When broken bones and bloody eyes turn to scars,
Trembling lips and withering smiles curse the stars.
Our hands do the dirty work of evolutions eternal war,
We break them down rending and tossing their mask afar.
They’ll curse and weep beneath our steady hands.
As enemies, in splintered unity they’ll try to stand.
But soon they’ll see why we tear and rip at their hope,
For soon amidst the shadows and inky darkness they’ll grope.
From their singed corpse we’ll smite the false truths and lies,
So from their ashes they can be reborn and within new fire, rise.
Through scars of a bloody past they view the world
Through wounds inflicted by ancient children they live.
Breathing hatred, breathing agony, Bleeding despair
No hope just anger
No love only revenge.
Their true enemy is their memory,
The memory that battles progress.
They can’t escape the paradigm,
they seek transgressions
they hate what they find.
It is their addiction.
Blind to their sins they preach broken truths,
justice born from death is what they seek.
That corrupted spawn they worship,
scion of hate and deception.
For this they live.
For this they die.
By paradigms sin.
My mother maybe black and my father yellow.
My eyes brown and skin tan.
My hair black and teeth white
But grey is my mind.
Does it matter the color of my minds matter
That grey glob that sits secure
Shielded from ignorance forged in piano keys
tempered in crimson and gold.
Ignorance and hate are glass and crystal
Amplifying the fears of our ruby hearts.
Lime and coal mark our souls
We had no choice.
Stuck in the past they die at last.
Leaving their Cooked forge behind.
The gray dusk haze wraps its palms around my neck
The tired heavens sighs as it rests its sullen eyes
Calloused feet slide wearily across the old crying deck
The inky night slowly captures blazing celestial fireflies.
A salty gem descends your porcelain face
You tremble sending quakes into my heart
Emotions weave silently into my heart of lace
A rogue prayer is murmured for us to never part.
Through my windows I stare into your depths
And through mine you see my hidden truth
From crooked ceiling to down my hoary steps
From my shadowed basement to my rusty roof.
But through my bloody panes I through my lust
And now I wait for you to show your love coated in dust.
Who we love they all despise
and strike with hungered eyes
Those that they cherish we hate
We throw them at the reapers gate
Bone, blood, flesh and air
Fill us all just like love and despair
So why do we snarl at the river
If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.
Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry
The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief
The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody
The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee
The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy
The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear
Inspiration has its age
The quietus has its reign
It all started on an empty page
It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be
I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly
No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold
I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told
It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be
I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.
Dreams of rivers drenched in light
Visions of dancers in the dusk
Wailing opera in the night
The dawn breaths its rosy musk
To live inside a box
Gilded in gold chains
With doors made of rocks
With all four limbs restrained
You’ll truly know true terror
If you step outside that door
But if you stay inside for ever
Your heart will always crave for more.