Anthropophobia

found in the dirt. this generation cant make up for the failure of our heart attacks. so settle down let the rain wash our blood and sins away. father, i have dedicated myself to this war. ive sold my mind to the art of battle and gave my life for you. i know nothing more but all that i needed to know. i have slain the many masses of demons and ive killed that dragon that breathed fire. my mind is fixed, but i use my body to destroy evil. its all ive ever known. but now the rain cant wash this hatred away. what grows. burns. and if im a choice for this earth, and if i grow too. i will surely burn. but ill put plagues on all of their houses, and ill take them down with me. they say armageddon will come. ill make sure its in flight and welcome it home. wars of the humans are used to help benefit the ones with power. this is something they lack. they lack the goodness of this world. this is the trick the devil has pulled. we are fighting the wrong war. our insides are rotting and in a way, we are all ready dead.

vamp

before the taste of wine she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?"

the silhouette as sharp as gold follows behind me, like a shadow of death trying to understand me. it mends me in all ways bringing my soul back to life. we spend most of our lives counting grains of sand.

"the holes are all buried with dead bodies" i say, "what definition did you really need?" she follows behind me in a dress all torn up and barely knit asking me "have you ever seen my face?"

and every time i step out on the street i think of new ways to cut this city up
in a world built on love and faith
i see her face appear with a question mark and make-up smeared
all dreams are coming to an end for me.

except the fact that you never really existed at all, and if you see me when i pass, keep walking, hopefully my shadow will follow you. death has an itchy touch for redemption, and ive made a pact with the moon tonight. that this city will be overrun, all soldiers will be capitalized under my will.

she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?" i say "yes i have but i kill you every time. im bad news baby, im corrupt minded and all filled with used motor oil. im bad news baby."

in my dreams she falls and shatters into flower peddles now, i cant seem to get these nightmares out of my head. in relation to her, i feel that i kill myself every time. this city wont last the night. burn the buildings down. mend my legs back together. bring me back to life. mend my legs back together. leave none alive.

bullets with wings

all of the butterfly wings have been cut. there no more reinforcements or prisoners. i dont know about heaven, but all angels seem to be following me. im losing it. all mind and propaganda political rights went right out the window, along with the bullet followed by her fall and all of her guns. engaged in gorilla war fare, what seemed fair was only the price to pay. so i think its time we wash our blood staines away. how far off must we stand to prevent this internal war? all magicians and scientists are watching us, testing us, provoking us. like the sewers filled with muck and our ancestores leaving us stories to follow. ill trip wire this earth with her love, and wish for a better ending. ill booby trap my life so no more pain can get at me. i dont know about heaven but im ready for war. as long as this gun is strapped to my body, its not safe to walk alone. so lets make a deal. a mans best friend. ill trample over your hate so you wont see the sight of heaven. and ill go through hell to get to you. just to choke you. then ill set it all ablaze. with real flames. ill set all of your wreck lass hate of anger ablaze. with all of your names. you will remember me. and you will send her back.

igniting a bad disease

no time to vent. understand that there is life at the end of each chest. reach out, fall out. dont steal what you have not yet earned. its so easy to take a life, just like its so easy to quit yours. think before you act something we all seemed to fail at. but what to do? half of the time i feel like im through. like this world is too much for me i cant take it please let me fail it. where is the strength in that? everyday theres 100% in me and at the end of the day i have barely enough to stay alive.

for humanity! lets see how far this can go. lets write down a passage and see which way our hearts will grow. and if we arent friends tomorrow then i understand that all things dont live to the very end. and that we all must move on with what we have. sometimes some of us are better off dead. this is a known fact, that its impossible to run out of friends. while others are with you in touch. others are with you in heart. for those who laugh and dont understand. its only because they have no heart to live. "like man its hopeless for them to continue on. i feel bad for their soul. its so corrupt and unholy. sometimes i dont think that they will follow the light or even last through the night."

in the evening when everything is calm and at ease. i notice the fact that im running out of air to breathe. what i notice more is everyone i know is moving on and grabbing a piece of this world while theres still some left. only i dont know what to grab only because i feel like im too young and too strong minded. so before you take apart the rest of this world, let me just get my point across. in the end when your world is as shiny as a star and all of your dreams come true. you will live healthy till the end of your days, and on that day when your all old and gray. you look back and think. "where has my life gone?" the part of this world that you've been stealing from will fall flat on the floor. the world of corruption that you stole from will shine through your eyes, just before they shut . and all greed from your heart will pour out of your veins onto the basement floor. your star of life will go out. for you will truly die alone. for all the greed and bones you stole.

thats a life that doesnt seem worth living for.

I,Country

we were life. how could it ever come down to this? all wars and fires rage from all sides surrounding us in. closed in all walls. we are choking on the smoke. no were to go. no where to run. how could it ever come down to this? wars became ineffective when we started killing our own kind. a dead country is a widow wishing for life again.