Enter now the shadows that I've seen lurk from within the sinister dark
Where in silence I stab myself with bits and pieces of my jagged broken heart
Some remark In that regard when these memories begin to bombard every Hallmark becoming a graveyard Guilty I am just as I have been charged. Sharp tongue and a soul that's already charred so many wounds that have scarred sullied a good name completely marred. Glass broken rains down like every other shard. Of course this terrible news is hard to disregard. It's hell out here on the boulevard. A real lionheart that had to disembark from the trailer park. another question mark to outsmart,

The moral of the story isn't quite up to code
you see In was taught from a very young age to lock and load. Into the very pits of hell I have rode
Oh the stories I have told, the treasures that I hold
Could I ever dare to be a character that is so bold
If no questions are asked no lies will be sold. In overload from secrets innermost overdosed on  every uncontrolled episode now somehow juxtapose.

Perfection it cannot be rushed. Shh listen not to the voices of the hushed. Though I'm an addict I am finding it hard to adjust. Underneath  the weight of this pending doom I am being crushed. No wonder I can't go a day without getting buzzed. My good intentions smudged. It ***** when without merit your judged. feelings quite stuffed and deep everything has been shoved. Crippled and just as corrupt ****** if I do And If I don't I am ******.  For those memories I have clutched I have been fortunate enough to have been truly touched. Yet still it is not just for to look down in disgust far be it for me to erupt burning everything down like ashes to dust, with death I have brushed left is there not one I can trust flames burning inside hot enough I might spontaneously  combust. The Villians now  have thoroughly been cussed the criminals have been all but cuffed and I am back to a fool self drugged. Shunned an Idiot snubbed From my past the mistakes I have scrubbed and scrubbed. Thousands unplugged, somewhat abrupt, out in the open stuck Like a sitting duck. spitting out these huge chunks of broken luck, while I reek havoc and run amuck. Standing out in the thunderstorm preparing to be thunderstruck

Callused hands and tales of such woebegone
all animated like a cartoon that's just been drawn  The suffering the sweet suffering I seem to prolong headstrong demon's spawn so far left I can't get right I guess that keeps me in the wrong forcing myself to fit in the places that I know I don't belong. I am trying to keep moving on, trying to stay forever strong but at this impasse I've stood way too long. From dusk to dawn brains over brawn my intelligence is no supernatural phenomenon ******* did anyone else see that leprechaun Always greener when it is someone else's lawn I am long gone An ugly duckling turned  into a lonely swan with the musings of a madman I rattle on A marathon from which power has been overdrawn **** all the ******* that is hereupon who cares about all the goings on from days of those bygone colored pink with my favorite crayon  
46:10 my favorite psalm  now c'mon stay calm an epic icon, disarm without setting off the alarm do no harm safe and warm Riders on the storm Every second another one is born