Hand clinches
into a fist.
Which I could use
against you
Not a care in the world.
You say I'm blasphemous
I say your weak.
Screaming demons,
muscles writhing
in pain.
Blood stained eyes,
my tongue
sharpened like a sword.
Begging for mercy
upon a liars chair.
I can
I am.
tears shed,
spit it out.
Dying one more death,
to be redeemed again.
I live on.
Calloused hands, scarred sanity
hate is divinity
I am almighty.

Lack of sleep
catches up with me.
Eyes are blurred
hard to see.
Still feeling the effects
from the night before
neck stiff as a board.
I feel the chemicals
still running through my brain
can't do much, it eases the pain.
my hands tingle,
lips turn blue
somebody help me
this wasn't meant for me to do.
catch my breath, eyes clear
feelings build up the fear.
something came,
picked me up off the floor
all I heard was a whisper
and a closing of the door.
"you have things in this world to do,
so I give you back your life,
My gift to you."

What are ends,  
merely beginnings of time
Like drops of water pouncing upon
your head from a Chinese water torture.
Playing a well thought out game of chess
A sun shining upon a dark heart to make it glow.
Smiles hurt,
they come and go
and when they do, what a glorious affair.
I see myself differently than most of you do
You crucify and defile me at a drop of a hat.
That hat doesn't have to touch the ground
if you won't let it happen.

I feel pain just like you
Words that cut through me like a hot knife
through butter,
scar me forever.
You label me as a sinner,
a monster,
a misfit.

I may be all of those things
once in a while.
In the end,
I'll resurrect myself to the butterfly
you can't catch.
Admire from afar
Take your pictures,
Point and laugh.
You won't have this one
to kick around anymore.

If I knew happiness,
I would show it.
unto you, I show the end.

I close my eyes and I see
her face staring back at me.
Could it be, it was all a dream
things in life aren't what they seem.
through the trials, before the demise
I'd die when I saw her crying eyes.
we both did what we could do
in the end, we knew it wasn't true.

I'm still haunted by memories past
I swore to my self, she'd be the last.
damaging words, scarred us both
I swear to you this dying oath.
Never again will I treat anyone this way
no matter how hurtful the things she had to say.
I forgive her, and her, me
In the end, it had to be.

Death.  
Does it turn you on?  
Does it light your fire?  
Does it make you burn?
Not an end,
merely a beginning.  
Some things we know,
we really don't.  
People don't know whether to **** or ****.  
Golden sweet rituals falling one by one to the end of time.  
Beginnings are ends,
toward the perception of fate.  
Anything is possible
as long as we try to make it become.  
We see things that aren't really there,
more shadows that cloud our minds.  
How do we get through our times
without love,
hate,
anger,
lust,
pure raw emotions?
Tell me once again that your life is similar to others.  
Why can't it be different?
Why can't you change the way it goes?  
Do you not control your life,
destiny..fate?  
Morals flowing away like your life.  
Nothing you can do,
nothing you know to do,
nothing you want to do.  
Insanity could be the key to your higher power,
maybe.  
Is it in you?
Is it?
Is ****** in your gut?
Is it in your soul?
Others are born with it.  
Why not all?  
Because, that's what makes us different.  
Nothing like a human wearing their soul on their face.  
Show them all your soul.  
Show them you are different.
Do something different.  
Nothing can be,
only can be what you make it.
How many people own their lives?  
How many people know that their really alive?  
Why aren't you standing?
Why aren't you raising your hand?  
Where is your spirit?
Where is your soul?

What are days,
but mere moments of time
cascading themselves into the memories of the past?
Saying or doing.
Making action into reaction.
Suffocating on life,
draining human will power.
Counting the minutes that
stab through your spine, like waves
of an acid frenzy on a bad trip.
Points in time that you will never again see,
unless you catch it at the right moment,
bottle it up to use on another day.

would you beat a small dog with a big stick?
would you hit a small child for asking questions?
would you push an old man down a flight of stairs?
would you like to feel no pain?

would you?

would you betray the trust of a loved one?
would you make someone cry because you can?
would you lie upon a jury stand?
would you stand up for your rights?

could you?

could you be put in compromising situations?
could you be the head of the game?
could you hurt someone?
could you scream when you can't make a noise?

could you?

could you wish upon a star?
could you make that wish for some kind of peace?
could you live without your right arm?
could you give more than what you have?

it's all a test.