They use your fears
like I used
the ******,the Whisky
and the times alone.

The less you care the
less there is to fear.

The more I used
the less I thought,
the better I slept,
the more I lost.

I was too far gone to
properly mourn
Winehouse.

And I was too angry and
aware to fall for
that foolish promise
of change and hope.

They took the S away
from the
Gods and left you
with only
one alternative.

They pray to Serpents
and you call them saviors.
I wear tattooed images
that prove my awareness.

Add an S to your
laughter and I'll present
you with the Slaughter.

I'm free of the Dragon
and more aware
than ever.

It's the arrangement we
are all apart of but so few
really know.

The pillars need to
crumble for us
to start anew.

I'll be the first to light
the fire take my
place within
the flames.

Whisper sincere goodbyes
to cherished friends
and vengeful enemies.

Then curse the
wicked Watchers
as they stare and
watch us burn.

Is an art
Sometimes my mind is free
living Life free is an art
But far
is in the stars
I know my limattations
I walk in the shadows
but I know my own mind
not esay living at the far point
but here i am
hold my hand
if you can
you will not hold my brain
which is of at the far point
for that's what am
here I am
in that which I call myself

OFF at the FAR point
go left at mars into stars
Hug me before
it turn into afternoon
hold my hand
your welcome
now baby that is far out.

The truth may be dark
But it is also beautiful

Everyday
I see her
hollow eyes and
sunken cheeks
slowly makes her way outside her shack
by the end of the day
she would return home
with darker shades of bruises covering her pale skin

Everyday
I see the thin threads
behind her back
growing apparent
woven together
she goes unseen
and her wings too
a faerie in disguise
waiting for her time to come home

Everyday
when her bruises turn darker
when her body becomes bones
when all of her bones are broken
when her breaths are ragged
when her soul is battered
the delicate threads will only grow stronger
stronger until it lifts her to the sky
to the other side of Ëa

One day
I don't see her
and never will
because she
has returned home
to the sky
she truly belongs