This house lies in rubble.
A veritable pit.
Are there not more remains?
Is this all? Is this it?

My skin is damaged,
and stained with red blood.
Devastation comes
Like a torrential flood.

There was no sympathy.
We never had trust.
In the shadows of betrayal,
I fade into dust.

Kids at school.
Dogs fed.
House clean.
Groceries purchased.
Car washed.
Desk organized.
Body healthy.

So why am I so scared?

She was beautiful.
She was smart.
She was mine.

But somehow, I let it slip away
before my eyes.

So instead of being the man
I wanted to be.

I'm sitting here in a ***** tonk bar,
drowning my misery,
to the sounds of Jason Aldean.

You've got me,
You've got me,
In the harsh grip of your madness.

You feel me,
You feel me,
as I try to break free.

You toss me,
You toss me,
To the edge of forever.

You burn me,
You burn me,
'Til I have nothing left.

You strike me,
You strike me,
With a fist of cold vengeance.

You thrash me,
You thrash me,
Until I am shattered.

You tempt me,
You tempt me,
with the heart of the beast.

You hear me,
You hear me,
as I shout into the darkness.

You trap me,
You trap me,
In a prison of flames.

You crush me,
You crush me,
until I turn into dust.

Sorry sir, you're here too soon.
Please take a seat in our waiting room.
Listen for when your number's called.
It may be a awhile, after all.

Be sure to fill out the forms with care,
and take time to mark in every square.
If you miss even a single one,
Your chances of success are done.

Try to ignore the unpleasant smell,
and that guy speaking loudly on his cell.
You must realize that on the whole,
These things are beyond our control.

Yes, this may use up most of your day.
How long will it be? We can't really say.
At least forty minutes it's going to take,
as half our people just went on break.

Two hours later, front of the line.
You want to be done with wasting time.
We can clearly see your nerves are fraught,
but it appears that have you missed a spot.

To the back of the line to make your correction.
Believe us, it's for your own protection.
No jumping ahead, as the rules dictate.
Once again sir, you'll have to wait.

We sense your patience is quickly fleeting,
but any anger would be self defeating.
You're back at the front, with forms composed.
But sadly, this office has just been closed.

There, on the edge of the Midnight river,
her cares get washed away.
Crystal clear, the endless current,
rides through the misty bay.

Through the fog, a tiny tear,
falls softly down her cheek.
For many years, she's nursed her wounds,
and fought through being week,

In the heart of the forest there,
she'll find that which she seeks.
Watching the tiny insects dance
Across the sky in streaks.

No secrets, no disguise,
No more fury in her eyes,
No deception, no more lies,
Just the glow of fireflies

There I wait by moonlit night
thinking of what I’ve not done right.
By the beach side near the crashing waves,
a mess of chaos, wind and rage.

The torment in the nearby sea
may as well just be the soul of me.
Lightning dances on the horizon line,
As we pay the price for natures crime.

Not far for me the city speaks
in a voice so soft, so calm, so sweet.
By the waters wracked by fear
I know it’s close but I barely hear.

Just a scant few miles away,
The concrete colossus guards the bay.
And then there’s me feet in the sand
trying, begging to understand.

The universe, a complex cosmic dance,
Then when might I just get my chance?
If this world’s a stage and I’m a player,
What lurks within the darkest layer?

But there’s no answer in this place,
Just an empty void of space.
Perhaps someday I’ll find my sleep,
In the madness of the oceans deep.

There we are at war,
the men of a hundred flags.
Prejudice and tyranny,
and a wave of body bags.

We don't care if it's religion,
gender, race or creed,
whatever your dividing line,
we've got the fight you need.

There's polished propaganda,
playing on the radio,
Got to get the meat to all the wolves,
So they'll move on with the show.

You might call it ***** politics,
but don't blame the legislature.
This my friend, is flesh and blood.
Simple human nature.

The guns are fully loaded,
the line of tanks have started rolling.
Surely you must understand,
the views that I'm extolling.

Some may call it inhumane,
or unfair extermination.
But sacrifices must be made,
to rebuild this torn nation.

You're either with us or against us,
there can be only one decision.
When we strike, we strike to ****,
with utmost sharp precision.

Don't worry friend, you'll have your wish
when the noble war is done.
Finally you'll see the day,
This country stands as one.

This is the beginning of the end.
This is the fall from grace.
This is the pain that's been given me.
This is the quiet disgrace.

There went the last bit of harmony.
There went the best chance I had.
There went whatever was left of me.
There went the good from the bad.

