I love to be misunderstood
Tho, my words stand for me
If only they understood.

I speak what I feel
All that is real to me
Love, Life, and Knowledge.
I only utter what is real
And what I view as Truth.

Truth is Knowledge.
If you know what is wrong
Reality, will crush you in the end
Your heart, is in collusion with
What you know

Truth is left to conspire
With Reality against your thoughts.
Leaving me to exercise my right,
And inhale it all keeping my at ease.

Its eye opening
To see the friends
That I use to have
How people use to be.

Things are going wrong
Tho I still sing my song
At the end of the night
My foresights gone
I can't see the light,
Stuck in a dark hole
I cant feel the path
Go straight
Don't swerve

"PAUSE!"
Momentarily ceasing my reality.
Presenting me the opportunity
To dissect this somber situation.
Peering into a dimly lit room
I find myself sulking,
Pondering in a depressive manner.
What is my affliction?
I cannot truthfully answer this.
Tho, I am slowly
Digging this hole deeper.
Tho, I know I am alive
I ask "Have I died?"
"Play!" I say to myself
But my life is still paused.
Can I animate the corpse
I have become,
Or has this opportunity decayed?

Tonight is the night
That I show you I could do it
I prove to all you skeptics
That harmony is found
In more then music.
That when I guide
Away from success
You can still see
My shoe print

Tonight I will display
The song that is my life,
God may have
Made the melody
Tho, these lyrics I write
I hope you can feel
My heart beating
As I transcribe
The words
That control my days,
Knowing with one
Mistake my
Breath can
Be taken
Away

I begin to feel the tingling
Sensation we call temptation
While the air is saturated with lust.
Her tongue is yearning for my skin.
And she is thinking of thing
deep within my pants..
Her hands only desire,
Is to rip off my attire,
and let this forbidden love begin.

I can feel the tenderness
Of her thighs,
But only with my eyes
Because I shall not touch.
This pleasure is forbidden,
But I can't help but mention
Her curves and her figure
And how bad I want to taste.
My mind is starting scream
And my body is already weak.
This forbidden pleasure
Is mines to have and to own.