Chest feeling heavy and overburdened,
Mind foggy uncertain as to whom I am,
Thinking of ways to be me,
But then stumbles upon the thought,
Who am I?

Blood drips down my eyes the closer I look in the abyss,
Fear rips into my mind the deeper I go in,
Terror awaits me as I struggle through the mist,
Never knowing if I can continue on as myself,
What am I?

Death is what I dream while sorrow is what I feel,
Madness is how I think and regret is my burden,
Struggling to be free from pain,
Emptiness may be the only thing to gain,
How am I?

Imagine if your soul was trapped,
You couldn't see or hear a sound,
But you could feel as if you have drowned,
The next thing you know you're whole being is writhing in agony,
As if to pour salt on an open wound,
As a needle would pierce your pupil,
A dagger ****** into your heart,
Your legs crushed into powder,
Arms torn apart as though were by wire,
Could I?

Thrown into this hell,
Where I shall dwell never able to see into me,
Falling down as if there were no end,
Hiding from which it began,
Am I?

This is a plea,
So now as it should be,
I go alone through this agony,
I can't ask for help you see,
Because if I did who would I be?

Those coursing within my own design,
Never fearing when I mention the dimension,
Blood coursing throughout my mind,
Eating to survive on the little provisions.

Enter into the fray,
Holding near my heart as we herald,
Those who provide the weak through prayer,
I seen the foes who've periled.

My true mind not for those who seek guidance,
Nor is it for those who need love,
For it is full of dark subsidence,
Reaching as I put on this glove,
Hating all within me,
Slain by those under my decree,
Blood dripping down my spine,
Blade now dull never again to be divine.

All I see is red,
As I have been awakened,
Darkness sleeps with me in my own bed,
Drowning in my head in the end.

The monster that lies deep,
Demons talking as I sleep,
Doomed I shall be,
Blackened my heart is you see,
For all who have tried to save me,
Save me from the monsters,
From the demons,
From myself,
For all this time you been trapped,
Just as I am locked deep down,
Holding on struggling not to be strapped,
But now all I do is frown.

Because now is too late for me,
I have lost that which I held dear to me,
For now I see,
This whole time my mind,
Is nothing but madness.

As I stared into your eyes
Seeing all that is within your soul
Feeling all the blue and red that resonates in you
I fell in love in that moment and asked "would you love me"?

Four Months,
These months were the best in my life
Laughing dancing caring holding
Looking into your eyes in the sunlight
Mesmerized by the beauty I see in this moonlight
The blue in your eyes glistening
Your face reflecting off the waters
Thinking this is true love I showed you my heart!

Then you showed me that you never cared
Crushing my soul that I thought was here
Loving what apparently was never there
Bleeding through my heart
Crying out as my mind had left
Now laying on the floor as I drifted away.

Never will I be the same
Never leaving as I came
The light now dimmed
Darkness now enshrouded

Never was I loved
Like the way That I had Loved you.

Through the mind we can conceive,
Through our hearts we try to be relieved,
Blood pumping heart pounding,
Mind numbing head aching.

To envision oneself in a glance,
To be remembered by mastering a stance,
A stance to show your hard work,
Never wanting to be a ****,
Always smiling and showing the world your feelings,
But in the end they think that your deceiving.

You gave them your heart,
Showed them you had art,
But never have they known,
How you have been so alone.

Trying to be a better man,
Not becoming those who can be themselves with no fear,
Struggling to reveal that your heart is near,
Near to those you love,
But now fly off like the dove.

Love to those you care to protect,
Lose those that you couldn't prevent.

When the White Flowers bloom,
When your friend is feeling down,
But you don't want them to gloom,
Trying to not make them frown.

You express to them how you understand,
But never know what to say,
You thought of things to say as planned,
And all you want is to pray.

Pray that they feel better,
That they can never be in gloom,
But never frown to stand proud,
So that the White Flower may bloom.

Every time we attempt to express our feelings.
The feelings overwhelm our body.
As it overwhelms us the heat starts to build up within.
Heat waves coursing through my body, mind, and soul.
As thy muscle tense up, vains pumping, blood boiling.
Bones quaking, teeth grinding, all for the way.
The way we feel in our soul to those dear.
Those of us who only wish to be near.
Closer to the one whom we charrish, with whom we love.

