It is in these dark nights
That I look behind me
And see the carnage i have wrought
And the people I have laid to waste
I am a falsehood, an accidental lie
I proffess love and compassion
And display a heartlessness
Without thought of consequence
I mean not to hurt or harm
Those who make me smile
But I cannot stop, it so seems
I am a tornado
A hurricane
I will tear down your cities
I will flood your lungs
And I will be sorry for it;
Do not forgive, do not forgive

I am not congruent
If you open me up
You will find mismatched bones
And the disjointedness of me

Every jungle has a snake
I am in the garden of Eden
And my peers feel like
They are the conspirators

I am loved, often
He holds me and I sleep
But nothing is perfect
Nothing can stay, not even him

I am brittle and fragile
My bones break on a nightly basis
My mother fears I'll crumble
We all turn to ash, one day

The cowering man in his creaking chair
To be lonely, desolate, empty
Devoid of that humanity we claim was bestowed so kindly
He rocks and he rocks,
back and forth
Lunging at the cruel world that created him
Turned him, twisted and ugly
God is real
The Devil is real too
And they're both in the same chair

She looked like the heavens
But she felt like hell
Her love was pure
But empty as well

She was broken and hurting,
Tied together with thread
But she had a passion within her
A flame, bright and red

She was lovely and lonely
An angel on earth
But the devil had kissed her
And she knew not her worth

The passion is dying
Her flame burning dim
The thread is unveiling
Freeing her devil within,

The angel has fallen
The flame is but ash
The heavens have ruptured
She has faded at last.

Out by the sunsest
Where lovers lie
And smoke by the river
Drinking ashen wine
Gone are the eyes
With moonlit shine
Now only tombstones
Reading "mine"
Of all creations
With concepts of time
Lonely are the lovers
Born to die.

I am gazing up through mirrored glass
At dreams and aspirations once abundant in my mind
I watch them as they float overhead
Sorrowful, and mourning at the distance, the barriers
But in this mirrored glass
I see only my own mourning
And the sorrow of my life fragmenting
And slipping away amongst the riptides
Whilst currents pull me under and under
Where I stare at my own failures
I am thousands of fathoms deep
And still sinking