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.

Liars, addicts, killers and thieves. We all have something, something we need, reveling in the pain as you bleed, addictions planted in your head, planted a seed. Now you’re lying in bed, there's something you need, something to make that itch go, something to give you a show. Something to **** your mind into a slow. Sounds beating your head till you go.  Caught in a needle one that you’ve known. One that feels home, one that numbs those pains into stone. But those are unknown, it’s eating what’s on your mind and now it’s over blown, side effects shown, just one more time, no.

When my bones turn old
Stay on the phone so I’m not cold
Company will always warm my soul
Until my last day, when you put down the phone

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

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?

Blood seeps through the sheets
What a lovely night
I’ll sink through the thoughts and guide my soul to you
I’ve fallen for your trap, I’m a fool

Cast my life beyond your thoughts
Such a cold embrace for such a warm heart
I welcome myself to your bed at knell.

On a wonderful day
What of the sorrows that plague away?

Oh what a wonderful day
Even past my timeless grave

Such a wonderful day
For even a few hours Folie will leave when I say

How wonderful a day
I can’t wait smile until you look away

Why should I consider their feelings
I know they’re toxic so it’s fun to provoke them
I’m looking for them to fight anyway, I mean
What good is killing a snake if it doesn’t show its fangs?

The dull grass holds more then you might be thinking
The hills hide secrets and the cogs are spinning
A hidden a city under the ground
None of the brainless can hear it’s sound
Come see my grand imagination
Even death is seen as pretty
No wait it’s not twisted, stay with me
My world of thoughts are waiting and you hold the key
Beyond the gate, a golden city.

I’m pride and pesticide
Your cyanide
Cry out poison and reveal your black intents
When you cry them out till we hoist them when you lie of their sin
See me in the mirror
Spill your blood but not a tear
You keep in what you value

I am on fire
Seas need to drench me, dire
conspire against the sun and I'll try harder
consume my body in painless addiction, water

You have the wings of an angel
Burn them and throw away the halo
You're a sinner and a liar
No matter if you say so

I’ll wear my heart on my sleeves so when I sleep I can feel the weight of my soul but I don’t hear a beat
I hear a scream, it says
Let me spread my wings, set me free
Don’t hold me down, just let me seek
My brightest thoughts, my darkest hours
I didn’t live if I died a coward, but I’m buried alive
My flame will burn through my coffin and only get brighter
Till Im tired of this rock and go among the other lights
I’m a star you should look up at

I’m breaking hearts, It’s hardly me
Lust overwhelming my best intent
My repent doesn’t help me
Sinning doesn’t feel healthy
If there’s a easier way don’t tell me
I’ll pay with my heart, it’s the only fee.

Hostile fangs of a snake
Trusting would be a mistake
Knowing its heart’s fake
Defile my respect when it’s my trust you break
Show me wear to bare my scars
Endure the venom as I tread along leaving a trail so long it won’t lose me when I lose myself
So long.

Broken stars fade back to the shadows. Pitch black eyes gaze where the light set its grave in the valleys.
Waiting for its glow to reappear to revive the stars and keep the lone traveler from sleeping.
Nightmares plague the night and destroy our hopes.
Stars crusade the shadows and purge the unreasonable of the dreams.
Only for the shadows to appear again to keep the equilibrium.

Timeless trifles occupy my eyes as
I break down issues stuck inside my ill-mind.
But with this thought, it’s too dreadful to put aside
Hollow hope we do all yet fail at flying
and most deaths we leave their grave alone and crying
as they lose their legacy and all of their pointless trying
how could we just let their efforts fade as it beckons to be learnt for their mistakes and accomplishments
only for us to do everything they did but once again
Their gravestones get destroyed more and more every year as we neglect something we always claim to always fear
Yet we’re repetitions stuck in the past
and the future unwilling to remember
If history continues to repeat itself we will not last

Treading through snow
They’ll walk into territory they don’t know
Half the path is frozen over and they cant see down the road
The cement is cracked and dead, it’s wear was sold by the red soldiers abandoned to the ones in black
The angel's of death go along as if made of golden prosperity
Slower and slower they continue till the same road wears their cold bodies

You take out your own eyes and make them see why glory’s godless.
Acted in shadows to consume our lust, a mask meant to turn our eyes to water but only to destroy our faces, porcelain takes our mouths and twist smiles through gritted teeth and a spot light to shine out the pain. Crowds of smiles and through it all a frown that shakes the wearers to a reality. Cracks shall consume their faces as we watch life unravel its own lies and see why Glory’s Godless.