Now I have nothing worth fighting for.
Now there's no comeback to try.
Now there are shadows and emptiness
Now I just sit back and cry.

Don't tell me this isn't permanent.
Don't tell me things that aren't true.
Don't wish me well from this moment on.
Don't think I'm listening to you.

Leave me alone in my emptiness.
Leave me to drift in the sea.
Leave me and don't think a thing of it.
Leave me to be what I'll be.

Promise me you won't come in search of me.
Promise me you won't be the one.
Promise me you'll know it is finished.
Promise me you'll know it is done.

This is the road I will wander down.
This is where I lose my friends.
This is where the wall comes closing in.
This is the beginning of the end.

The rules were very simple,
All you had to do was listen.
But now you've gone and put me
in a difficult position.

You think that I enjoy this.
You couldn't be more wrong.
I try to be forgiving,
Now my patience is all but gone.

Don't try and lay this one on me.
You know it isn't true.
You were the match that lit the fire.
Look what you made me do.

You could have saved yourself, my dear
if you had just played by the rules.
But you had to go and break the code,
and then I lost my cool.

If you'd just do what I tell you,
If you'd never raise your voice.
Then it wouldn't have to come to this.
I wouldn't have to make this choice.

Instead, you violated me.
And this hell you put me through?
It could have been avoided.
But look what you made me do.

They're coming, they're coming.
Come on, get out of bed.
Start running, start running,
unless you'd rather be dead.

They're shooting, they're shooting,
keep your head low.
They're looting, they're looting.
Everything's gonna go!

They're screaming, they're screaming,
"****** death to the poor!"
It's seeming, it's seeming,
things have rot to the core.

They're fighting, they're fighting,
anyone in their way.
Flame igniting, flame igniting,
it won't be held at bay,

They're rushing, they're rushing,
They've cut off every route.
So crushing, so crushing.
Can't escape the pursuit.

They've found us, They've found us,
there's no where to run.
All around us, all around us,
The end has begun.

Go out there now ye varmint ****,
You'd best move fast now. Run, run, run.
Ye mustn't take me for a fool,
I was watching when you broke the rules.

Slashed the ropes and loosed your lip,
tried to wreck my dear old ship.
Bad for you this pirate be,
Now find your grave fresh in the sea!

One step, two steps, three steps, go!
No mercy heathen, **, **, **!
No more gold nor *** for you,
No more plunder, no more stew.

I wouldn't save ye if I could,
now go on and walk that piece of wood.
Before long I'm sure You'll know
No mercies from the muck below.

The boys are here to watch the sentence,
and there shall be no appeal or repentance.
The jury ruled, the judge has spoken,
and the fury of the waves has woken.

Pray if ye want, it's your last breath.
Soon awaits a sudden death.
And if instead you choose to scoff,
I'll be quick to shove ye off.

A year ago today
We met for the last time.
I could sense what lay deeper.
I knew there were struggles
that you were concealing.

I wanted to pry it out of you,
but I had somewhere else to be.
And before we chanced to meet again,
You were gone...

So now here, I am.
Lost and lonely.
Wishing I could see you
for just a few minutes.

So you could know
how sorry I am
for never telling you
what you really meant to me.

The fury of this world
has wounded my spirit
and shorn my brilliant feathers.

I have spent many nights,
on this rocky precipice.
Waiting for my worn body to heal.

"Soon you will fly again"
you tell me.
"Soon you will be free once more!"

The hollowness of your words,
makes your ignorance of me evident.
Your encouragement is misplaced.

For you see,
I'm not sure I want to go back up there.
The dark clouds look more foreboding than ever...

Maybe I just want to fly
to the darkest place I can find.
And stay there for all eternity.

Why do I weep in the sunshine,
but dance in the rain?

Why do I search in the depths,
instead of climbing the mountain?

Why do I wonder what it's like to burn,
instead of escaping the fire?

Why does calmness scare me,
yet fear comforts me?

Why am I more fascinated by death,
than the mysteries of life?

You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day,
and you've lost your only sway,
'cause the truth is on display.

I wish that I could fly away instead,
and not lie restless in this bed.

You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
And that's how things are going to stay,
in this storm of disarray.

I wish I could fly away instead,
and not fight these voices in my head.

But you're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
Pull the trigger, claim your prey,
and leave me to my sweet decay.

I'm a good man, I'm just in a bad place
I have a heart for justice, for duty, for grace.

