There's a man who lives in hell
All his life, he's been there
He walks and stalks like a brighter day
But he's stuck in those memories that never fade
All alone, he watched us grow
From strangers, to lovers, to everyone you know
He kept a secret, never told
A secret so wretched, it stole his soul
This man is broken, inside and out
His face is weary from all those traveling hours
He sits quietly, never speaking a word
Holding this secret inside his world
A breath is drawn and then let go
What is his secret?
You'll never know
For he is wise beyond his years
He's traveled many miles to be right here
He sits aside the drifting sea
Of faces and souls that have company
But here he is, alone and cold
Keeping his secret, never to be told

If there is ever one day that the stars will align in their disarray
I'll cry, hope, and whisper to the ground beneath me
To take me under, six feet deep
This is the dreaming hour
The time when they are out
The sweeping voices of river sheets
And the creaking of the tree towers
Floors of forests call beneath
The leaves and pictures like pacing feet
Stuck between the lines
In my dank dark hole
I flicker the fingers
Like a flame growing cold
This warm embrace the air supplies
Is a remedy I've learned to escape
my mind
This world is a dream
Stuck in the seams
Bursting into oblivion
Into hell fire
I am ice
Eyes like tumbleweed
Staring away into this world you can't see
Muddy waters and dandelions
This mountain is old
And I can hear his wisdom

The elephant is my religion
I am the elephant
A swarm of magic locusts
Flittering into the sunset
A maggots breath of hope
This pact is my priority
Sworn into secrecy to a spirit within myself
Two thoughts becoming one
Like a fairy on slippers of purity
Humanity, a cycle of insanity
Can we overcome the cotton candy
Mystery of mountains in the trees?
An elvish land of history
Like heat upon the leaves
Dilate the sight to see
A cringing demon of flowers and seeds
And bullfrog dances in circles round
A night in the forest
My night on the town.

Can you pour music into my soul?
Can you divide the lines between forgotten and unthoughtfulness?
I am strange.
Strange is my name.
I go by the titles of ******, God and the Devil.
Acting as one being, I am all powerful.
My words cut through like ice upon the ground.
Melting into your very core.
The common withdrawals of my life tend to create an atmosphere humid with lies and deceit.
Propaganda.
I am the overlord.
The great being that coincides with the path to destruction and sexuality.
A ****** moistened by the spit of a politician.
A reckless behavior, known by my cunning smile and grinning mouth,
I engross myself in the knowledge of good and evil.
The later being the most interesting.

Did you ever hear the story of mankind?
A dwindling pack of rats scurrying through life with the will for wealth, drugs and ***.
A greedy coin collector locked inside an attic.
A basic complication.
The worlds most renowned contradiction.
A magnificent art of bones and skin.
A neck, a support beam in times of headlessness and ill-being.
I will forgo my judgement as a walk-on to Heaven's door.
A key needed, I use my snaked tongue.
A crime so easily forgotten by those that are rotten.
No longer holding back, my flames scorch your heart.
A thumping paper bag in a locked chest centuries old.
Can you take the distance, mile runner?
A treacherous land this is,
Filled with snakes of every color.