You're a thumping aggressive *******
I fight you, I hate you
I love you, too 

You're a beast with no care 
You stomp on my life
You stomp on my soul
Like King Kong on a truck
Or Genghis Khan to a neck 
You've only been here to win

A huge body of heavy hard muscle
Barreling down at me
A two-ton man, you are
You truly are. You truly are.

Heated & selfish
You're sickened by my weaknesses
A King of kings indeed.

I can't tell if you even hate me back
So I'll say goodbye now, to the man who ruled
Over my personal Iron Age;
Your eyes are empty animalian jewels
And
I'll be fooled
No more.

Sometimes I cannot keep part of me
from asking the stars
where comfort can be found
without weaving the desperation
I feel under my skin
into a rope
that wraps around my tears of sadness.
I am left watching hours
take in the days
and never quite understanding how laughter
can tell someone to call out to the sky
then break and run
on the legs
of sheer madness.

My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost
inside of all I know
when I long to create an ocean of language
we both can plainly speak
without ever feeling any pressure.  
When tomorrow rings in the beginning
of what lies under all that I know to be
held in a distant place,
draped in shimmering hope ,
shall I watch you
write your name on my skin
while I cry out in pleasure?

I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies
where one has to work
in the shadows of forgetfulness
inside of a life with a smile that fades
as I regain my sanity.
The truth can be grown in silence
then burn brightly
as part of nothing and still lie beyond
that which soothes our hands
when they tremble
because we can smell the crow
we have to eat so humbly.

Listen to the lines you missed
when you stepped
into the shoes of a man
who no longer relied
on all of his senses
when you began your journey of echoes
where stars once danced.
Do you remember empty promises
as they run through the days
silent..........
even though you sing?  
Take a chance and lose your mind
when you find there is no way out,
as you rush to remind your tears,
of how they sting.

A liar does not experience one but two lies,
a lie in anothers ear and a lie in their own eyes.
How can they look in the mirror with such pride
when their life is some kind of fictional ride.
What mother is proud to admit their child is a liar,
one who only knows truth behind a lie by desire.
Believe all what you see and none of what you hear
this is what I do, due to all my internal fear.
Of being made a fool by someone who fooled me
into thinking I need to be worry free.
I have a high wall set up for everyone around me now
but for the ones who deserve to get over, will they, how?
This is the tricky part about this world of uncertainty
You'll never know who deserves a life in harmony.
You must fall to learn the pain of hitting the ground,
nothings ever promised unless it is a lesson that you've found.
The only thing that can be true and certain
is your own mind, feelings, behind your smiling curtain.
So take this as a life lesson, and carry it to your grave,
the only one we can count on is the only one who can save.