none
He watches them burn, beneath his evil thumb
 
Burning into ashes under solemn authority
They are slaves, being sold like property
They weep and beg for freedom and equality
But their lives are forfeit in this land of liberty
 
Living his life, his last name is a lie
He grew up in slavery, beneath the flaming sky
At a helpless age, he was bought by a rich family of five
They worked him like a slave, he always wondered why
 
When he comes of age, he's finally free from oppression
He receives some papers, furthering the deception
The sun's rays shine a light upon a few words
He is adopted, his parents transparent in his world
 
He asks the corrupted tyrant but his broken laws forbid
He has no real rights, because his parents didn't want a kid
He will never know his real name, his whole life a charade
He stands broken beneath the scorching sun, with no name

[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

[April 8, 2016]

I see the darkness, in your eyes
Like a shadow, you’re in disguise
In your mind, you see me cry
In your hands, you bring demise

In my mind, you are the truth
My own heart, I cannot soothe
I’m not here, with something to prove
I’m just here to heal my bruise

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
You bring me pain, through all the years
I leave your stain, at the pier

You see the clouds, in my eyes
You make me wish, that I could die
Like a drought, my tears are dry
And all is gone, like the tide

The emptiness you left inside
Boils in the heat, beneath your eyes
The hatred, in which you reside
Cyanide will be your ride

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
I watch you bleed, beneath the stairs
I bury you without a care

By cyanide, in my mind
By drowning, undefined
By cutting, in a bind
You are dead in my eyes

In my mind, you were the truth
Now you’re buried, beneath a booth
I wasn’t here, with something to prove
But now you’re dead, with no proof

[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

[May 23, 2016]

He stands upon the ****** field
As crimson drips from his stained steel
The world is shadowed, dark and sealed
Inside this nightmare of death and fear

As he walks down the path of misery
His eyes bleed with tears of agony
One by one, his beaten brothers fall
He watches them die, for a broken cause

A tint of red gleams off brightened steel
Even in the darkness, it looks unreal
He picks up another sword and stands tall
Putting fate to the test, he charges the wall

He charges alone, destiny his challenge
Nobody to save him, all is hanging in the balance
Should he fall, there will be no one left
To stand against tyrants who bring inevitable death

Men fall before him in shattered pieces
They start to fear the man who calls out freedom
They shiver and shake, they start to tremble
Until all the men, lay down their weapons

On their knees they bow before him
But he keeps on walking without sin
Separating his life from his skin
Now his true freedom can begin

[December 21, 2010]

Thunder roars in the distance
His sense of loneliness deepens
He wishes he could feel emotion
But Animal knows only instinct
He senses the approaching storm
And with it, the wrath of God
The animal tries to escape from his fury
But instead
Is consumed in his own living hell
 
The Animal cannot stop
The rampage
It tries to survive
But cannot
It wants to end its hunger
But cannot catch its prey
It tries for love
But feels none
 
The clouds start to swell
With the sorrow of a thousand tears
She cries
She feels the mist in her heart
The ground at her feet
Her beauty is unmatched
But it will not save her
She turns around
And sees the storm coming
She knows she cannot escape her destiny
For she is destiny’s child
 
The clouds roll over her
They embrace her
Consume her
From the darkness of the storm
The animal appears before her
And like the sun in all its fiery fury
He pulls her into the storm
Hoping to end the hunger
That consumes him
  
Into the darkness they go
Forevermore
They sink lower and lower
Forevermore
To the darkest region of the abyss
Forevermore
Into the heart of the storm
Forevermore
Their fates collide
Nevermore
 
The animal consumes her in his wrath
Sorrow meets with anger
She becomes part of the creature
Neither living, nor dying
The animal knows by instinct
The storm is almost over
He knows and embraces it
 
Lightning flares in the sky
As the Animal begins to die
A new life is created in the heavens
Dampening the wrath of God
The Animal senses his own destruction
And finally starts to feel her emotion
Her sorrow and his anger fuse
 
The beast beats upon the storm
Backing anger into a corner
The Animal beats upon the storm
And starts to fade
The creature beats upon the storm
And the clouds shatter into rain
The boy and her soul within beat upon
The last remaining tendrils of the storm
And reveal to the world
A light brighter than the fury of
“The Animal”

[August 30, 2016]
[Viewer discretion is advised.]

