Death wears sneakers
Fastened tight
Leaving wounds
Wronging rights

It sneaks around
And doesn’t care
About what’s left
And what’s to share

It doesn’t knock
It barges in
To take it’s claim
To sate it’s yen

Not bound by locks
Or siren’s blare
It leaves a mess
It doesn’t care

Don’t forget
To right your soul
Keep in mind
Who’ll pay the toll

Is darkness and evil synonymous?
Is light and good synonymous?
Two contrary modes of being
Exist for the artist's eye

Before light was formed – darkness
Before good was formed – evil
If darkness and evil were firstborn
Then they are the artist’s canvas

From this canvas light can bloom
From this canvas good can form
Without it light would have no value
Without it good would have no shape

It’s easy to leave the canvas blank
Never to paint a stroke
It’s harder to paint the color of good
But worth it to see the light

How deep does the dread go?
As deep as the fear goes
How far does the fear go?
Much deeper than the shadow

With a pick and torch light
Find the gem that will shine bright
May be day in this sun blight
In the dread it is midnight

Keep the flames burning ember
For the chill of December
For the hope to remember
For the dread to dismember

Only light burns the dread fear
Only light makes the path clear
When the light sparks the dread jeers
When the gem gleams the dread veers

Who knows where the gem grows?
In the hollow of the shadows
In the dark where the dread goes
In a place only hope knows

Lies spoken
Ties broken
Puddled eyes
Muddled cries

Life growing
Strife moaning
Puddled eyes
Muddled cries

Born fighting
Scorn biting
Puddled eyes
Muddled cries

Chasing hate
Facing fate
Puddled eyes
Muddled cries

New path
***** wrath
Laughing eyes
Happy cries

Less than a shadow to eye
Less than a whisper to ear
Less than satin to skin
Less than the smell of fog
Less than a taste of water
This is how you make me feel

More than the sun to eye
More than thunder to ear
More than fire to skin
More than the smell of hyacinth
More than a taste of peppers
This is how I imagine you

The balance is off
Fantasy has wreaked its' havoc
Truth is I’m more than this
Truth is you’re less than this
The balance is on