On the verge of innocence But you was so meticulous In your vicious wickedness I had no idea of your fecklesness Then you left me there to die I could see the evil in your eyes You tried so hard your evil to impart But I'm not as weak as you had thought In your wickedness I will take no part
Instead I'll forgive you and steal that power That you thought over me would tower
For no one can take my empathy For I have tasted the agony Of many lifes and many years I've cried a million tears
And I can see the pain in others Even when they try to cover With happy smiles that don't reach the eyes I see the tears that they lock inside And always I'll stand by their side That in our agony we can connect I'll never be one that will reject
For I've traveled the road their going down Many times in fact, I know the bumps and the sounds Even been chased by the devils hounds But every time I do rebound But with the passing years it's getting harder And soon one day I know, I'll be counted as just another martyr
I can't stand to become that person again. I can be strong as long as I keep this blade close to my skin. Locking away each deep little thought. Accidentally remembering the ones I forgot.
The darkness is a consuming the very essence of my mind. Searching for the light, but I'm becoming more blind. Coming to terms with who I crave to become. Stripping away any remaining innocence, immorality impossible to overcome.
A man kills a man. A ****** blasphemes the resplendent soul of the angelic; ravaging the virtuous house by way of his wicked rapine. Yet the effulgent heart has relinquished the curse of enmity - the noble finds no solace amid the rancor of Hate. Hatred is naught but a vile curse, a bane which plagues the wielder with strife.
Truly I maintain, a condign response commands grace and repose. Do not tolerate the sedative pleasure Hatred bears, for alike an ****** the analgesic peculiarities will soon turn to misery - unloosing the very wickedness the righteous heart held in such abhorrent contempt.
Only Love can oppose the venom of Hatred and lead the wicked to righteousness. Love will invariably triumph.
A little different from usual, I hope someone gets something out of it. Composed during meditation.