Trudging through Humanity's soul we live on. With fists held high and screams of outrage, our world turns red as crimson paints the scene. Growls of pure anger from flights of descending demons; and still a Holy war of God's warriors rages on. Though bleeding and broken we stay determined, for our love of God keeps us gracefully alive. Not threats of hell or a demon's roar can brake our faith, for our faith is our hearts. The heart of a warrior of God. Oh Father! give us strength for the evil we
I wrote this for my best friend and great grandfather who died. I want this beauty to have me, please light, enfold me completely. Let this love penetrate the dark passageways to my heart. My drams shy away from the sunshine that touches everything with it's rays, how beautiful the warming rays. Floating above the ocean that crashes into it's self is my spirit,i hope it conveives the new day i long to breathe. Protect me gently from the words that pierce through skin. Her me sing in a caress to
Sitting in a room alone she cries; everyone she knew left her to die. There she sits in solitary confinement. She swears she'll never love again. If only she could forget the bruises and remember the smiles, if only she could have peace at night. Each tear that falls is shaped by her heart's inability to keep quiet. The disbelief still flows freely, her mind's retaliation unpredictable. What torture will she inflict on herself for sins not commited? She'll strap herself to the electric chair and
I have upstaged you perfectly, i have conquered you beautifully. This day has been thought of methodically. Creative seeds is what brought us here, standing in your own puddle of deterioration. This have proved my evolution, it has sustained my ingenuity. Painful ripping has seperated you and i, the stitches told the story of our falling out. I should've been already gone; you were in the spotlight for too long. Presumptions challenges killed us, love bureaucracy ended us. Your ugly link has die
Fresh blood is spilt under the glowing moon. Another night of suffering has come to meet my dreams. Living dead in a world of black and white is so tiring. I'm stuck in the shades of gray. The beautiful light is not an option. The tears can't explain the devastation in past scenes. Enemies align. I fall. I'll pick myself up and face the burning sun; somebody has to lead the pack of broken warriors, kids of sin and doubt. Screaming drowns the sarrow I drag behind me so well. We can survive this.
My heart is the core of where I deny everything, it's where my world lives in the dominion of fiction. Burning inside of me fabrications keep my eyes wondering. I should be searching for a parable, I should turn my head from the constant misconceptions. There is something about this love, something I can't run from. Reach down deep inside me and find the truth, bring me to my knees and repeat the words. I have discovered tears I can't cry, I have found the soul I'd forgotten cradled with a res
I'm out of control, the dirty deeds killing everything I am. The pain is burning me alive from the inside out. Rage is an unstoppable force driving the sins I hate to love. Someone save me! Nobody knows the secret I keep beneath my skin, skin that crawls with self war. The devil is leading me down his flame infested exsistence, God help me! In the devil's hand is the soul I'm trying to salvage with everything I have. I'm sinking lower, suffocating under the changes. I'm trying