Gold can hold its weight but you can’t hold your own
Fools coin in your purse, I think I, found who cast the first stone
Ten years older and you still don’t live on your own

Bottomless cup but you never filled it
Take your emotions and, bottle up
I hope you, “bottoms up” till you lose feeling
Cheap whisky made you  warm up
Bet I got you thinkin as if it matters anymore, boy you’re sweatin’

Spilt your cup, I got you pouring
Most the time this sites annoying, buncha pent emotion placed aside like a toy, that barrel of feelings is pulsing
The slump ain’t the issue, just don’t stay it, correct your posture and keep pushing off the pavement, It’s time I dip, my toll is your time and thank you for the payment

I can't find the rest of the water in me
Lost searching for the inner meaning
Stuck in pointless thinking, sinking
Only halfway down than it hit me, reality
Only half a face and the rest a hollow disgrace
A mask I use to hide a trace
Of fear that might show cause if it's hidden no one will know
that I've lost my soul but this mask comes with a toll
Water

Simplicity’s a mistress I won’t sleep with
A fine line between quality and quantity can often be read in the lines of what a poet says
Though most people can’t get past two lines or achieve either
So call me jealous, I’ll call you shallow

I love this Ink written contridiction
But I hate my expression conviction
What if rhyming wasn’t the only way to express myself
What if I could truely find the truest peace
Within pieces of heaven and hell
It’s phesable but death’s ringing to choose a side
I’m sinning to god’s bell

Stuck in a hall
The mental fall
lights filled the air until I saw
depressive law
my friends in it's oppressive jaw
Can't just observe I need to stall
Got to find a way to save you all
gotta find a way to save the day before you're taken in a haze of raze
I will amaze, I panic, set myself ablaze even if I lose myself in this manic maze I'd rather die before I see your graves
I'll do anything to make sure I see your face
I'll do anything so you aren't viewed as a disgrace
I'll do anything for your meaning to be imbued in your depressive pace
I'd be singing but I'm mute
Angel sinning, bit Eden's fruit
Neither of us are winning but I care more for you
Two sides of a dissolving coin, that's half the story of the two.

Scar my mind
Afar from a savior but I still have time
I need to find other’s help, I can’t save myself from this crime
But the facade has lasted so long I can’t just convert the blind
They’ll think there’s a truth past it to find
But if I don’t find someone, there will be no time.

Torches, lighters, gasoline and fires.
Burn down the bridges and watch the flames get higher
Shut your mouth friend, that’s all from you I desire
The rest of our interactions  I only see as attire
Lonely the longer the conversation goes, you feel so distant
I just want want to remember how important you are
Remember our friendship

Skin peeling off
Apple core rotted in a crack den
Needles for stems and the seeds are much better off
One’s barely on the tree and the other already fell off
Bitter taste left on the grass but there’s still time to grow
Winter just ended and everyone’s waiting to be blown away

Light shining, the Sun is falling yet we still try to mimic its glow
Trying to outshine the Sun
Jealousy has only begun
Lunar’s lies making beliefs that death isn’t where we’re done
We’re the brightest thing to ever burn so we made false lights to mask our deaths, for we’re terrified of the shadows consuming our luminous eyes and dimming our hope.

When the stars fall
I’ll be with you
I’ll light the skies
If the moon dies and leaves you behind
Just come with me, I’ll be your eyes
Shall the sun not rise, I’ll light the world
Till my demise
The stars fall when you’re around. Joy fills my ears, their is no sound.
Trapped in your mind, leave me behind. No value now, for you to find. No pulse on me, there is no sign
You’re all alone, I’ve gone back home
Stuck with your troubles
You can’t stay calm, bring my lamp
And carry on.

