4walls

my past has bled me dry. your thoughts are better recognized if i drift my soul away. as i wash myself in panic to become clean, i find myself lost once again. no wonder why the dust settles in the deepest corners. sometimes saving a savior seems to be worth much more than this. but these doors are open only a crack, and you keep pushing me back. heres a tall tail lie that i keep telling myself. all my dreams fly solo in this world of imaginary disbelief. curse my sword, my blade is dull, my guard is down. vulnerable to your existing escape. leave me where you have found me, and ill burn away. leaving only a shadow in your mind, this is a forever failing good-bye. i know we may forget each other on earth. but lets at least be friends in heaven. for what its worth, im not the man that i use to be. for the better: your the only light i will ever see. but even now more than ever, that too seems to be dull. and forever echoes quietly in the horizon. loneliness creeps in, and its been such a short while, to even remember who i was before.

everything of life and light

everything of light and life. the oceans bleed out our memories and they pour from our eyes. i remember standing there. watching as the little bit of life was still stuck in some poor old ladys body. such short breaths of air trying to hold on. calm... troubled hearts in pain. comforting? struggling? still i dont know whats worse. watching a calm person die. or a corrupt person live. the smell of death in the air, hospital beds. life passes through, in and out. coming and going. when death is on the list tonight, this place, this sanctuary is the garden of eden.

sometimes i wonder... "with my life sitting in a perfect setting of a chair. will the edge of my seat ever see the steady glare?"

will i really be ready? will i ever be ready? the one thing most people fear the most is death. for me the biggest fear is to live. our lives are made up of choices. still no matter what record we keep on earth. the facts stay the same. "our souls will never really belong to us."

murderers and executioners

ive seen bodies where no rivers have ever reached. aimlessly walking around, for the living to catch up to them. if the sun blacks out and the sky turns to red, blood red. i will rebuild you. save yourself for this exit, behind all interior, you are drifting away. nothing to me is real, your thoughts disappear into the wind. your voice drops off the earth. if you cant see my wings, then your horns have already outgrown your head. if you cant see my sword, then the fire has filled all the emptiness in the end. even in death, light has marked my living. so many souls believing in honesty and truth. the figment of my imagination is mankind preaching about all the things that arent real. but i go on flying (never drowning). why wish for peace and happiness... if heavens a myth, and hell is a legend?

they will soon become victims to these murderers.
the alternative: i am the executioner that haunts you in your sleep.
-you will never rest in peace.

cast(ing) out

"in failure" their eyes will never be able to see this side of beauty in heaven. love echoes in the wind in hope to bring the wicked home. and if it wasnt for this i still find myself still wandering in the past. but the future holds a better tomorrow for me. while others suffocate themselves, we will bloom like flowers in the spring time. because we have survived the winters. unlike any other time. i am now suffering for the loss of the wicked. i feel as if i have been drowning in quicksand all along. but god gave me the idea. to fish in it instead.

water therapy

its just a matter of time when the only fear we obtain is the fear of ourselves. all lives correspond to the ending of days. ive been searching for something in this world, ive been searching for the peace of mind. what felt like an earthquake in me, was only a signal of separation. it only takes a rock to disrupt a pond. and it only takes a pebble to disrupt my mind. the difference is, is that overtime, eventually. the pond will go back to its original form. calm. and i go off wandering, what have i been looking for all this time?

air therapy

my god lay down these paved roads for us. we are the storms coming in from the west. our future holds a barbed wire design, and our eternity will remain as legends. "hallowed be thy name." with these hands as destructive as the inevitable dream. while others retreat in panic. the cities shall burn. i hear your voice echoing in the wind. the rain beats down harder for your return. all fires have surrounded us. in time, our hands will remain unfolded. leaving a trail for the lost to be found. only to come upon a throne, of where your seat will remain.

generations by generations

these are for all the chances that you have failed at. shake hands with your martyr and dig your own grave. we pray for forgiveness but we cant even forgive ourselves. our light is the path through the darkness. i have found the war i should of been fighting for. mother mary came to me. the virgin sky on fire. if my lungs were made of gold, and my eyes shined like emeralds, i shouldn't even be alive right now.