Stuck, wandering in the dark and exploring all around.
Blind as a baby in its womb , clearer is the words that shall be said when I Am found,
No need to focus, all around me and all i see is sound.
Traveling in a lightless tomb, like a man trapped in his head.
I am walking in the dark,
My ears have gained the sight,
I can no longer see my art.
But I see anyhing that emits a sound,
To me, I see as clear as light

To live forever,
Death truly eternal, no grey hairs to show your aged wisdom.
It is A life screaming and furthermoring ******.
Companions impicting memories, there deaths tragically depressing.
Stuck Apex to the humans,
A being superior with no known end,
Would it be worth it? Maybe more gaining than losing.
But a life without aging,
Is not a life full of living

Sound of raindrops so beautiful like a melodie of harmonious moans,
Bringing me down as weight but comforting my eaars as I screech for prey To eat,
Flowers, sticks, crushed by my feet like defenseless pieces of foam,
Sacrificing themselves for my presence as I benevolently freely roam,
As I fight to maintain my role, the blood blends with the rain creating a Dilution of color,
So beautiful it quenches me to watch it flow as I lay and flutter,

This place, surrounded by rain is my home,
I am a killer but at the same time a lover,
When i **** I love
To be killed by me is to be loved by me,
from the scars on my body, to the blood in the ground remaining forever As a stain
It is all a symbol of my reign
And when I fall, whether it be from the might of another beast or bolt of Lightning,

I have not fallin by you, I have merely fallin for the rain.

In a sense I am living and roaming again.

Skies falls, true happy ones die with no regrets,
Blood reigns, depression worsens, for some it stays the same,
The young die at their peek of youth,
The old are left to await death, undoubtful truth,
But, the lonely ones,
We were here,
We will always be here,
The truth was always near,
To die isnt what we had to fear,
It was to be alone when everyone else is nothing but ash and bone,
It should be written in stone,
That in the end,  we will survive,
When all is gone, no more loneliness,
Together and forever The Lonely Ones shall roam...

Feelings of un-grander,

Misconseptions of the mind,

Thoughts of words, so slander...

Yet how can one seem so kind?

My head reaks of thoughts of hate,

Trauma that can't be left behind,

If such a thing is fate,

Then I transfer my thoughts onto several lines,

Bracefully, recovering sanity...

Its my only hope for peace in reality,

Without this, I'd be a dog rapped in chains,

Never to be set free,

Releasing constant thoughts onto several lines,

Patiently waiting... for peace to return to me

Trust..
A weakness of the mind,
Unforgiving,  Yet im still trying to find the peace I hide inside,
All that shows is scars,
Of course Noone cares,
But my chest cannot contain this,
Something I cannot bare,
Just wishing it could be a bliss,
In order to become reality, dreams must be held by a beloved who cares

Sins of my father, sins of my mother
sins of the daughter, or even sins of the brother,
your sins are not passed down to you, there merely just a choice,
a compelling one at that to do, but its only you who can really avoid,
my father sinned and my family as well,
I do not blame them for my mistakes,
although ive slipped through darkness and essence Ive let compell,
I have become a translucent shadow
this is experiences shape and experience shaped me well