The deadly sinner, committer of Pride,
Sinister commissioner with a mission to hide,
But only hidden behind eyes shut wide.
I’m described as a scribe that tells the most beautiful lies,
Inscribed on my spine are scriptures,
And wings ready for flight,
But only when the time’s right,
Till then my pen spills sins, as I write,
Irate as I rant about the things I can’t.
I am the Tyrant, self-made king of violence,
****** he wrote, But innocently he spoke.
I devise wise plans with a smart mouth,
And my poetic device could take a life!
Smiling faces tell tall-tales, so a frown makes well,
Stories told so cold, it could make a brown face pale.
Base it off true stories, then mislead them with rhythm,
I break through hymns, and change live with ‘em.
Talking with a slick tongue known to ****** virgins’
Do not disturb him…
Illusionist using his wits to twist intent,
The effect so intense,
The crowd laughing at my drama,
And crying at my comics.
Over your head like inside jokes,
Solo, but so high, I’m thinking outside your box,
And undermining.
Minding my own business,
With money and top of it.
Pondering my lines is suicide,
Repentless sins, “in a sense”,
Even if you avoid ****** wrists,
You’re still “guilty” of pleasure.
Mind Imprisonment isn’t a kind enough gesture,
So fans, family and friends, read my lethal injections.

Even if you cut off my lips so I couldn’t spit,
Nipped off my finger tips to prevent the script,
Ripped off my tongue to stop the words,
I’d just hum the most lethal song you ever heard.

Make everyone victim to melodies and rhythm,
Play with people feelings,
Have ’em crash off a course,
Emotionally driven.

To not hear my evil, you must sear your ears,
Music so dark, it leaves you blind with fear.
Scream all alone, until to your voice is gone,
Defeated still by a man who can **** with his song.

What is your biggest fear?
Life is mine, **** death.
Life is limited, death’s infinite.
Life is regrettable, death’s inevitable.
Life defines time, but death defies it.

Beautiful Angel, wings so large and perfected,
Pitiful Demon, from God he’s been neglected.

Beautiful Angel, guardian of the heavens above,
Pitiful Demon, defender of the heathens and thugs.

Beautiful Angel, bringing us away from temptation,
Pitiful Demon, leading us into damnation.

Beautiful Angel, flying in the bright daylight,
Pitiful Demon, lurking in the deep dark night.

Beautiful Demon, you understand the pain I feel,
Pitiful Angel, you don’t understand the pain so real.

Beautiful Demon, you’re just like me,
We love drinking, *** and money we Greed.
Pitiful Angel, I’m sorry you’re nothing like me,
I’m not sober nor celibate and what’s Liberality?

The fact is we’re as pitiful as the demon,
And we’ll never meet perfection as long as we’re breathing.
But we should strive for perfection, that’s the main goal,
So we can make it to heaven, and become beautiful Angels.

My bare feet slide against the *****, wet pavement,
As I walk the road millions have taken.
I’m alone as I walk, naked, cold, in the night,
No moon, no stars, no signs of light or even life.
For some reason the narrow street was so clear,
The road appeared infinite but I strolled with fear.
An impossible terror, I tried to cry but couldn’t bring tears.
The loudest silence began ringing in my ears,
I walked for days, months until the years,
I could feel the heat rising as my destination neared…

You need to let the sand move alone
Inside the hourglass,
Instead of shaking it by the rim trying to make time pass.
Impatiently waiting, forcing love to move fast,
Then the glass ends up breaking,
Because you lose your grasp.
And as the glass shatters, and the sand spreads,
You fall to your knees
And try to gather all the shards and it shreds
Your palms and you bleed,
Until you’re almost dead.

You just give up and kick the pieces to the curb,
Lying to yourself that the pain doesn’t hurt.
Really inside your mind you’re debating what hurts most,
Your ****** palms, your broken heart,
Or the fact you let the hourglass go.
You decide on none of the above.
What really pains the soul,
Is the fact you hurt your partner
Who said you both should take it slow.

You didn’t realize the hourglass
Not only affected yourself,
That the effects of selfishness
Will reflect on one’s self,
And your ugliness will be reflected off the glass
Of the hourglass,
And shone in the face of your other half.
Now you’re forced to walk the earth,
As mere halves.
Incomplete hearts victim to the wrath
Of an impatient patient hospitalized in the past.
If you could find all the pieces on the ground,
Rebuild the hourglass and flip it around,
Rewind to the time when happiness encompassed minds,
Everything would be fine, if you could just find the time.
Time is valuable
And your soul has paid the fine.

You can define lost time,
Don’t let lost time define you.
You must defy that fine line
That divides you and your love
Because to lose love is a divine crime
Judged from the one above.
Just remember that the hourglass,
Representing the countdown
To complete, wholly, holy love,
Is not only yours but also your only love’s.

I have
To make a confession
I have an obsession
Writing sessions
Are no longer
Worked
To become greater
This addict
Attic's light
Is dimming from overuse
If it dies
So will I
What am I
Without the wick
Which is wit
If it's
To suffocate
I'll suffer
The same fate
So for
The rest
Of the night
I'll work tirelessly
To create
Light
From scratch
Without a match
Bulbs
Bursts
Because
The flowers ready
To bloom
Or the filaments
Lamented
Simmering down
Like a cavern's lantern
Burned out
Tampered
Like a lamp
Damp
From the dew
That somehow
Managed to
Drip through
The crevice
Of the wooden
Ceiling
Sealing fate
Leaking death
On what's left
Of the day.