The things I've seen what do they mean? Is it the universe making earth clean?
Is it just killing all that is right?
Is it time to surrender the fight?
What god or devil has willed us here? What nation and country must we now fear?
Is it a battle for my soul?
am I too ment to pays deaths lofty toll?
Is this all I can write? Songs of paranoia and spite?
Sometimes the questions are more important than the answers.

In my youth I was a poet. Words stitched worlds. Virtue was the currency, music was Devine. Fire ment light, not bullets in flight. And angels were children, not camo coated knights.
Slowly age comes, and more of death we fear. Devils from a dessert land turn castles into ash and sand.
A angel on its way. But its wings are clay.
Icarus did fall, and on the
way to earth. He spoke of another, a lifetime away. About what he all ways feared. You see Dante was right.there is no reason left to fight. And a quite voice whispers near about earth's heathens. "The earth is another form of hell and the angels act like demons.

I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school

 
Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me

You're not a fallen angel in this
Pandemonium called life.
You're an outcast like the rest of us,
Trying to survive.

- Christina Rosa A.

A poor roman whose blood spilled,
Far from the homeland of patrician
Is how I feel currently.

As wounded as I currently am
By the grins little devils address to me
I chant glories of my torturers as they ax me down

What are they going to do with my bones. Would they sport it as jewelry,  closer to their hearts?
What are they going to do with my flesh? Have a relish on it?

What if I was destined to be a prey, not even taking a glimpse of your love by any other mean than pain...

Can I still envision it as some sort of gain, with it being the price of my very life
And so, my very dignity, or I shall say the remnants of it, are defunct along with me

lay beside me,
let my devils flee,
let me leap in glee,

you have set me free.

why were you only honest
at 3 am?

because
it was easier
for you to blend
the darkness of your soul
with the dark of the night.