Wake up to smell the ashes,
Step outside and die.
You can't see the gashes
I hide on the inside.

Paint on a smile and run,
Run with the hoards of sheep.
But even their collective sum
Won't put our minds to sleep.

We fake being happy,
We have to or we cry.
But we would accept death gladly,
To wake up and just, *die.

The only true reflections come from the mouths of those who love you.

No, I am not a Christian, rather
I am a child adopted and chosen
I am a friend, He is my buddy
I am a follower, humbly obeying the Leader
I am a disciple, carrying my cross daily
I am an heir of the heavenly kingdom
I am a steward of the gifts that he gave me
I am a servant, loyal and faithful
I am a princess, set apart and of royalty
I am a citizen in but not of this world
I am an ally, no longer an enemy
I am a soldier constantly in battle
I am a conqueror, for He has won the victory
I am a slave, not to sin but to righteousness
I am an ambassador, representing peace
I am a new creation, gone is the old
I am a handiwork, a grand masterpiece
I am a branch yielding much fruit
I am a temple, the Spirit lives in me
I am a light and salt to all the nations
I am His possession, bought with a price too heavy

In the midst of knowledge and lack of interest.
In the midst of the schizophrenic and the sane.
In the midst of a generations pulse and silence.
In the midst of rainbows and a shade of black.
In the midst of learning within walls and mistakes.
In the midst of a diamond cave and decay.
In the midst of recession and curiosity.
In the midst of ******* and beliefs.
In the midst of losing and meeting people, with in people.
In the midst of corruption and delicacy.
In the midst of holy metaphors and touches.
In the midst of scratched knees and ignorance.
In the midst where black smoke, meets clear blue skies.
In the midst of isolation and others thoughts.
In the midst of debris and empires.
In the midst of a womb and a crippled old man.
In the midst of what you saw, hear and everything to come.
In the midst of phases and judgment.
In the midst of an ultimatum and obligation.
In the midst of white sheets and brown eyes.
In the midst of fantasies and ceilings.
In the midst of sight and dreams.
In the midst of contact and illusions.
In the midst of classification and fractions.
In the midst of repetition and time.
In the midst of blame and arrogance.
In the midst of feelings and stones.
In the midst of a significant others warmth, and a stranded iceberg.
In the midst of emotions trapped under dry soil, and the season they bloom.
In the midst of walking with clothes, and sleeping naked.
In the midst of eternity and extinction of saliva.

I’m here waiting to pierce through your existence.

Drunk on nostalgia,
and longing for the past,
looking at who is still my friend,
and the ones gone too fast,
I miss them all,
but I dont want any of them here,
but then again my courage out weighs my fear,
and I see it all so beautifully clear,
what I would do to hear that smile,
or see that laugh,
feel that giggle,
and dance during math,
to have stories of yet to comes,
and what dreams we have with the future suns,
friends of guys and girls,
sending my world into swirls,
and dancing with the flame,
the band maybe different, but the music is still the same,
we all just have a new name,
that is a representation of the yesterdays,
and I miss the the future and past figuring's of today's faze,
nostalgia is weighing the other half of my couch down,
as it is my friend, my smile and my frown,
I'd push them all away,
if I didnt know they were here to stay,
so I might as well enjoy the ride,
because life is just a rock skipping on a pond,
thrown by a bad hand,
I'll keep saying it along with you,
the next skip is new,
but its the skip behind that I'll think aboot in the next few

I have a habit,
Of summoning the devil
When I speak of him.

Though this devil has no horns,
Her skin is white,
And she has claimed no sin.

Never been to hell,
Floating in her own heaven,
She is purity.

Why do I call her such names
When I know she's only herself;
"Perfection."

Oh what a happy life! And it can all end with a cut from this knife;
Slice up a skin decorated with tattoos of halos,stars and stripes.
Only to know that tonight will be the last, and we are fading fast;
To our final resting place we will be, to our grave returning to dust.

Oh what a demented mind! Trying to feel your pain like it was mine;
Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder which gets heavier overtime.
Just to pass and breeze through the day I swallowed the bitter pills of sorrow;
Then again live just to see the light of day fade my routine wasn't that hard to follow.

Tonight I must make a difference, put an end to this madness that I created;
Pray to a god who is deaf and blind too many times already that I felt rejected.
But does it really make any difference? If I let myself fall to this life ending decision;
With this blade so sharp and shiny, I will be glad to commence a perfect incision.

Layer by layer, flesh to bones! It cuts deep right through with no pain at all;
Just the sound of silence and dripping blood counting minutes before I fall.
Too late to save myself now I'm almost there! I can feel that cold embrace as death touches me;
So empty yet so free the feeling I have in this dark place of desolation, with nothing else to see.

No doors to open, no more air to breathe! Yet I am still me no changes just alone am I happy?;
What is this feeling of contentment that finally I found my place...No more holes finally..
That self righteous suicide that ends me to become me saved me yet somehow I felt unworthy;
Now in this place I must stay in the dark, alone and empty and not to suffer more for eternity.

Let's **** each other in the woods.
Like we said we would so long ago.

Let's drive stakes into each other's heart.
And watch red blood leak from the remnants.

Let's start a bonfire.
And sit together staring at the flame like we did that night in April.

Let's drive a convertible with the top down around the hills of California.
And ram into a diesel at top speed.

Let's both go to hell.
Cause I know we deserve it.