Cruel Intentions

Oh the night, it calls for revenge.

Delightfully awake I lie, awaiting his arrival. 

Dull dreams pass so lucid. Loud pipes pass to drown out your plead.

Stars fall like meteors, going round round round, you better hide hide hide.

Now the lights wont blind us anymore. We'll roam this earth once more, forever in darkness.

Our vengeance will be set in stone, he's got a message and a plan named justice.

Walking down a bear plain in Reno Nevada, he's digging up a 6 footer.

The satisfaction's his for the night.

Now the music plays out loud, you're strings been cut short.  

How much longer? who knows, it matters for the dastard. 

It wont be any longer, poor bastard.

Sound the alarm, it's taste like retribution tonight. 

I'll keep an eye out for the pigs and clean the mess you've made.

Quiet now, the struggle is quite pointless.

We'll say a prayer, throw in some roses. The damned die quick.

Sleep now so soundless. Your hands are tainted red.

I'll wash them off, they'll bear no malice.

The brink of daylight brings remorse in no way.

The night forgets, its almost a dream. 

Adventures

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Immanuel

Blessed are the fallen; When time turns to dust, our wings burn off our shoulders. Even in the long departure from heaven, we seem to mesmerize the final stages of human nature. His hand, most almighty, cast down His punishment in which I suffer dearly. The road we lead ourselves to, paints the picture clearly for all to see, and at which God says and enchants," It's for your own good," to this my back ignites throwing my arms in forgiveness only to be shun out by bright ambitions, sacred to the heart. At this the fall begins and ends in earth. Only those who choose to bow to a sleeping king shall corrupt the weakened, torture the poor, break the fragile ones, and destroy the advancements in spiritual healing.
     My treacherous thoughts render me of any innocence I have left of my childhood; at which times of so long ago seem so close almost tangible. So incapable of seeing the truth right in front of our eyes-bear naked- blinking would only kill a second.
     In my time of dying, when I release all my darkest of secrets, the world and heaven will come together at last, in one final terrible battle completely abolishing all living beings, in a selfish act of war! That's when I'll be reborn. Pitch black feathers made of mother nature. I will rise with my fallen soldiers to take whats rightfully mine..... 

Tress and Hills

Cut away from the shouts and yells,
just leave the door unlocked,
come inside when their all outside,
I'll keep us sane in here.
Throw away all the shit you hear,
no one sees you run around,
in the dark through the trees and hills.
I'll show up fashionably late again.
Race around,
make tidal waves,
so absurd,
the turns make you vomit.
So now I'm lying here for you,
patient and seductive.
Not now,
write me some other time,
play me another tune.
Stop here,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk.

Trouble

A weightless, semi-erotic kind of view, stands close to the timid and painful. 

Is this maroon gaze you give me tear my poor eyes apart?

So sing it to the deaf, blind and mute.

Salvaging all drugs for you my dear.

Bloom in view for others to see and let them wash you off their skin.

Bloom for few, cast a shadow so gargantuan it swallows the whole sky.

So faithful but drunk you are on these cold nights.

I get sick once midnight strikes. 

Never will I wait for you across the sea.

I'll get the feeling in my pit like needless scrapping down an icicle.

If I fall, don't blink twice, fall down with me to the last floor and let the sirens of ambulances,

be the last of wordily noises.   

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Don't ask

It was  cold the night you forgave me, my tears fell so quietly down my cheek.

Such strong words seem meek.

It came undone, unfastened by glycerin.

The flames consumed you whole, and i'll ask, "was it worth it?"

Dark was the night

breathe

You've been hallowed out good.

They tried to hold me under ground, with so many false hopes.

Now you got two days older, you try to speak of the truth, but your eyes they hide.

Well I've tried, and you cried, cried. 

Now you got time to wonder, ponder whats real and whats not.

They must be brainwashing your head, lie still the cold benumbs your toes.

Now that thats all over, you lie, deceit, play out the last cards.

But you've been blinded by pride, 

they must be cleaning your head, unholy becomes your title.

But I swear, I'm not with you. Just pray for more rain.

The kind that cleans right out fake righteousness ,

and if our days are numbered, 

oh please leave your whines and whimpers at the door.

Swimming around the court yards, brings back nostalgic memories.

Well I never had the way, just a little tug-pull,

the pants they slid so clever.

Explosions throughout the veins, the satisfaction and physical attraction, 

desire takes hold, the sheets will need some cleaning.

Well things have changed ever since you naive fool.

Time folds out, priest preach for days, and on your knees to serve again. 

Now that you have the luxury to struggle on earth, I'll renounce my faith, and strive for survival. 

You better withdraw with such force dear tormentor.

My hearts' his for the taking.

Now you fight back at me, with so many intellect blessings.

And good-natured souls arrange mindful conversations.

All those ghost, lost in entombment, they'll beg,

to be alive again.