A pure soul bares used fangs with blood dripping down their lips while they carry a soft smile knowing know one saw what they did
To that husk devoid of a soul with two holes left in their heart knows pain yet that wasn’t what left them for dead
That was left to knowing they didn’t die after the tragedy and that the rest only hold fury toward them just because the husk won’t pretend to have a heart left in their chest.

Godless black seas cast upon the Sun’s field
Of eyes that vainly crave the light
What good amid this line
Heaven forbid they see you cry
No one dares look to the sky

And as the rain covers this line
of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me
So sad our ocean graves are just beyond the sand
I ask myself the question why
We still wait for light

We’ve been standing here for so long
Of the empty and useless years of the rest
Forever reproaching myself, I hear a voice inside my head
Follow me instead
And I will break from our ranks

Escaping what we’ve made
Of cities fill’d with the foolish
Of the poor miles of land in front of us
And the wages of war will start
I will be in line against the clouds

At last we’ve won, in trade some die
And the powerful play goes on
With the rest me intertwine take me up
Seal the door
Death has received many souls, I am just one more.

There’s an empty illusion, my mind cloaked in utter confusion and I
Tear
Myself
Apart
Interrupting my own thoughts with unfinished conclusion. My minds losing, sanity spewing,
I’ll lose
myself
in trees
I wish I didn’t tell you what I’m doin’ but my mind grips desperation and it’s not you I plan on fooling

It feels the walls are falling
Under my roof I hide
From reality and the fallacy that I don’t feel alone even when I’m not the only one home
And where I’m grown doesn’t feel like home
It feels like I’m alone homeless and postpone from friends with this loneliness
My skeleton wasn’t built to endure this mental pain and my brain wasn’t built to hurt my friends
And it hurts beneath the skin when I bend the truth about if I’ll win for you
But the truth is I’m losing for no one and it’s been like this since day one.

Imagery on a dead canvas
Miraculously the paint comes off

Stenching the room with sorrows from
Ordeal of sadness and sorrows this doesn’t feel
Real a endless loop melting away
Reality with the pigment falling off the art
Younger then love but too dumb post depression

Mentally trapped in torture, you're stuck
Glowing blood, they're staring at you from the dark
In hallways and every way, judgement will follow like a shark
Burning down your confidence and weakening your heart
Breathing down your neck toward your neon scar
Breaking you down from however far
Making you ashamed for past regrets
Reminding you of luminescent mistakes
Caging you, you can't get away
Locked in a loop, they won't let you escape

Black silk veils the kings
Under prestige and pride they walk across  the broken lands of their people
Coated with bloodstained gold for crowns
And a soft echo wakes in every step they take, never truly waking the villagers nearby
As they walk past their burning kingdoms they hold their heads above all others
For that is the life of a king.

I’m stuck in the back seat
Headlights off this time
Driver going to through darker streets
No turning back now
Glowing eyes looking at me through the mirror
He stared and said
That by the end of the moon I will disappear
I will never see the sun again
But I can’t get out the car I’m locked in fear
I can’t see down the road it must be dark my friend
You’re driving me to the abyss
Where you had been
You’re driving us off a cliff
Where darkness will descend
I welcome myself back to my minds rift
Back to depression

Flow flow flow
Water the seeds and watch it grow
Flowers bloom in the forest full hope
Giving others love with so much to share
Even if such a beautiful thing withers there is more to bare
All with a story so sit down and listen
Doesn’t that seem fair.

Pigment falling off the canvas
A figment of my mask off
The illusions in the past
My true colors getting on
The paper I painted with
Gray hollowness and tainted with
Toxic insects.

Time’s frozen over the stopwatch.
Timeless memories of what’s over.
Too overwhelming, I can’t stand this.
Thoughts I stop when I think of better
Time’s
Value is held high to myself
But when I look in the jar of memories on my top shelf
I freeze.

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

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.