Barely lit
Is where I sit
It's cold and dark
On these streets
Moonlit
I'll mark the way
On your midnight trip

Will I be condemned
To never move a muscle?
Tired, ceaseless streets
And the every-mans struggle

Sad morose limbs
Will always rustle
The light can shine
But never for
Maledicted shadows

Heavy complacent steps
Fall around my seat
Only to coppulate
Your hopes are Within reach

I've guided those before you
Yet phleygas is not my name
Pray the next beacon before you
In hopeful orderly disdain
Will grant you more than my name

Torch in hand held high
For years and elements corrode
I will still be here next time
When you need to find your way home

Standing in a place man-made
I am in the dark
Even where the light can't pervade
Staring at machines strength
And the collective thought
Funneled into their make
So i reflect
Into my time
My thought
My home
And the path I direct
Do the tools made
Understand the machines they make?
They are cold
Unforgiving and strong
Leaving no room for emotional freedom
But do I need it?

She is and insult,
A taste that never graced
Refused to take a pace
She listens to her voice
And sees no disgust

Forget her face
She is nothing to me anymore
Nothing is more
Right now she is nothing
Nothing  is right

**** your thoughts
Their wrong
**** your ideas
They have no place
**** your voice
It doesn't know your lies

Your fake and impulsive
You know nothing of control
Holding on to thought
You forget your life

I want to forget you exist

A wish upon the clock
Is the martyr of hope
Change is an action
Most end with no
If only I could hold on
One more day, in the life
Of those who can’t die

Another day awake
The whispers on my chest
Are now the voices in my head
Lipstick stains on the mirror
Mock a hearts vanity
To return to a shape
Never known to the mind

Will the blind find light
Before wrong becomes right
And I can find my home

Among the dead and broken
My heart will become whole

Among the anger and spite
My decisions become simple

Seal your fate and grab my hand
If only it wasn't my hand
I could pull myself out
And forget the rain

I am just another broken dream
In the end I didn't mean anything
I am only here to hold you
Just for one more night
If simple was wrong
Then I would be right
A stain upon a dream
Is as vivid as it might seem
A crippling urge
Upon a curious scene
Both live and die
Within me

Fragments of a broken mind
Some call it love
I call it time
See the end of the line
As you whisper mine
Cries of a muted hand
That failed to take a stand
I'm not what I am
I am what I'm not
Will it be enough
Never will you know
Will it be a callous feat
To be something I can't see
Broken upon the glass
And buried within the sand
Protruding is my hand
And nothing more