Through the vein,
Through the heart,
It's a cycle,
It's a start,

It's all life,
It's all death,
Every sound,
Every breath,

It's in "this",
It's in "what",
Body draining,
Paper cut,

Deep inside,
Eyes can see,
All of you,
All of me,

In our prayer,
In our song,
Every right,
Every wrong,

Warm and thick,
Cold and thin,
Life and praises,
Death and sin,

Carried forever,
Always lost,
Our giving pleasure,
Our darkest cost.

My eyes close up
Opening my mind to a misty world
With shadowy outlines welling up
From the shallow depths
Of the past day's events
Shaping the Mosaic of my imaginations
Into corresponding dreams
Standing guard
At the out post to my consciousness
Just before I sleep.

There is a monster
It is forever judging with many eyes.
Its tongue is bitter ash which spews nothing but lies.
Death on its mind and blood on its claws,
Loathsome in beauty it expounds all our flaws.
Corruption to the brink of insanity!**
Ahh, we see the true colors of humanity.
Here comes the monster, so die with me,
Or be victim the monster of Society

the eyes are probably the truest--
but even my dad said that people
may see colors differently