People look at diamonds and think they're so precious
But worth is only what someone will pay for it

Return to me
As all things should
They come from nothing and return;
Construction,
Destruction,
Reconstruction,
All things must flow back to me
I am God

The Man With The Mask
Who dressed in all black
Showed up at my house
And carried a mouse

He ushered himself
Inside to the shelf
Where he now lies await
For when he must create

Now I sit alone on that shelf
Next to the Man With the Mask

I wake up
Every morning
To a brand-new day
At one am

Which *****
because
At one am
there is nothing
to do

So i wait until daybreak
to write something new

and i start my daily routine
all over anew

It was reddish with the sky all to white
a silent wind hushed the painted day sky
And forward I faced my back towards the night
and I soared with that warm wind ever so high

Up so high where I can breathe so clearly
Fleeing with the storm clouds drawing so near
I attempt to escape my hate hastily
The cleaver draws ever closer to my dear

Flying up to the man's neck with my shear
Without saying goodbye i take my stride
and quickly "He's dead, gone" i clearly hear
Again i take to the wind and the morning
I save time by changing and taking sides

I hope to get home swift before scorning
And go join in the day break aborning

Every rose
Has at least one thorn
On it's stem

Every heart
Should have at least one scar
on its sleeve

Otherwise, it wouldn't know
how to love

Inside and out
Humans are magnificent
We each have a single butterfly in our head
The Sphenoid is what I'm talking about
There in the back of the skull,
Without it, our mind would
Truly wander in our skulls

Everyone knows
the classic tale
Of Cats and Mice
The latter running
Running from the former

But once a Dog is in play
the two companions are the prey

What really is that little
4
letter
word?

To me it is power
For it gave me life when I was dying
It woke me up when i was asleep
In my own body

When no one could save me
Hope did

Hope is hell; however
Open to new meanings
Playing the user who abuses it
Even opening up new doors and closing them just the same

What has hope done for you?

With masks all around
I walk up to you

I want to know how someone so faceless
Can be beautiful too

"I'll lead but just for you"

Taking your hand
we waltz as two
Marauding in this
Masquerade
Meant for you

I'll
Miss
You

What do you want your last words to be?

I am the grey
That lives after the light
But before the dark

I am the twilight

I am the emotion you feel
When neither option is right

I am option three: Neutral

I am the scream of the teenage girl
next-door

Who knows what it really means

I am
Me

Running through the plains and meadows
they are not native to

Much like the happy and merry widows
that were abused

Wild Horse won't stop for anyone

Yes it's true
Heroes need saving too
They get beat black and blue
All to save damsels like you

You said it
I believed it
I ate it up
Like the starved child i am

Now I sit in silence
Wishing

Every bit of snow that falls inside an open window
Is a bit of snow that will never make the ground outside

One deep... breath
Pushing the daily grind
Contemplating in his mind
The thoughts of an old soul
In a young man's heart

Still as the world revolves
But not his