Of all these dreams I've been sold,
All the lies I've been told,
The more tired I grow
How much longer will my soul hold?

I've come to realize and know
My soul should now be bold
Of all the dreams I've been sold
And all the lies I've been told,
The more cold my heart grows,
Sick have I grown of unfaithful hoes and
Backstabbing '' bros''

Life is colder you'll know,
The older you grow,
The harsher the road,
More knowledge you'll gain
And pain you'll come to know
And Inside
your soul will break out of control
Blood will begin to flow
But stronger you'll grow
The more you come to know
As sorrows of truth unfold.pushing the envelope
testing the bounds
so-called reality
fragile as it sounds

contemplating life
delicate dreams
structured hopes
in between the seams

ignoring ignorance
hateful crimes
cruel lost world
deadly times

one angry bullet
screaming insanity
count the dead
lusting vanity

brave in silence
question it all
just a thought
You have death in your veins
Blemished in the woven dark
Your promise has fallen to the floor

From your pores, you seek
A truth that now has spoken
Etched in the gallop of stolen time

In the garden of our discontent
The lilies have withered
The stigma of scent

Falls upon me
You are a book of skin
You are a book of history

Sometimes I thought I could read you
When I skipped a page etched too deeply
In the echo of your memory

I spoke , once too often
I spoke, once too late
Forsaken, I became
Abandoned by your Love.

can't sleep at night my soul is tormented by demented and resentful demons, saw a glimpse of Satan in my bathroom last night hell yeah that s*** was scary but then again I went to pondered and worried and wondered if anyone else saw them, you're delirious woke up the next morning yawning Lucifer was right behind me with a horror voice of words something like hunting it was frightening but with daylight I knew I was somewhat safe the demons came to the table and demanded new fresh food so I give him cereal put my Italian shoes on starting my car then I realize there are no demons talking to me or Lucifer behind me or Satan trying to trap me it's all in my head, this is sickening illness called schizophrenia, so that means my daughter for doesn't even exist because I can't even remember your moms first or last kiss or her name at that, these demons orse the delusions of the Devils come in the future trouble, muscles tormented every night make sure to use personalities that I create in my head without even trying sometimes I just want to wake up dead or not wic about all my mind is a tragic terrible place not fun at all these characters personalities running in this rat race make my life a disgrace in a miserable tragedy someone just f****** kill me is the medication that can help me I see people who do exist I talk to people who are not there its at the point where I don't care anymore its at the point where I can't walk into the store without the nervous star, we have a psychological illness life is triple unfair we're natural born warly sandwitches we can possess things provoke them to see him do me a favor and kill me just do it.