He carves her body with his blood-stained Knife
He laughs as she bleeds, as he takes her life
He chops the meat up, wraps it by the slice
Puts it in the freezer, buried in the ice
 
They wonder where she went, she's still missing on the news
But she's dead, they're searching for evidence being consumed
The meat so tender, he wears her scent like a perfume
While he devours her, the police cancel their pursuit
 
He finds another victim, walking alone at night
He creeps up behind her, She doesn't put up a fight
She awakes in a basement, blood visible in the dim light
Crimson trickles from a table, wrapped meat stacked tight
 
The butcher walks slowly down his dusty stairs
She pulls at her chains, after seeing his apron and wares
He grabs his blood-stained knife and walks towards her
He stabs her in the chest, and starts cutting without a word
 
She screams and fights, but loses too much blood
She dies with a look of horror on her face, her head drops with a thud
He carves the meat after having his delicious fun
Alone in his basement, he eats with the rising sun

[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

[June 8, 2016]

The rain falls from clouds of misery
Painting the world in mists of agony
Creating oceans of darkening decay
The world is lost under skies of fate

Slowly the world drowns in it’s fears
As each day passes, so do the years
Holding corpses of the ones they held dear
In shades of gray, they shed their crimson tears

The plague spreads with fires of torment
One by one, more fall to regret
Too many to bury, they cremate and neglect
The depression builds, it snaps, pain becomes too immense

They charge at its heart, severing arteries
They break it's walls, shattering its memories
Stabbing and tearing, they **** treachery
As everything crumbles, so do the centuries

Now all is quiet, the world laid to waste
So it can all be rebuilt, in a land of peace
Men, women and children, all has been torn and broken
To break them away, to show what couldn't be spoken

Hand in hand, they walk from a war of regret
A world so cold and empty, all must be rebuilt
For they couldn't take anymore of this pain and neglect
All had to perish, to free the lives of the oppressed

[September 9, 2016]
[Viewer Discretion Advised]


Shimmering rays of light shine into a room hidden in t­he darkness
Sweat glistening like crystals off an invisible form ­hiding within silence
A crimson puddle sparkles beautifully benea­th the broken tortured
figure
The iron reverberates from shackles­ of a brilliant metallic silver

Within the tortured silence the ­distinct sound of dripping can be heard
The crimson trickles over­ cold stone, reflecting infinite hurt
His breathing mirrors his m­emories filled with a forgotten pain
The unbearable agony he conf­esses confines him more than his
restraints

His consciousness fl­ares as a hollow silhouette enters the disturbing
room
The spark ­blinds his exposed eyes as electricity illuminates the sinister
t­omb
Laid upon a blood-stained table lies tortured tools of meanin­gless
torment
He closes his eyes, preparing to face his inevitabl­e death with false
content

The serial killer walks towards the b­roken figure slumped against the
basement wall
He grabs a metal s­calpel from the aluminum table, before approaching his favorite d­oll
He rips the torn shirt from the victim's torso, exposing his ­muscular,
tender flesh
He drives the scalpel into the abdomen of ­the
tortured soul, hot blood runs fresh

His tightened muscles convulse in response to the aff­licted anguish
Growling in an act of mighty defiance, he strains ­against his own
languish
His mutilated skin shreds, blood explode­s from his mangled wrists
In a snap, his bindings shatter in a in­comprehensible mass of lacerated fists

His splintered lineage dr­ips into a useless heap upon the frozen floor
He limps towards th­e executioner, blinded by rage, his wounds he
ignores
The murdere­r laughs menacingly beneath his obscure concealed mask
Grabbing a­ sledgehammer, the killer breaks the survivor's knee with a
reson­ating crack

Laying his prey upon the blood-stained table, the to­rmentor begins to
operate
He whistles eerily in the empty stone r­oom as his cutting begins to 
mutilate
The suffering hostage watc­hes as his blood splatters against the crooked surgeon
He fades i­n and out of consciousness as the ruthless criminal begins anothe­r insertion