I was raised well and lived in a comforting space.
Taught good defeats evil in the duel of the fates.

As I grew up I found broken hearts, dire straits,
and a large group of people with tears down their face.

I feel as though everything I knew is slowly erased,
and I'm nothing but destined to lose in this race.

So I shall accept my new spot right outside of the gates,
in realization of my rough, new found state.

I'm just small drop of white in an ocean of grays,
I'm a good man, but I'm in a bad place.

I woke up all alone in the morning,
with an empty spot on the bed.
Your car was not in the driveway,
a thousand thoughts entered my head.

I found none of your clothes in the closet,
and none of your shoes on the floor.
The fridge was almost cleaned out,
an empty hat rack sat near the door.

The TV is in the main room as always,
but the Playstation 4 is MIA.
I never thought I'd end up in this moment.
I never thought it'd happen this way.

There's nothing but a wall, cold and barren
where all your sports stuff used to be.
This hallway is desolate and sterile,
only filled with the pieces of me.

Broken, I went back to the bedroom,
and I sat in a corner to weep.
The tears came down like a rain storm,
and I wished that I was still sound asleep.

I couldn't pay the rent,
I couldn't save a cent,
I couldn't put a dent,
in my loans.

The paint on the walls is peeling,
The water's leaking through my ceiling,
The family and the pets are reeling,
here at home.

I don't enjoy my time at work.
I don't like my boss much, he's a ****.
I don't like to sit here, being irked,
As it may go.

I'm dealing with these ills,
A society that kills.
Will I ever make these bills?
I just don't know.

It was another sunny morning and I was in bed all alone,
My lower back would barely move and pain surged through my bones.
I stared beyond the window to the gorgeous day outside,
And from my bedroom prison I just cried and cried and cried.

I would give most anything to be the one I was before,
This disease has taken all my body had from me and more.
Now a constant stream of scripts and multicolored pills,
And each day in the mailbox, a brand new load of bills.

Doctors, nurses, hospitals and my insurance corporation,
They do their best to bleed me dry in my recurring desperation.
Surcharges, fees and copays, it's always much the same.
I grow so tired and weary of this wretched little game.

Now I'm faced with selling most of the meager things I own,
Just so that the debt collectors stop blowing up my phone.
I try to put a brave face on and smile for the world,
But just a bit below the skin I'm coming so unfurled.

I didn't decide to be this way, I can't help that I am sick,
But sometimes this society can lay the guilt on thick.
Don't judge what you don't understand, it's not a wise position.
I bet you'd feel differently if we shared the same condition.

Sometimes I really have no clue what I'm supposed to do,
but I have folks that love me and are trying to pull me through.
They're always there to make me smile and lend a helping I hand,
I want to make it up to them but I'm not sure that I can.

I wish I'd never heard the name of this horrible disease,
I wish there was some change in which I'd finally be set free.
Though I'm not at all too thrilled to face the fresh pain of tonight,
I want to make it clear to you: I'm not giving up this fight.

Left eye,
Right eye,
How's your vision?
Clear or fraught
with indecision?

Follow the light,
and ignore your  
your dread.
But be careful not
to move your head.

You must endure
these tests
a plenty,
If you hope to earn
that twenty / twenty.

Welcome aboard it's nice to have you here,
Come join the folks who want to disappear.
We will answer any questions now, although
our destination's not for you to know.

Place your luggage in the bin and take a seat.
There's plenty of lost people here to meet.
We've got killers, fools, and broken hearts,
And souls smashed into near a million parts.

Odds are you'll find a desperate soul or two,
And be sure not to fully trust the crew.
You may be growing uncomfortable inside,
but that's a part of what comes with the ride.

Pay no attention to the safe that's always locked.
The dining car is open and fully stocked.
On this railway, you'll find everything you need,
Even if in the end you have to bleed.

There's not much time now left before we leave,
So say your goodbyes and don't forget to grieve.
Because once this train gets rolling down the track,
There's no one that is going to make it back.

What do you do when there
are no more days
and the planet burns up,
from eternitys blaze?

What do you do when when there
are no more years
and the stasrscape wraps you
in a blanket of tears?

What do you do when the
still of the clock
brings the tale to a close
and the door becomes locked?

What do you do when the
moment, so terse
highlights the finale
of the whole universe?

I have no name...
No identity...
No destiny....

I am the child of nothingness,
The feted offspring of anonymity.
I feel neither pleasure nor pain.
I am but an afterthought,
A forgotten shadow in a valley of lights.
I do not yearn to explain my existence,
I simply accept it.

