Misconception: The Silhouette Of Dying Dreams

like a spider web im caught in. my life has become more than what i have expected. black and blue souls fall all around me. all these whispers in the night fog our streets up. clouded by design their falling all the way down. revive my heart to build something new. no more collapsing shadows. bodies fall like timber, like buildings in a burning city. but nothing here is rotting, never rotting away. all power on earth does not exist except the power of ones mind. but the whispers were just warning signs in which we chose to ignore. now all burning buildings cast shadows and no light comes this way. panic grips this cities nerve and all souls that are black and blue turn white. formed to stop this graveyard from happening. mankind forges their souls together to form a light of peace. and every single angel saves us, and God is recognized. but still to ignorant too believe.

Just North Of My Eyes: The True Vine Of Sheep Amongst Wolves

the difference between me (the form you dont know) and your friends (the people that you do know), is that i wont kill you. someone right now may be planning your death. always, always theres a clock running down on our lives. the true vine that grows in our veins, will soon collapse to this world again. harvested for all to see, a rotting corpse is just a seed. without fear i would not have survived this long. controlling my emotions on every impulse or connection i have with someone of nature, keeps me alive. i dont know why i keep myself alive i just know that nothing has tried to stop me from living. the day i die, is the day that i will awake. bring me a queen and children and ill build them a world. for my eyes will become stars. and god will see that destruction may be just as powerful as creation. but im not giving up yet. my heart set on fire with a roar from the heavens, like hell i wont give up yet.

The Future Balled

its not often that i wake up and it feels that my skies are falling. all the towers crawling wishing for this world to be born again. all these feelings that i feel. the faith of the world hanging over a small flame just melting without guilt. my mind freezes because its not often that i cant think. i lose touch with my inner self im facing my head at the targets as bullets from demons are rushing at me. noticing them is the easiest part, but they will follow you until you run out of breath, until you lose yourself from losing them. all the thoughts you have rushing in every direction tears you down slowly, everything leaving your body like your bleeding but your not really there. how can a ghost feel? we expect it for them to always find their way home, when their home is where its always been and that makes them feel like nothing at all. thats why the rage in my mind exiles as im losing time. all these people thinking they are just making a difference, a difference for the common good when we are just failing. every time i stop from running i try to breathe and i look down at my feet and all i notice is the world cracking beneath me. "is this real? or is this in my mind?" how can a fraction of this world take me away from myself. as my heart fills with filth, i noticed that running was never the understanding. and i missed the train when i was left there. the wind is the only breath i could ever feel. and these times are all that i need. now theres nothing left but for me to face my fears. i tell myself that im not scared, that demons are not there and that angels are watching over me constantly. but im shivering instantly and im so scared, these nights never really existed without you. when im left alone a million people are throwing their opinions at me. struggling while believing in apathy. nothing makes sense when your crawling on your hands from where you fell. so i relive that same moment when i lost my breath at my feet. ive been slowly hanging myself just to keep this real. and those cracks that i see beneath my feet are my life. i need to hold it together because there are angels counting on me, while people are betting on me. i hold my life in my hands and the difference i would rather make if i cant save the world from itself, ill save just one person. ill give it all i got to be the best, and this life i know i will save. it will make me live a hundred years without regret, so keep my name intact and ill be back again for i am planing a life for us. and if all i see is anger in this world i still see you that brings me to that place again where running was never enough. i feel safe and loved. this world secretly is looking for it to just end. we all want to die but were to afraid to leave. thats why i hold my heart and just breathe. because oxygen never felt so good.