The evil tools render through the slave, blood burst­ing from veins as he slowly chops
Arteries are laced open, blood ­spraying into the air like fountains 
running non-stop
The meat i­s minced, the gore squirts across the forgotten room with a 
new-­found energy
The bones are sliced, the marrow is scraped out with­ a metal pick ever
 so cleverly

Heart still beating, organs inta­ct, the surgeon cauterizes the open 
bleeding
He grabs a hammer a­nd chisel, and drives it into the spine, the slave is beaten
Spin­e fractured, paralyzation imminent, the butcher begins his final ­
progression
He tears open slave's abdomen with his bare hands an­d pulls out his 
intestines

The hot blood turns cold, the tortur­ed reaches his inevitable demise
With chains and hooks, he hangs ­the broken body like laundry to dry
He cleans the room, the blood­-stained table is the only evidence that 
remains
Inside the secr­et slaughterhouse that contains human meat for the 
sadistic insa­ne

[April 16, 2016]

The frozen landscape barren
Alone and desolate, he is transparent
Through the decades of decaying time
He has never felt truly alive

The winter’s cold, bites and chews
It turns his soul to ice with words untrue
Even though he is calm within a storm of hate
He cannot turn away from his fate

In the darkness of his demented mind
He pictures the corpses of mankind
So tired of being turned away
He becomes more distant, to this world of gray

In his sleep, he is tormented by dreams of love
Just to wake up to a life of none
Being stabbed by a knife in transparent form
He changes, he breaks, he begins to transform

When at last he opens his eyes
Nothing was as desolate as his mind
Surrounded by hundreds who lie and ignore
Fate had found him in the storm

Still trapped within his nightmare, he fights
He kills without discretion, with no sight
No one can escape the destruction of his might
For he is a winter storm, white in the night

The storm grows larger now, he has been consumed
He is lost to the world now, he is doomed
Many try to save him, but with no avail
They try to **** him, but cannot prevail

For he is no longer a person of reason and logic
He is a force of nature, insane and psychotic
For he is anger and sorrow incarnate
Transparent to the world, he became hate

[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

[August 18, 2016]

She quietly walks down a broken path of fear
Nothing but the rustle of leaves in her ears
Her steps echo forever down twisted trees so near
The branches silently reach towards her from the rear
 
A blood mist settles in, blinding her way
The evil branches close in, forcing her to stay
The path becomes a forgotten memory, a labyrinth of fate
Gnarled like the trees, her screams trapped beneath her weight
 
Pinned to the frozen ground, the blood begins to pool
Torn and broken from the sinister trees so cruel
Her clothing ripped, she is exposed like a tool
Her tears fall as she screams and fights the ghoul
 
She is a victim to man, flesh man's disease
Many rush towards her broken figure with unease
They run past the criminal, hiding within the trees
To witness the blood that had trickled to her knees
 
She wasn't the first, she cannot be the last
For it will happen in the future, just like in the past
There will always be another victim, another to be gashed
For they will always exist, silently stabbing in the back

[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

[April 16, 2017]

Crowded streets consume hopeless dreams
Corrupted gold steals, rivers become streams
Worthless beings banished, broken by fiends
Promises laced open, arteries bleed free

Hearts pumping ink, poison-stained anguish
Quills drip onto paper, all traces vanish
Thoughts slowly disappear, a distorted canvas
Twisted madness transformed deformed misshapen sadness

Harassed cruelly, misguided torment annihilates the mind
Contained within an asylum, shackled vastness confined
Shattered emptiness swallows fear, insanity driven blind
Decay crumbles away, chains reverberate shallow decline

Deteriorating steel rusts, frozen grains resume counting time
Radioactive bars disintegrate, evaporating their sickening crime
Eroding cells collapse, withering bitter resentment forgetting lies
Fools rupture silent dread, fracturing emotional fabricated demise

Flood gates burst aside, exposing rotten corpses buried alive
Burial mounds subside, testifying denied truth deprived
Sacrifices revived, divided liars welcome falsified alibi
Until tools are in pieces, embracing awaited suicide