Seems the Heavens forbid my tears a fall to the ground,
Upon the many cold whispers of self awareness and pieces of doubt.
A forbid fortress build inside my head,
great pieces of brick and metal clashing at each other.

Though I wish for peace instead.

What forbids my emotions, toys my heart and clouded judgement,
for I hung in grey skies past due the forecast.
A fallen sun, crashing landing onto a broken planet.

If I had enough dreams to buy it, I would to only later sell it.


Forbidden fortresses, and guarded walls.
Armed guards, and beastly dragons.
All forces against me, and I'll face them all.




On painted pictures, and sketches of dreams,
a broken pencil tip, as a dream has gone blunt.
Turn your heads forward to see ahead, be at your best front.

You old ****,
how dare you turn back to your childish ways.
Your false judgments, and hopes. The old crokes, with the crude jokes.
Stuck in your younger days.

With no care for the world,
selling pieces of it, and all of your soul.
How dare you question how you've lost your glow.

I tore through your secrets,
peeped at your deeds, fell sick at their stench.
And I could bet, beneath your shadowy hearts there's a light of regret.

But with it carries a stench upon your breath,
as your swimming in sin above your depths.


Hide your eyes, for we've seen too much of your pride,
Your demons inside, your misdeeds behind, and the many more things I refuse to find.

I'll send an attack upon your men,
I'll make of you an enemy by then.


Come at me if you will,
Arm your arms, holding closely for we're all out to ****.

Some **** their father's wise words,
others their mother's gentle touch.
Her sisters love, and his brothers guidance.

But still not enough.

Some **** the hand that aids, the hand that holds.
An eye that watches, a mouth that speaks,
a nose that has no sense to perfume.

Truly something stinks.

**** the thanks of many,
the hopes of others.
The sons of leading fathers, daughters of caring mothers.

Tell me, who is your enemy.


For mine is myself,
the holder of things. A killer of dreams.
A spoiler of health.

Health and money, two things I can't have as both.
Better health for more of my money, more money for my health, but losing my worth.

So over my head, seems a lot goes over me for my shortness.
Worthless, I say when I'm comparing myself to others,
why so, the answer uncertain.

But the feeling so unnerving, so much hurting.


I wish I was perfect, rather not this mental defect.
A broken upon vessel, grabbing onto cracks.
My insecurities my greatest weapon upon myself,

I give them many thanks.

For letting me realise of perfection being the silent evil of man wishing to be God,
Stone upon stones piling on the tower to try reach to the title.
Cast your own stones away for thinking you not a sinner of none.

Pray yearly to who gives your wake,
for sleep wishes to keep you her's, for she's a cousin to death.
Let that perfection fall off your heads for Heaven's Sake.


For the Heavens I know are crying as I constantly go back into my ways,
a continuous pattern of sinning I've spread out across my days.

Such tears fall upon my head, drowning me in guilt,
Filth is upon me from the hand of sin I've used to wipe my face.
Filth it is, the Heavens know too.

O' but you, so young and dumb,
Doing the many to yourself of self harm in the pursuit of fun.
Soon your life will be done.

And when you're asked what good you did with a life given onto you, how do you answer?
Lovers may say they'll die for each, but none can vouch one into heaven for each other.

For the Heaven's surely do cry for me, as do I.
But the Heaven's still forbid me to cry.