But there's a few moments when this is too strong.
So strong we can't even speak not words but sounds.
We try to talk yet no one ever can understand.
Why is it that no one can understand the way we feel.
Though we try and try to no itinerary of where to be.
We seek a place to be able to articulate our love freely.

All we need is the soul's heart within us to simply say.
"I love you and all that is you".
The Soul's Heart!

Lost in despair, Found on faith.
These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning.
Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself.
Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it.

Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love.
Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome.
Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax.
Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened.

Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful.
Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love.
Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ******,
For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way.

To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened.
Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity,
Doing something is to change that which you became.
Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic.

The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly,
Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human.
Which path would you choose if you become forsakened?
Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness?

My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice.
Too many barricades, Too many losses.
Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision.
The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path.

Monster Forsaken or Human?

Take the hammer and strike the metal,
Take a person and strike their heart,
Smelt the metal down into steel,
Smelt a person so they understand how you feel.

The way you craft the metal is your own,
The way you craft a mind is unknown,
When finished thy blade be done,
When finished thy life has begun.

Once crafted no longer be metal,
Once crafted a life be gentle,
Now that you got a blade,
Now that you have purpose,
Choose a path or live in a furnace.

The way you craft,
The way you live,
The ways you love,
All comes down when smelting,

Just remember that,
Someone is always Smelting Thy Heart.

The wall shall hold.



All who attack this wall will be a waste of time
To those who stand with the wall will be indestructible,
People who stand with the wall will be in their prime
People that attempt to harm the wall shall crumble.

Defend what you believe in
Never attack that which you are ignorance of,
Defend and you will be supplied with relief
Attack and the only thing supplied to you is interference.

The wall shall hold!
The wall will endure!
The wall shall consume!
This wall is your will to defend or crumble,
How strong is your Defense?

The Valley I Walk!

Roads all have paths to choose from
Barricades block those who want to walk a certain path.
Those who walk a path must follow that path or begin anew.
Those who block one from walking are either selfish or ignorant.
There are those who block with meaning and only want the best for you.

Roads and Barricades are in my path
Barricades shall be blasted by my fury those who walk with shall not face my Wrath.
I walk a road I chose Barricade it and that barricade will be met with my darkness
Those who block my path are zombies, those zombies forget their dealing with a monster of Justice.

Warning for all who stand against me
Barricade my path and you shall see how long you can stand.
Let me pass and I will make it my duty to not smite you down
For if i see a barricade again, the only thing you'll see is the bitter End!

Zombie or Monster?

Zombie's thrive for flesh
Monster's thrive to ****
Zombie's are created
Monster's are born.

The night is the time for the hunt
Day is for the epic hunter
Hunting in the public is tricky
Mobs are easily spotted
Single target's is twisted in shadows

Zombie or Monster is my question
I fall under monster
I might appear to be sane
But in reality i'm just purple.

My soul gathers the blood that spills
My heart gathers the chills
My mind filled with thrills.

The body is like a bomb
Once pushed to the limit it explodes
This is not a lethal explosion
Just the force of Truth.

Those who don't get this are UNTRUTHFUL.
A monster might ****
But the **** might just be about spoken words not humans
Zombies are the instigators watching and not reacting
They do without knowing the consequences they expose to others.

I might be a monster
But all I do is **** the silence and shred them with truth
Truth which should be spoken but is dormant within one's self.

Zombie's show no emotion
While Monsters are the Motivators towards a solution.

Enter thy come and take your place
No blade will forsaken your face
When the moon has bled
The sun has fled

The father shall bleed
While the son shall flee
Stand on and keep thy paste
Stop moving and thoust be erased

Steel, Fire, Ice, Thunder
This sword been built for smoulder
Hands crumble of blisters
Soul full of cleansers

Thy crafted blade made whole
Thy blade legend be in scroll
Blade coated within strychnine
Behold thy master design  

This blade crafted for revenge
Thy uses it for only purifying
No need for revenge
For karma has been healing!