They call me the Angel of the Pit,
Abbadon, the Bringer of the Dark.
About myself are few stories writ,
My true form no mortal can hark.

In this black abyss of pain I lie,
Torturing sinners left and right.
This hell is eternal, these sinners
Shall't die, here in this absence of light.

My domain, this pit, has no end,
Yet it is full of sinners whose flesh I
Must rend. Mankind's doom echoes off
The walls, and yet to this hell more and
More crawl.

With this abundance of souls I can't
Complain; It keeps a Demon busy!
But the sheer evil of man, well, it
Sometimes makes me dizzy!

Hell Hounds teeth gnash their flesh,
I erase their recollections' to keep the
Pain fresh. For their Crimes they must
Atone, it'd be a shame for me to be all
Alone.

And I'll wait for Your soul here, in my
Pit that has no bottom, for the evil of
Your society damns you, pity that you
dwell in a modern *****.

A boy of fire rose from the earth
And a girl of water fell from the sky
And they thought “so long as we are together,
Neither of us shall die”
But then a tower of stone rose from the ground
And the girl of water was cast down
And into the earth her body did seep
As the boy of fire weep
Into  a mighty inferno he did alight
To rise to the sky in a pillar of light
And he demolished that tower of greed
And in doing so had laid the seed
For from the ashes rose a man
With fiery flesh and a skeleton of sand
A coat of water to seal him in
A signal to all that this wasn't the end

I am broken, and I do not know why,
I want to fix me, but I cannot try.
What’s busted inside will not be fixed.

Its pervasive and deep, like an old ****,
Though I pull and pull it will not heed.
Sometimes emptiness cannot be nixed.

My garden has grown dull and dreary,
My hands and muscles long since weary.
Though still I till my barren field.

My skin darkened by the baleful sun,
Though only small victories are won.
Said work ensures my fate is sealed.

From this labor my soul is chiral,
As I toil onwards to the downward spiral.

I can feel her slipping away, oh how I wish she would have stayed. This is the price I must pay, if I only wouldn't have been such a coward that day.

Oh I love her, this I now know, it's a crying shame that this realization came so slow. Now she's off with him in a different flow, and oh how that fact has laid me so low.

I'd say that indescion was my greatest flaw, I can confidently Say that I've broken no laws. Now this shame is my shawl, inside me this sickness crawls.

She humbled my pride, tore down my walls, now my conscious tans my hide, and from my throne of arrogance I fall.

Sometimes I ask myself "what if" but inside I know it be no different.  Inside me something shifts, if only I hadn't been so distant.

I wonder where it all went wrong, or that maybe it was meant to end like this all along.

To her I was a peasent, to me, she was divine. Although our relationship wasn't always pleasant, I'd give anything for just a little more time.

And now here I stand on the edge if this wall, like an Icarus posed to take a great fall. And all for the want of a mate, it really is a shame that people only care when it is far, far to late.

For those I cherish I die in glory.
Surely I'll perish, but it will be quite a story.

So come bring on all that you've got,
I'll not move from this spot

I'll fight and I'll bleed and my anger
You'll see.
You can be **** sure that when I die,
I'm Taking You with me

Paradise
What a lovely place it must be
No War, No Hate, Peace as far as the eye can see
If only a piece of Paradise I could steal
If only Paradise were real

Slip off the edge

Into the clear water

All by himself

No One gets hurts

The water's clear

And it's deep

The water's cold

He's not innocent

Don't feel bad

This is what he wants

To sink

Let him sink

Let him drown

I want to sleep

Look into the Dark
What do you see?

A Reflection?
A Monster?
"No, just me."

You gaze into the Abyss
And it gazes into you
It eyes hard to miss
And its intentions impossible to
Construe

Settled upon on a Charred Throne
In A Kingdom long since burned
The Lord of Ashes waits alone    
His court forever adjourned

He is adorned in ancient rags,
His Crown a dying Ember.
Waited upon by umber crags
For a purpose none remember.

He muses of ages since begotten  
And of clashes his blaze had won;
He collapses into nothingness, forgotten
Flakes fading one by one.

The Phoenix King rises from his pit unabated
His inner flame burning bright, having never truly faded.

Have you met the Saddest Turtle?
The one who always cries?
The one who's life is full of hurtles?
The one that hopes he'd die?

If you see the Saddest Turtle, tell him I said hello.
Tell him I'm sorry for his party to which i did not show.
The saddest Turtle has a friend, Jolly Octopus,
A loud Friend, one who contends himself as life's Magnum Opus

Oh what a friend destined to mend the Turtle's broken heart,
if only that is the octopus did in the Turtle's life take part.

So if you see the Saddest Turtle
Tell him I said I'm "Sorry",
Sorry for the misfortunes in life
That made him so chary.

What a Fickle thing a Heart must be
For you to Treat is so Terribly

A world has fallen
Its principles abandoned
Its people scattered to the wind
Now only ashes remain, where once was prosperity
Skittering haunts amongst the ruins
Ghosts of men, sunken eyes
Never to rise again

They live here, in filth in squalor
Knowing nothing of the Sun
Its radiance has no place here
Its warmth long forgotten

Instead they play as Kings and Gods
Blissful in their ignorance and want
Empty as the world they inhabit
Longing for purpose they could not comprehend

These spirits are restless
Anger fills their ethereal hearts
They claw at a present unknowingly begotten
The halls of the past marred with the signs of their fury
Struggling for meaning lost to time forgotten
Working now only with broken parts
They wander eternal, deathless