Moving on

So used to the sunset falling on these four walls
so used to the noise seeping through all these halls
And yet I feel life is far away
I can never escape
The chains that tie me down
to the ground

What is life on the other side?
Is there freedom from these rules we must abide?
There’s no telling how
I could ever live without

Moving on my life seems so plain
All this structure has, eroded my brain
Corrupted by the restrictions my mind cannot stand
Is this really what God had really planned?

What is life on the other side?
Is there freedom from these rules we must abide?
There’s no telling how
I could ever live without

Sunset atop the burning sea

Anchored I am to the falling sky
Wings clipped I cannot fly
Burdened by my own fears
Lost adrift the end is near

When beauty disturbed with innocence
Gazes the nights of dreadful ignorance
Fully alive yet no longer breathing
The beat of my heart no longer beating

The heavens rain no more devastation
The floods of crimson destroy the nation
When the sea burns with a holocaust beyond reckoning
The world asleep will no longer no the ending


Where trees drown from the red
Soul and mind rest peacefully dead
Tomorrow is just the sequel to yesterday
The beginning and the end all the same

How does the heart become so filled with hate
To kill the world and leave weeping to the state
No longer guilty the violence will never end
Even when we are dead and gone not even then

The path I walk of destitute serenity
Comatose by hostile enemies
The field of life now withered and gone
The song once song now is done

The blood on our hands never to be washed away
Leave me be to my world in dismay
When all is gone who will we have to blame but ourselves
And when the ocean burns earth and heaven fall into chaotic hell

Misery bless me with knowledge yet unknown
To the sleeping world my song lives on still to be sewn
When my eyes shut I will wake from this nightmare
To repeat a life lived in brutality and fear

The life slowly sucked from my fragile bones
Mind slowly eroding from the deafening tones
When the sunsets across the burning sea
Only then will we truly run free

Fate

Unknowingly blessed with the knowledge of nothing
Something becomes regretfully nothing
Where does truth lie with in this world we know
Lies and deceit pave the way for the blizzard and snow
Fate is nothing more than a mere perception of life
Fate is a fiction used to explain the lies
Fate is nothing more than an excuse for a battleground
Just like religion is a reason to genocide
The life in me will surely die
Who knows what will happen just let life live on
And who’s to say how to live our lives
Who’s to say to pick up our knives?
That rust from the age-old blood of hypocrisy
Where is this life that we can call our own
Where is this God who has made our bones
Is fate anything at all but just a fallacy?
The world is only what you make it to be
Fate is nothing just a figment of imagination
Fate is the cause of a thousand burning nations
Fate can only lead to bleeding innocence
Fate is the disaster that plagues our very existence



Mother don’t cry for me
Mother I’m not a disease
I am what I am please don’t leave

Stranded alone
To the unknown
My fragile bones

Promise I may
Die someday
Cry for me in dismay

Forget the love
The holy dove
Do not shove

My deterioration
This corrupt nation
All the world a devastation

Crescendo the silence
Build the fear
Let not troubles blind

Lost innocence
Disturbing here
Let not my love be unkind

Act in repentance
The torn down stairs
The way to heaven is made from crime

Mezzo the ignorant
Soften thy ears
Listen to the wind chime

Lost in the distance
Lost in the years
Lost in space and forgotten time

Waves crash down
All around
Fall into sleep, make no sound

Rest my darling
Arise in the morning
Confused and screaming

Eyes to the moon
We’ll be together soon
Bones washed by the monsoon

Together we part
Separated from the start
Hope for a broken heart

Temptation lives
Nothing to give
Sail beyond
Soul is gone

End is nigh
Parting skies
All must die

Waves crash down
All around
Hush my child, make no sound

Hope dwindles on a string
My voice its song no longer sings
Tied to the sea, my dream is no longer me
Sanity dwells, amongst those in hell
Harp and flute no longer play
Drum and bugle in harsh disarray

Contorted minds think similar thoughts
The moon shone bright in clouds of rot
Long was the time, we were all a rhyme
A book for a poet and a gun for the soldier
A dirty thought from an angelic holder


Keeper of sins holds the key to the way of life
The man with no eyes sees all in his sight
Gratitude for those who show none in return
When the fire melts the bones I rest in my urn

Build me a castle made of straw and stone
Build me a heart meant to live alone
Teach me what must be known
Kill me with the thought that I own

Perpetual burn on a ship sent for lust
Digging for gold my plunder is dust
The reaper himself is nothing but a name
When I am gone nothing will change

A diary for a broken man
Is a final bout one last stand?
A pirate and a whore
No children she bore
In the countryside
Where her people cried
In the sediments of life
She is the bleeding knife
In the fountain of youth
Lies a fool tells becomes his truth
fate and destiny all is the same
When the song dies it feels no pain

So muse of confusion forgive me not
Let me on my thrown slowly rot
The sands of time have no toll
The bell shall ring and sever us whole
Remember not who you are but who you were
When the future is present the past is a blur

When one throws a stone in a house of glass
He bites the feeding hand to gain repass
The moon is high the water is deep
I shall surely drown in the tears that I weep
Driven from home
So long ago
Lost with the river never to be known


Cycles turning in opposite motion
The seas waves out of proportion
Time stands where the universe ends
His home a hermit’s and his words do not blend

Secrets of a king long since gone
The bard refuses to play his songs
Hold me close but never come near
Trapped on line that is obscure

Meant to lose but always will win
A virgin tells a story to give birth to twins
Enemy lines and dust of my bones
These are the words a wise man once told

When all is blooming in the shadow of death
Burry my heart along with its theft
Watch me rise when nothing is left
But the image of a man on the heavenly steps

Confusing and careless the words mean nothing
But to the poet his mind thinks it something
Heaven is far and heaven is near
Hell is my home as well as yours I fear

Purging your life to begin a new
The ending in sight is made askew
Ask not of his name, glory, or fame
But of his song and he surely shall play

When doubt of reason finally gives in
The gluttony for lust completes his sin
I am he and he is I
The world shall not know until we die