Vains of powerFour points in the name of god,Vains of power
Given to his son. To flush away this constant pain,
Like bullets from a gun. A line or two have left it’s mark, But all I need is one…
And with enhanced euphoria I turn unto a star I beg for no tomorrow My curses heard afar.
Crimson to my father
The colour of this soul Stolen are the pieces
That never were quite whole I’ll bear these scars forever. But that’s just heavens toll.
Bad MoodsShut upBad Moods
I love brain cancer It’s the feeling I get
When I talk to you
For too long
conversationalist
In your mind, a highway
Traveling, trafficking lies Rumors, implications And speculations
I would love to think of
something to say to you
That wont be repeated
Altered Perception of Reality
You can tell when things change
It seems like they are fading away
But you’re retarded In reality its just nature
Big shot
When your narcissistic ego
Tonight, Every NightForgetting what this once was,Tonight, Every Night
but remembering the feeling it entails And remembering that when you
walk all the way there you have a long journey
Back once everything falls apart and
nothing if left there for you except an awkward Disposition and unfriendly glances,
broken ties and aggravation I continue to grow more sour about the situation and it makes me convulse inside with
Diminishing composure as I walk
home shivering through the city lights looking down
Upon me like spectral harbingers
of discontent this beaut
