Mayhem for the masses and all thats left is letters from the fall
what we learnt was less a lesson then a lecture in a hall
hallow spaces in the building homes to rats and peoples children
chase them off from off a building and watch the wings that save their fall
come lay down my sweet angel and just for now there is no danger
yet tomorrow is not promised just for now lets wish on comets
and hope the flames engulf us all

Before I slept I would speak to God
I would ask him to keep those I loved safe
Secure them so that no evils may find them
It is a miracle when man feels love
And I have felt love then i have felt fear
There is no place love can hide that feat cannot be found.
The essence that is a horrible pain and suffering  rooted in our human condition
The necessary blood that flow through the heart of our being
All men are conditioned to perform evil even those who claim otherwise '
Especially those who claim otherwise as they do not see the wrong in their action
So rather then wait for a world that does not seek forgiveness
Before I sleep I speak to God
I beg him to bask my loved ones in the warmth of death
Walk to them in the middle of the night so that they may wake in his sunshine
Far from the sadness that is us
As Love asks for nothing else

Sarah wouldn't speak to me her lips as cold as snow
The barren lands inside her eyes, such place I wouldn't go
I long to feel the warmth,that danced beneath her summer skin
But all that's left is valentines and tears from dearest kin

My gentle longing lover, your death has brought me sight
If you have gone to heaven, then I have slept the nights
In caves with twirling flames, that give off no such light
Amongst the wicked witches and the men from Dante's plight

What sorrow that surrounds us, yet my sorrow is the same
without your golden voice only devils call my name

I seek divine inspiration
yet I remain stuck with tempered cognatation

Stuck,with desperation and mutilation

By the limitations of human beings, who seek no liberation

Then lay me down to rest,

For already I feel the linger of death's breath upon me
as my humble skin convulses

Soak me then I say,in your hemlock waters
that I too may feel the numb of ordinary
That I may too be baptized by filth and reborn into the realm of acceptance
where i may be seated beside my father, like him before me

Together, to **** the living breath from the lips of our mother nature
as the door closes behind me

I was smoking with the giant as he lay beside my bed
he delights me with the stories from a world not in my head
was it just the sting of ****** or did something not feel strange
as the marijuana smoke began to dance inside my brain

he was friendly and well mannered not the type that you'd expect
not that you'd expect a giant in your home beside your bed
barely fitting in the space where he tried to lay his head
poor beast of mothers burden i must offer him a smoke
then he vanished with the air that he exhaled from his ****

Watch me as I fall from here
I do not wish to speak of such misfortunes
unfortunately other options have quickly began shortening
their obvious attempt for what can be logical decision
such incision with a knife also a master of the fiddle
fear me not the sky is lightened
now the dark began to set
How I wish it were to echo,
as the moon was put to bed

Yet my life has become  ill gotten,
a thorn of crown upon my head,
yet my troubles seem so meager
then those of mice unlike us men
Gently weep into the silence
go forth brother hear your cry
may the sightly wind be with you
guide it deep into the sky
cause of thunder and then lighting
limit those who fear the sound
hear them weeping at the door step
as if the cat had made a sound

shall we wonder to the future
or glance back into the past
the choice is yours for choosing
yet i recommend you choose fast

time is for the taking
and no man is left behind
either sleeping or awakening
time shall pass until you die

even deep in death
lest your rest be all but swell
they shall talk about the time from when you died till now or still
as to plunge a short syringe and eventual make you ill

yet the venom is no use, when no blood course through your veins
so your shackled in their minds in stocks of time and darker age
what a sullyfull existence if you believe that lay beyond the grave