There are those of us meant to thrive in ambiguity,
To embrace the power of the obscure.

I seek not rewards nor accolades,
My only desire is to remain an enigma.
I am the lone soldier in the War of the Mundane,
Forever cloaked from the eyes of the world.

I am Nothing...
I am No one...
I am simply...

...X.

It is damaged.
It is burning.
It is destructive.
It is haunting.

It casts a light in the darkness,
It brings warmth to the freezing,
It brings food to the hungry,
It brings help to the stranded.

It is vicious.
It is primal.
It is roaring.
It is fierce.

The Army's taking over,
The Army's taking over,
better run,
avoid the guns.

The streets are full of chaos,
The streets are full of chaos,
all around,
blood on the ground.

The government is falling,
The government is falling,
but that's the goal,
there's no control.

In the village there's a riot,
In the village there's a riot.
Trouble ahead,
more fear and dread.

The shops and homes are burning,
The shops and homes are burning.
Political games,
will fan the flames.

The new President is speaking,
The new President is speaking.
Different time,
Same lies and crimes.

You won't find me in a busy crowd,
But not because I'm scared.
You won't find me at the party place,
But not because I'm boring.

You won't find me at the concert,
But not because I don't like music.
You won't find me in the airport line,
But not because I don't like to travel.

I'll be by myself walking the sandy beach,
Staring up at the stars on a cloudless night,
And wondering what treasures they conceal.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't find me at a packed restaurant,
But not because I'm not hungry.
You won't find me at the street parade,
But not because I'm not festive.

I'll be by myself sitting on the rocks,
In the shadow of a great waterfall,
Watching the mists dance between the trees.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't find me in a crowded house,
But not because I don't appreciate family.
You won't find me at the football game,
But not because I don't like sports.

I'll be by myself hiking through the mountains,
Staring in awe at the massive peaks before me,
Greater than any show man could ever conceive.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't see me at the protests,
But not because I don't support the cause.
You won't find me at the New Year's bash,
But not because I have no hope for the future.

I'll be by myself in a rustic wood cabin
Somewhere in the rolling hills of Appalachia.
With a fire and a good book to keep me company.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

I only wanted an hour.
That's all you ever had to give.
The other twenty three were yours,
To live the life you did.

I only wanted an hour,
but you always had other plans.
You never wanted to sit with me,
You never yearned to understand.

I only wanted an hour,
It's really not that much to ask.
Just sixty minutes of the real deal,
but you wouldn't drop the mask.

I only wanted an hour,
Even on that final day.
Until the end, you still refused,
and just let me fade way.

The stars are beautiful.
Twinkling across the great night sky.
A warm and gentle breeze fills the air,
Insects chirp in the distance.

The moonlight dances along the grass.
Dogs howl nearby.
A lightning bug rests silently
against a giant leaf.

It's a rather lovely night.
But I don't enjoy any of it.
Because it's 3 A.M.
and my eyes are wide open.

When I'd rather be asleep.

When will it end?
On what does it depend?
How do I know when
I can visit my friends?

Do you wonder how often
we'll keep seeing the coffins?
And if ever, with time
Will this thing be forgotten?

So now we wear masks,
Just to do daily tasks.
As we wrestle with questions,
that we did not used to ask.

We've lost our right to be free,
from a foe we can't see.
We hope and pray for a cure
While we fight the disease.

And what shall be the cost?
What will we have lost
When the clouds finally lift
and the stain has been washed?

How did we ever end up in this tragedy?

And how are we ever going to escape it?

Why do we weep? Why do we cry?
Do we not love until we die?

That promise kept, the night we wept.
lonely hours I never slept.

There are dreams...so it seems.
Aching pain...can't explain.

Panicked cries sweep all around
and then I woke up to the sound

Of the blissful ones, out in the sun,
burning bright 'til the work is done.

On they toil, in the scorching soil,
with skin that breaks and blood that boils.

Go, hold the staff on my behalf,
perhaps it will become my epitaph.

I see it on the stone: "He came alone
did what he must, then I called him home."

It's not my night, it's not my fight.
It's not my job to make it right.

The hammer falls when duty calls
And in the ashes, freedom stalls.

No more rains, no more pains,
Its really nothing I can explain.

And that's all for me,
that's all for me,

that's all, you see.

What are we all really?
Except for echoes of our dreams
floating in a magical sea.
Surely as the sun sets each day
I'll be there on the shore
Waiting for your ship to come in
And then we'll dance together.

