The moon glistens in the frightening dark
As the lone wolf howls at heavens light
But the gods no longer see it
They’ve lost their sight
Crime plagues humanity
And filth roams the earth
The blind gods sit motionless
What are they worth?
And us their creation
We are worse than them!
we are no different from the beast
We’ve just taken its den
My body is made of shadows
And my soul of despair
I’ve walked, eyes wide open
Through the demon’s lair
My body is made of shadows
And my soul, it persists
Then why is nothing in that mirror
Why do I never exist
One, two, three, four…
Counting tiles on the roof
What happens around matters not
Death means nothing
How many tiles have we got?
To bring you back
I would smite the devil
And plaster his head upon the walls of hell
Just to return you
From your earthy slumber
To dig you from that mound of flowers
I would burn them all, myself within
Just to see your face again
I would crush heaven and
All gods that blocked me
Just to hold you in my arms
To see your face again
To feel your hand in mine
I fly on shaky, patched up wings
Weighed down by a potpourri of things
Feelings, love, bonds and trust
Drag me down through each mild gust
But these things I could never simply release
And then sleep through the night with ease
No in fact each gust just makes me more bold
As I fly through the wind with the gold that i hold
Water encompassing my lifeblood
Sorrowfully, sloshing, slapping, slaying
My mind and body, drowning the rest
I stand eroded by the waves of apathy
Crushed by the tides of nothing
I stand eroded by the waves of apathy
A shell of a man, cracking slowly
Pieces falling to the floor
Until they are dust
And I… am no more
You have loved me like noone else would I
Tore at your love greedily, for I loved you without a doubt
My feelings were crushed when you left then scattered in the sky
Heart remained broken, consumed by the fire fueled by you, you lout!
Out came my apathy and there it rests forever nigh
Slowly on the wings of the devil, I fly
Blood red juice drips slowly from it’s chin
Looking at the carcass of the fruit thats been eaten in
The juice mixes with and hides the blood from it’s wounds
Eyes look with anger, eyes that have nothing left to lose
Eyes that hide the blood with the pain
Unnoticed like tears in the rain
He hates to fight
She hates him more
He cries at night
She’ll just ignore
He finds the rope
She turns her back
He ties it tight
She starts to pack
He starts to choke
She leaves the home
He whispers “goodnight”
She’s all alone
She regrets it now
Her tears fall
She misses him NOW
She starts to bawl
She finds the rope
She blankly stares
She dives to hell
He’s waiting there
