Through the glass and into hell.

Know I sliced the throat
of the demon to be
I sacrificed purity for a life of sin
all in an attempt to kill hells king
on a battlefield centered within
but only in the mirror, do demons reside
I look to my reflection to glimpse inside
but to this fight I was momentarily blind
for that neck that ripped, was really mine.

Easy street.

Welcome to the window shopping streets
where beauty is seen shallow, skin deep
want to break out while following the sheep
talking prince charming so sow what you wanna reap
want to move forward so why'd you bind your feet
so keep on going with your loins in heat
back talking on how we're all just creeps
gotta think twice about the company we keep
or the future we'll meet with hate filled babes, born in heaps.

Stained duvet.

Satanic mindset
heaven waits in debt
fall hells depth
pass the mothers that wept
the fathers who left
all the twisted children dead

and fall into the ready made bed.

picture this.

A different avenue
another kind of view
framed the same
but signed by another's name
look around but the picture remains
 "Whats the message, whats the gain?"
"Life"
take a step back amazed
but postures unfazed
even though the voice shrieked
it seemed timid, tamed
maybe like me its trapped
in this, picturesque cage.

Painted smile.

Witness the clown frown
be up, fall down
liquor hound 'till the sorrows drown
as tomorrows smiles, are duty bound
life upon, a merry-go-round.

Grave of gold.

I want to value life
for all I can see is the cost
the daily grind and the hourly strife
so keep me lost, until six feet under the cross.

A body, coffin dressed in disguise
here is where the currency dies.

Mind's eye.

See the unseen

where the blind man has been

and witness life, inside a dream

an urban jungle turn to pastures green

and murky waters turn to a life filled stream

yet, we share the same world, or so it would seem

but the mind holds the key, to the sights unseen.

Soul mates.

Have you ever felt, the pain inside

where you have to travel, hell to find

well I have, when I'm not with you.

All I want is to see the sun above

but here I am, beneath the dust

and all I can see, is someone I can trust.

Is it you?

Question answered, with those eyes

a perfect picture, burned in the mind

and from the debris tired hands did climb.

From atop the mound

the lethargic soul, was here and found

with angelic tears the prince is crowned

and a cross is put upon, the human ground.

Open.

Faith through observation
fact through investigation
truth through correlation

Love.

Your a lit flame
warm like seduction
but burn the embrace
and here you are dying
still doing the same.

 Your just a concept
with nothing to gain
with no known state of being
yet we all know your name
like a constant shared state
mistaken as a game
something to lose
or something to blame
and here you are dying
and we're still doing the same.

Time protects.

Magnify the moment past
witness the ripples it casts
the buildings destroyed, as the tsunami crashed
and all the blank faces, as it happened too fast.

The tide retreats back to its home
the affected hearts, are free to roam
as the fish it left behind, turn to heated bone
and fossilized in time's, protective dome.

Old wet flags.

Red flag, dripping on the streets
civilization walks on blood red feet.

Stand up, salute  show it respect
not when its dyed,
with the color of those it chose to reject
look close its sewn with the unified lies.

Over time we separated, with the Continental shift
so plant the old wet flag, like divisions a protective gift
but the border stops
at the worlds end, for that is, where freedom lives

Veil of bricks.

Who's the phantom behind the podium, dead eyes
the aged reading lines, that give birth to lost lives.

Demons hide behind the veil, like built walls
phantom's their puppet, make sure humanity falls
he'll twist the words to fit behind a nationalists call
to ensure a following, in which to enslave us all.

Flashback

Looking back on, the journeyed road
on all the mistakes, that glow in the cold
and littered body parts, that loved ones have shown
the cut wounds that leave scars, from stitches sewn.

I was handed the world and I threw it away
what I wouldn't give to replay yesterday.