There so many things I had to say
That I never told you.
But maybe I didn't need to.
Maybe, in some distant, soulful way
You already knew.
And You already loved me for it.

What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be alive?
Maybe tonight's not the night
for questions or vague ponderances.
Maybe tonight is just for you and me,
Together, embraced under the twilight.

Do you remember what was in the air
that night we dreamt in Winnipeg?
The north so carefully veils her secrets,
We'll unlock them one by one.
Not today, not tomorrow, but right here in this moment.
We are the fragrance on the ice.

When the temperate moment is over,
I'll be taken away up the river.
To find my own blessed place.
Where vibrant wilderness calls out to me
sets my northern heart on fire
and wait for the day you come to me again.

I've got a tiny lantern, it really isn't bright,
but it drives away the darkness and it keeps me safe at night.
It puts off a little heat and blesses me with sight,
In the blanket of the evening I find my comfort in its light.

It's kind of old and rusty and the handle's slightly bent,
The frame is marked with several chips and a rather ugly dent.
Its seen its share of better days by quite a large extent,
But it's still my favorite fallback for a twilight time event.

Out in chaotic wilderness, I am protected by its glow,
And it holds up to the fiercest weather: rain or sleet or snow.
In all the violent storms out there,
As the dark winds rage and blow,
If I stay and keep the fuel lit, the flame will surely grow.

And so I'll walk long with my lantern, across the great divide.
Stay on the winding dim lit paths, to the world far and wide.
Not consumed by fear or hate or swallowed whole by pride,
But strong and firm and quite secure,
With the lantern by my side.

When the river water's raging and there's chaos in the deep,
When the road is barely passable and the mountains plenty steep.
You won't find that I've gone missing or passed out from lack of sleep,
Because I have my lantern and the protection that it keeps

Silver bus, roaring through the city.
There's an army of lonely people
wandering around the sidewalks.
Angry horns fill the distance.

A taco vendor on the corner
is screaming like there's no tomorrow.
The poor woman with the dog near him,
doesn't know what to make of it.

Down by the courthouse
the protesters are at it again.
Cops man the barricades nearby.
Just another day in the big city.

And there, in the madness,
a young boy looks around bewildered.
As if to remind all of us
That we are letting go of what matters.

Don't ignore the small things,
No matter what the fall brings.
Don't ignore the small things,
Some are bigger than all things.

A manic driver plows through a puddle
soaking an old man on a bench.
In the park a college grad shrugs his shoulders
as the girl he was with walks away.

Ambulances and police cars
go ripping past the skyscrapers,
The fights are raging again,
Just beyond the tourist traps.

On a street corner a haggard man,
screams out of a bullhorn.
Are there any souls left here
for God to save today?

And the well dressed businessmen
are all smiles as they leave work.
But not even their money and power
is enough to repair the cracked roads.

Don't ignore the small things,
No matter what the fall brings.
Don't ignore the small things,
Some are bigger than all things.

In the great hall of shadows,
I found myself
Viciously face to face
With my worst fears.

It was as dreadful
and beautiful
as I thought it would be.

Our bags are packed and we're ready,
But the buses have already gone
There's no gas left in the gas tank.
And no aeroplane to fly on.

We just missed the last of the boat trips,
and it's been awhile since we've seen a truck.
The helicopters don't come 'til later,
so it appears that for now we are stuck.

There isn't much point now in walking,
or taking a chance on a bike.
No, there's nothing to do except wait here,
Until the big storm brings its strike.

So we'll go and board up the windows,
tie down what we can with some rope.
Then we'll wait in the deep of the shadows,
And quietly hope against hope.

We pray that the wind keeps its distance,
and we don't wash away in a flood.
The Lord is our constant protector,
but fear is awake in our blood.

We got a few extra provisions,
and some mighty strong shoulders or two.
Will that though make much a difference
As we see what's about to come through?

We're supposed to be miles away now,
This was never part of the plan.
We're on the highest ground we can be on,
And here's where we'll make our stand.

My dear, how I wish it were different,
Had we been some of those who got out.
Now there's a chance to see up close,
What the fury of nature's about.

So hunker down and stay close to me,
We don't have to face this alone.
And by god, when this thing is over,
I hope that we still have a home.

Let it be said I was faithful,
and I gave it my very best.
Let my old heart still be beating,
When the storm clouds move to the west.

