A lonely martyr wanders decrepit halls of Jericho
And no moon could shine brighter than his stars
But alas life has no meaning to a man without his soul
I'm nothing, but a husk covered in scars
I've used it, to lose it
Tried to carve meaning into it
But this aging crypt of a deathless mess
Where evil kissed sickness as lover and mistress
Unto me, and through me
Disease and Terror eternally sit
Inside a hurting heart with hurtful words
Projecting from my quiet lips, to pen filled fingertips
Exciting new pain the flames will bring for me
For inspiration is found in ethereal tapestries
They know I'm mad
And dangerous because of everything that I know
My mind is clad
In a darkness that permeates through my very soul
Born wild, reviled
A stillborn wretch defiled
Unfeeling, unhealing, deformities revealing
Yet Life opened his eyes and he cried to greet her
Little did she know my life was filled with pain
A million holes filled only with disdain
For twenty years of torturous days and nights
Every aspect of life I've had to fight
Not with a sword or a gun but with the power of my own might
Since I was born in have gone to war
And every Angel I've seen was just a falling star
There's nothing like a lifetime of creating scars
To build you into who you truly are....
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
A lonely martyr wanders decrepit halls of Jericho
And no moon could shine brighter than his stars
But alas life has no meaning to a man without his soul
I'm nothing, but a husk covered in scars
I've used it, to lose it
Tried to carve meaning into it
But this aging crypt of a deathless mess
Where evil kissed sickness as lover and mistress
Unto me, and through me
Disease and Terror eternally sit
Inside a hurting heart with hurtful words
Projecting from my quiet lips, to pen filled fingertips
Exciting new pain the flames will bring for me
For inspiration is found in ethereal tapestries
They know I'm mad
And dangerous because of everything that I know
My mind is clad
In a darkness that permeates through my very soul
Born wild, reviled
A stillborn wretch defiled
Unfeeling, unhealing, deformities revealing
Yet Life opened his eyes and he cried to greet her
Little did she know my life was filled with pain
A million holes filled only with disdain
For twenty years of torturous days and nights
Every aspect of life I've had to fight
Not with a sword or a gun but with the power of my own might
Since I was born in have gone to war
And every Angel I've seen was just a falling star
There's nothing like a lifetime of creating scars
To build you into who you truly are....
