And if it ends, let it be the end.

And if it ends, let it be the end.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Grace of Rain

They blocked out the light from underneath our feet.
No heroes in a world of enemies.
This duration has exhausted our knees.
We fall together,
head in our hands.
This endless dream of scattered nightmares,
silently we sleep into death.
But no faith will go undone.
When all martyrs have left us here,
I will not abandon you.
I have my faith in God; (my sword).
Love in my heart; (my earth).
Hope in my hands; (my weight).
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I am heading to the surface,
with all of hell crawling on my back.
Come with me.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Undone

And above all else, we have lost our way in life.
As we know it, life has become a mirror that shatters very slowly.
I measured this by the seconds, and the speed of my own breath.
Because my heart races when I try to outrun my own judgment.
But still, it is the very nature of these things, that has become natural.
The sun, the moon, the air, temperature.
All; so very natural.
We are only natural and we live in the most simplest of terms.
We control our power and suffocate our wisdom.
Our lives are meaningless, when they could be endless.
All of this time, wasted, in the shortness of breaths.
Wasted in every question and of every lie.
And the truth is always so far off.
I can't fight the waves that aren't coming.
But I could sing a song.
Sing a song that only I will hear.
Sing a song of the heavens.
Sing a song of truths.
No other person will listen to that song and I don't care to show it.
Because, what I believe and always will believe, will always be the best of me.
I am no better. Just a man with a heart who only tries to use his mind in the most naturalist form.
I have wasted my time, most of the time, trying to uncover the arts of my soul.
I wanted to prove to the world, that I had the secrets that every one was looking for.
Now I sit and watch as the world spins.
Spinning in the direction that it is suppose to spin in.
The very nature of this world, the purpose of true control.
All of this, as I sit here trying to feel the world spin. Yet, I cannot help but laugh.
Because anything that is real, doesn't tell you that it's real.
You have to figure it out on your own and trust it.
Believe true to yourself and stay that way.
So when the time comes and you die on your own.
The most personal thing you will ever feel, is the understanding of your own ways.
My God, when you die, that will be the greatest of gifts you will ever receive.
A death of complete, truths and readiness for whatever will come next.
I still sit and watch but most of all, I wait.


Monday, January 27, 2014

To Die Is To Gain

I have left a trail of failures from the path of hell until now.
I haven't seen the light in days and I swear, there are men of inventions finding ways to imprison me.
 And if it's the songs I listen to, the music of devils, I will never find my way back again.

Steady, ready your caskets, give the gifts to the loving families.
Caught in the air and leaked out of our lungs.
The water is now filling up our empty lives.

We deserve what we get but how do we deserve our sentences, when the executioner is justice in the hands of destructive men?

I've seen it all and I am worst of it.
Static, is the cross I hold in my finger tips and death grips this future around my fading life.
The air becomes tight.
Children cover your eyes, nothing left to see here but the end of the world done by ourselves.
Left undead and fixed with a scar.
The angels will recognize us and say, "Come this way."
The way we have been searching for so long is clouded by the likeness of God.
So why was I this careless?
I trusted in the souls of many men who have led me straight from the path to the grave.
And foolish enough to be, I trusted myself in this nightmare of a dream.
To think the race of life, was done swiftly and violently.
Now I have led myself astray and must awake.
Awake in the heart of God,
breathe in the air of life,
ingest the fruit of this world and live to die.
But die freely.
Vengeance to reclaim my life, is mine.
You will see a change, I chose this way.

Friday, January 24, 2014

The River

In this crimson tide, I will survive.
Swimming these treacherous waters with dangerous monsters inside.
Ships sail by, but they don't see me.
I hope I can reach shore just to stand on my own two feet again.
I will get there, surely, I will make it there.
I will sail these waters back to shore with my body.
My body that will one day return to grace.
Maybe I should conform to mankind and all they have to offer.
But my path stays clear, even if I see the demons before me, I will not be feared.
I will continue to walk on, with my head held high and in the clouds.
This has become true of me, because I do not follow where mankind is going.
And I do not judge those who judge me.
I judge only those who don't think enough.
I will cut to the end if I have to. I will go straight to the source.
I will go to God and knock on his door.
Maybe this isn't the end for me, but I will be heard.
"God let me in... Or I will return in the morning."
The night goes silent and all have been cleared.
I went through hell to make it here.
I will go through hell again.
Until tomorrow.
Until the end.
I will return...
Until avenged.
 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Endless Days

The tension is getting thicker now,
I think it's time to cross that bridge.
Have you felt the demons from the inside?
Like words behind closed doors.
Make it a little bit easier, smash these fogging windows.

I have left you behind, because dreams don't wait.
When time is running out. Do you feel safe?
Numbing yourself from the inside.
So cursed you are, I can see you drowning on the outside.
 
"Free: is the wind and the sea.
Fear: is the hurricane in me."

Sinkers; deep thinkers; comfort the wolves who have tasted blood tonight.
Give us our lions and save us our lambs.
The day we have nothing, is the day we have God.

I have decided to build an "Empire In Me."

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Unknot

And as each day has risen before me.
I try to walk in the goodness of the light.
And when the night has shielded over me,
I live as I though I have died many times.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Leaders and Caregivers

Sinking, crushed by a blessing.
This is the struggle we have been fighting for so long.
When you drown your skeletons just to have ghosts sent for you instead.
That was the purpose for my haunting, to find the regret in me.
Now I have become, what I have always hated and feared.
I am the reaper.
Judgement came and judgment went.
Chaos walked these city streets, bled by the horrors that I have seen.
My beloved danger and violance that sings from your voice, trembles.
Shaking the faith from my rotted mind, with sweat dripping down my face, can you see it now?
You have proven to me that lost souls can be free.
Well, we stand to rise with the fall.
Lions and all, we stand tall to face you.
I have my voice to be heard, my lover by my side.
The loud roar from the storm and the pressence of man is known.
The final difference we will face tonight, is acknowledging fear and knowing that we are real.
In the flesh of truth and belief. Kill me now, let's walk into heaven together.
Leave earth and not alone.
...
Hell is here.
Silence my demons.
And they fall to their knees.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Perceive

One, and a million in one.
God, save us from what we lack.
You caught me in my roots, when I was just learning to grow.
Harmony and the happiness of peace, has left us in misery.
But this is what I have always wanted.
I would rather fail at my own life, than to give up on yours.
I hope God forgives me for what I lack.
But these are the answers that I seek, I search a heaven for me.
If I have fallen in love with my life, then I have loved so many times.
I hope there is a heaven for us all.
All around we are moving in the same direction, how we get there is our own personal war,
a war of decisions and choices to make.
And what we may succeed in life, may also return after our passing.
After all, death is in all of our futures.
 And God comes and goes,
but I must go with God.
I must, because I feel it in my own soul.
But, I am not naive.
I cannot perform miracles, or heal the sick with my faith.
But I do have hands, and I have the "will" to believe in all good things.
I am not selfish, I do not thank Him for my own life, I thank Him for all of the lives that have changed mine.
Wave goodbye to all of the emptiness and silence the demons.
You've made it this far, now ascend to the skies.
Remember, this is only just the beginning.
Forward together; we all must continue on.