There's a bit of a breeze in the distance,
The biggest ones never come late.
There's nothing more that we can do now,
Except just to sit and to wait.

In the morning I wake up
Try to work past the gloom,
and ignore the anxiety
that’s filling the room.

Walk into the kitchen,
prepare myself some food.
do what I can
not to sulk, not to brood.

Off to the corner,
Take a seat in my chair.
Then I sullenly look
out the window and stare.

The rain falling gently,
The skies filled with grey.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

There’s nobody coming
To visit me here.
No friendly presence,
to dissipate all my fears.

The phone sits there silent.
No one is calling.
My home is well looked after
but hardly enthralling.

My only companion
Died five years ago.
I’ve somewhat kept moving,
albeit painfully slow.

What’s left of me
feels in such disarray.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

My son never calls me,
always has other plans.
I suppose that he thinks,
that I’ll just understand.

Most friends never take time,
to ask “how are things?”
They just don’t want to hear
That there’s pain and it stings.

I haven’t got a place
for a cat or a dog.
No, it’s just me here
As I sit in the fog.

I could try to do different,
from this eccentric bouquet,
but I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

Suddenly, I find myself longing for the days
when we couldn't see the masks people wore...

It seems the vows we made
mean different things to you than to me.

I thought you the one.
I thought you'd treat me better.

My scars say otherwise.

All of this pain. All of this madness.

What did I do to deserve it?

The answer, it appears, is nothing.

It was merely your overwhelming desire
to control every part of me.

I don't doubt for an instant
that you would have denied me the benefit of breathing

were it in your power to seal my lungs...

If only I could turn back the clock
just a little bit
to see your smiling face again
to remember what I've forgotten
to know you still love me
no matter what...

..It would all be worth it.

On that day I remember,
In the winds of September
how we danced along the river.

Below the multicolor trees,
The cool of the breeze,
brought about just a hint of a shiver.

The daylight grows shorter,
get the harvest in order
we'll prepare the table for a feast.

We'll rejoice into the night
by the moons reddish light.
and the last echo of summer? Released.

Judge.
Jury.
Sound.
Fury.

Violence.
Crime.
Danger.
Time.

People­s
Court.
Last
Resort.

Verdict.
Sentence.
Cold
Repentance.

Lawye­rs.
Police.
War
and Peace.

Guilty.
Missed them.
Broken
System.

Shadows, shadows,
Be my comfort.
Wrap me in
This lonely sleep.
In the coolness of your silence,
In the ocean of your deep.

Shadows, shadows,
I stay weeping,
For that place I cannot go.
And in the night,
I'm gently keeping,
Hold of what, I cannot know.

Let the skill of my hands
Create something unique
And beautiful
Regardless of how impure
The clay may be.

Swallowed up by the grass
of a thousand mistakes.
From the trees fall the leaves,
that are the sum of my failures.

The sun and wind chip away
at what's left of my skin.
While the rocks look upon me,
in sorrowful scorn.

The sword is laid down.
My spirit is done fighting.
Then my last breath escapes
at the cry of a dove.

We didn't just open it.

We tore the lid right off
and smashed it into pieces.

Defiantly eager to unleash
the evil within.

Blinded by our own
selfish desires.

Consumed by our quest
for eternal power.

With nothing to hold it at bay,
the gateway to Hell beckons.

It's something of a titillating descent,
into the endless chaos.

Get the money,
Move the tickets,
We're gonna have a blast.

You won't want
to miss this,
the best spots are going fast.

It'll be historic,
quite incredible,
If you believe the hype.

We're planning
an epic party
of a unique and crazy type.

So maybe
we lost the caterer,
and a few headliners ditched.

Ignore the rocks,
and tiny tents.
We had to make a switch.

We admit, it seems
that several things
have gone a bit off track.

But doing this was
a massive risk
So won't you cut some slack?

Crowds are angry,
Walls close in,
The workers want their pay.

So we'll get out
while the getting's good,
and party another day.

This prison cannot hold me.
These walls will not contain me.
I cannot be easily classified
I cannot be easily controlled.

My spirit will not tolerate
being confined to a dungeon.
My heart will not tolerate  
any attempts to restrain me.

So try as you may
to fit me into to your mold.

You won't succeed.

You will only be left wondering
how it is
that you underestimated me.

You call me rebellious.
Unstable. Unpredictable.

But I'm not lashing out over the irrational.

I am lashing out to resist
any attempt
to confine my spirit
and its infinite beauty
from the world surrounding it.