Divine beauty in the purest of form
It's bleached feathers grace the clouds, light reflects off the white as would snow
But the wielder of its flight is colder then you know
Sinner behind the pupils of the innocent show
Luminescent crimson eyes only getting brighter as it glows
Black seeps through the feathers when it will say so
The dye of seven bleeds sin pitcher than the moonless night
Evil Beauty in the purest form.

It’s freedom being more and more imbued in a shroud, a mist
Fog taking over it’s bodies controlling the strings that move its motives
It’s eyes lit with the passion of its controller
Its reactions to reality only getting slower and slower until it’s drained of self thought
The dreams ****** from the veins and built to preach their god’s gospel made by a man
The puppet is flushed of thought and color
The strings are cut and it falls to the ground with nothing to give to another
The fog moves away, off to its next victim.

Fill the void with music
Lost in sound I’ll lose it
Confuse love and abuse it
The fuse is lit and I’ve only got so much time to get through with it
To stop the mourning of my dead relations and get used to it
The feeling of condemned to loneliness
The loneliest lover stuck in their mind occupied by music and thoughts of divine
I’ve lost my chance to show myself as not a coward who’ll hide from my issues
Mixed pain and love, call it sublime to my ill mind

Roses and Thorns
In memories I’m torn
The romance felt so bliss until you thought it was worn
It was not forsworn
And while your passion would go with you
Only to leave mine left waiting wide open
Frozen over by winter
Stuck thinking of times better with you warming me with you as the summer
Now I’m stuck in cold weather my feelings toward you feel to last forever
I’ll never forget we were together but you cut our relationships pedals now I’m stuck thinking of you as we severe,
I’m waiting for the day I won’t miss you now or ever.

I have no right to be proud to be me
How dare you be willing to shout
I shouldn’t be ashamed of myself

I’m useless even to the weak
And you’ll lie saying
I’m creative even when I’m weak

I’m right to believe
In the prospect that I’m useless
You’re wrong

Walking through his corridors
Lechery is on brink
He’s cheating on the misses with a ***** doesn’t care to think
Pleasure is addicting to the lustful sinning
Yet they’ll normalize heartless harlotry

Lost in confusion
I know I’m not safe and I don’t use illusion
Lie to myself but no ones getting fooled then
I’ll try again before I start shattering
The glass is
Falling
Off
The
Mirror
I’m glad it’s happening
Cause hate who I see in the reflection
I’m regretting even
Tearing
Down
The
Walls
That I’ve been set in
I’m upset again
Do I look fret my friend?