Under a shade of a closed room,
Pages, and ink,
Dots of a scattered mind,
Scribblings on the wall
And painting on the ceiling
The bruises on her skin
The scars of her dying heart
And the shadow of her soul,

Daddy's little princess
A face blurred,
In a bed of nightmares
When he sneaked in,
Marrying the silence of her tears,
That  soaked her pillows of youth
And stole her fountain of happiness
Before the sun rose,
Above her mountain of the past

Words of silence,
Scream my regret,
Burying my soul
Within seconds of the past

A Drink of flesh,
The hungover, of this soul
To question happiness,
At the whim of the glass

Seeing it's bottom,
And the shadow of the future
For what's there to live for?
But memories of yesterday

That fade with the wind
Stealing the dark of our hair
To leave but wrinkles of thought
Before the day of the reaper

Maybe,
We come to know
Of the face of sorrow
But not, one of joy

For under the moon,
The stars and the clouds,
The sun burns our hearts,
Into ashes of oblivion

Tears of the sky
Dust weary faces
To comfort wounded hearts

No night dark,
Nor winter cold
To hide the shame of my heart,
Nor numb the fibres of its pulse

But, an aching rhythm
Tearing down,
the walls of the mind

The death of a boy
In a shell of man
Riding, along,
The broken rails of a hysteria

The good are flawed
And the bad,
are just

Sometimes,
It's the heart,
That's needs to give in

Into the order of things
A far right
a center
And the left

The secrets of his soul
Hidden within the fabrics of the night
Away from the shame of the sun

He takes subtle steps,
Searching chambers of a *****,
From rays of a hollow moon

A wise man he imagines
Feeding his Frankenstein,
To quench his boiling lust

Oh! An Intelligent fool,
A beautiful noose he winds
Around his frail neck

Tethering his reputation,
On a decaying post,
To become but a slave,
When his past comes to light

It was easy to breath,
But hard to live

Watching the world through hell's gate
Wrestling my demons by the day,
And chocking on my screams in the dark

An illusion it seemed,
Vivid, a smudged line between,
The realm of reality,
And edges of a nightmare

The heart grew cold,
To fear and hope,
But hate and misery,
The cloaks it wore,
On the path of vengeance

To the heavens,
In their silence,
Hiding above the clouds
Shielding the sun from my soul
An empty shell,
And a withered spirit

May be,
We don't know the light,
Until we've been in the dark,
We don't see why we live,
Until we've found,
That to die for
To lose our souls

And so I awoke,
Into a dawn,
That life could be beautiful again,
With a new reason,
To live, die,
A legacy,
In a hall of fame,
Where my name rests