Repetitive force of a passed torch
Adventure into me and begin to explore
The deception of a maniacal *****
Who deems you a tiresome bore
My limbs are sliced to pieces by the blade of your sword
Reminding myself that I may ambulate as before

Believe in me, only to believe in something more than I will ever be. When I see you I swear it feels like I see more than anybody else sees. I promise you that I will be more than you ever could have dreamed of and if you trust in me, I will lead you to lands never explored. You may see the pity in me and all of my forthcomings, but if you bleed as any other human you do have the compassion whether or not you equip it in good fashion. I think of you, every so often though I know I am forgotten. My hope is still there, waiting on a non-existent prayer to answer my rebelled requests.

I once felt a certain way
A feeling never meant to stay
Occurred when in array
Mind game played like a ******* crusade
The time where one once strayed
A journey with the decayed
Follows you to your grave
At least now you have grown

Sun shines against a warped wooden bench
White ducks travel in a row to the pond over yonder where their hatchlings will grow
A fairy hides inside of a flower
Fending off honey bees
With her sword of shimmers she hacks at their knees
Admirer in secrecy led me to this land
I await the man who promises romance
When I feel a soft brush on my hand
Still engaged in conversation and laughter for hours as the sun sets into the night
Dark past vanished when hit by the morning's light

I believe that I hold quite the odd point of view
A skewed portrait that depicts economic conspiracy
Religious beliefs are delightfully delirious
To seek inner peace by a supernatural relief
Entertainers and politicians are elite due to masses of followers
Society's slaves to the system hustling for dollars
Only to pay their leaders

The rain lets up as the sirens start
One world fell in two parts
Remarks silently spoken of reality being broken
Idea recoils further into isolation ruled by false allegations
Under exaggerated hyperbole transcribes the true feeling hidden above the covered-up abomination

A mud-brunette haired woman still beneath ocher skies is undeniably under the enchantment of a man's demise.
His voice weary yet comparable to thunder crashing when the sound waves dig into her ears and bang against the inside of her head.
A fallen Prince of Darkness is the man who would sew a slight patch onto her heart. Unknown to be a conniver when distressed, culprit of the fall-apart.
Demented knowledge correlates amongst hardened truth deemed to be full of light now lay empty, never-ending quest between the forgotten and the tyranny.
The woman with a channel of thought strategic in her efforts to place out of the normal forget-me-nots.