A half-filled cup,
What do you see?
A horrid life?
Or serenity?

Now what if some cruel ******,
Came and drank the rest?
Can you still find the good inside?
Does it even exist?

And this is the mindset,
That we teach our young:
Enjoy all the potential,
Before it is all gone.

And all the laughter we once knew,
Has become a painful sin.
All that's left is all the tears,
That we fight to keep within.

And so we take that empty glass
And smash it on the floor.
We let the shards into our lives,
So we can finally feel once more.

Fight for the right to live!
Fight for the right to laugh!
And when someone gets in your way,
Empty their ******* glass!

They say their souls are saved,
That they've been blessed 'cuz they give praise.
Oh!
Their dreams all seem so handsome,
But we're holding their God for ransom.

They will send negotiators,
Protesters and lippy haters.
Oh!
It will be so grand, son!
'Cuz we're holding their God for ransom.

We'll hold back their End of Days,
As long as they abhor the gays.
Yes, we'll deny eternal bliss,
If they can't ditch their prejudice.
To condemn then throw a tantrum?
THIS is why we hold God for ransom!

The frigid air catches in my aching lungs,
Catching in my throat much like it did that night.
The fate of those who fell was determined by their lies;
I'd strike them down again were it not for their stilled tongues.
And through all the contempt, I'm in no way contrite;
Despite all the spite, I dispose those I despise!

The frigid air slows the blood in my veins;
Muddy and murky like the stream beside the glen.
That glorious site where I buried all they'd hope to be,
Because brutality breeds more until nothing remains.
Honestly I can say I'm the happiest I've ever been,
The pious peons I put down: a delicious catastrophe.

The frigid air burns my blood-stained lips,
As my wind-chapped cheeks tug with vicious grin.
Recalling the frozen chosen who would be my one true reason,
I cast my gaze upon the sky, taking in the splendor of the eclipse.
It's true, what they say, about all of Summer breeding sin,
But in my frozen wasteland, I can't blame the season.

I’m baptized in my tears as your hands keep us apart,
And through the rippled divider I still succumb to your force.
But this is hardly how we start…
We’re so distant from the source…
The ache in my lungs has begun to match what you've been doing to my heart.
The salty waves of separation have begun their frigid course.

Your expression looks so gleeful,
As your fingers find my throat.
Your rapture reached its ******,
As your rage keeps you afloat.
I can see your life-force growing,
As my frozen body dies.
I can see you becoming me…
Through my drowned eyes.

I reach behind my eyelids,
And tear my demons free.
I demand from them the answers--
Just what is it that makes me me?

"We don't create your Karma,"
"We know not of your cause,"
"We haven't built you--blood nor bone,"
"We don't define your flaws,"

"You are who you've decided--
Structured from your strife;
Erected by your actions--
These are what count in life."

"We cannot claim to who you are,
We dwell solely where we're grown.
It's only because you let us in,
That we call your heart our home."

And so, with eyelids opened wide,
I could gaze deep within my soul.
I found no ghouls or goblins,
It was only I who held control.

I welcomed back my demons,
Seeing no fault in their claws.
It was not they who bred the dark within,
It was my own dark that gave them cause.

There were times when I forced myself to rise--
To climb above the torment and turmoil in your eyes--
Only to see that soaring was the worst thing I could do,
And I was forced to try to find the truth beyond the lies.

There were times when I had hoped we could begin anew;
I'd pray and bide both time and mind that was something we could do.
But the torment and the turmoil became a tough act to follow,
And I was forced to cast aside all dreams of the untrue.

You dropped me when I needed you.
My skin chipped and fell away.
All my weakness flaked aside.
And only strength was left to stay.

Now you're beneath the hammer.
Now you're under the knife.
Now I'm your source of chaos.
Now I'm your source of strife.

Though you might find my purposes difficult to swallow,
I assure you with all I have become that what I say is true.
And when you fall don't wait for me to follow.
You'll come to find that--unlike me--inside you're blue and hollow.