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How is it that the greatest battles are always fought on your home turf, tearing up everything you seek to protect. My consciousness is usually the first thing to go. The most powerful weapon of the Allies, evil is one smart bitch. My emotional agony is my strength however. Taking physical pain is so much easier, so hit me, and take my mind off of all the guilt and rage inside. See as I vent it out on you, even when the breath stops.
I am Some one who believes in science and magick a person who believes in the seen and the unseen. I have used what i know for good and bad but i dont think that makes me a good or a bad person.
Now For a Voice From The Heart
T'would it not make sense to begin with a proper beginning?
This is why we won't and simply say we have to create a manner of deep perception in which on those whose minds are as the chaos of nature shall only understand, understand?
Having said this, I know that some have figured this out and are leaving or better yet staying, because you know I'm right and crazy, two traits that often enough collide. OK, to conclude the start, you simply need to know that what I am is perceptive and often depressed and aggressive so know now what the following poems, lyrics, ect. won't be about rainbows and butterflies.
ONE THOUSAND MASKS
Surrounded by a thousand smiles
masking a million worries,
Are we left with naugth but impressions
concealing our emotional flurries?
Tear out the tongue
gorge out the eyes,
take away everything
eminating your lies
Because when it all ends
and your music fades
all of your protection
will just burn away
A broken glass
sits still on the floor
One thousand faces
are thousands no more.
Chains and Manacles
Guilt ridden and broken, tears fall from the sky
Again and again, and eternity to cry
But tears don't change people, gripped by desire
My sin is relentless, a swift growing fire
Manacled by my anger, and chained by my pride
It's these that control me, my regrets left to hide
Scarred in all the wrong places, places you don't see
Dark hands still holding, an embargo on me
Restricting my emotions, holding tight to the soul
Parasitically devouring, leaving a
Hopes and Dreams
Are broken apart,
When love runs on,
A shattered heart.
You tell your tale,
And bare your soul.
To be taken as you are,
To be welcome as a whole.
But then, reality strikes!
Shattered pieces on the floor.
What hopes you have,
You have no more.
No hopes, no dreams,
No rays of light.
No heart, no soul,
No sweet goodnight.
With Broken hearts,
And Shattered dreams.
Nothing will ever
Be as it seems.
Something to make me whole
I stand alone now a broken man a broken soul
Looking for something in this life to make me whole
Loneliness is my true friend this I do know
Because in my hardest times it still wont go
I?m looking, searching for the one thing to guide me
But I?m still cloaked in darkness I trust it to hide me
I desperately need an answer but I?m scared that I will find
Something even more confusing that should have stayed behind
But yet I still search for this piece that very important sign
The more I search and look I lose more of what is mine
Gone is all I've worked for all I know
Don't mourn for me I want no sorrow.
Still I concentrate hard letting my thoughts intertwine
But in the end I?m still confused and tangled like a vine