

The PathIn the midst of the storm shadows fall to break the glass that is the lives of those desecrated by attempts to live in the light, forsaking humility. These shards do nothing more than litter the path to enlightenment, making more perilous the journey of those pain-stricken but endeared souls who are meek but fierce in thier righteousness. If my tears could wash away the blood and clense the wounds upon thier sore and battered feet, I would gladly endure all the pain and descrimination this world can so abundantly offer to see that such souls are cared for. If I am ever rewarded for my suffering it will be returned to them, for it is by them tThe Path


Sick ReligionIt's just another sleepless night accounted for by these tortureous fantasies I hold so dear. My fate is only as cruel as I choose to let it be, not nearly as cruel as some would make it seem. The stars may have crossed to bring to light these occurances in my life which haunt me day by day, but I am the one that chooses so massacistically to dwell upon them. Before I knew the reason, I pursued this pain like a religion. Now I realize that I meant to never forget. With this pain comes growth, and I just want to learn. My memories are the building blocks of my soul, influencing my dreams. These dreams, these fantasies, are the reality soon toSick Religion


Masked MakerMeet me at a place with no walls And I'll show you the true face of their maker There, I'll take off my mask And ask if these walls have to last any longer None of it matters The ivy that hides them is stronger It grows back with each attack we lash out at each other If the ivy that hides these walls would subside Then with great stride we'd align In both body and mind Why can't we find that grace place, so devine?Masked Maker


Ashes and GlassAshes to Ashes Dust to Dust It all makes sense We're all made of glass Fragile and transparent Our eyes are brought places, following thought We flaunt and taunt with things easily bought We show that we've got things others have not Sought after, not caught We continually want What morals are taught, Greed and need for things evil in seed? Bleed and be seen sacrificing. Shine! The light's bright, if you do it right.Ashes and Glass
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