My Place and Your Time

When my light burns out,
I must replace it?
To sort my life out-
I cannot fake it.
It is this chair that I lay.
And watch it go by...
It is here that I stay.
It is now that I lie.

I'm tied by the stress!
I'm torn by the noise.
My mind is a mess,
I ponder a choice:
One road or another?
But to where do they go?
And to whom is not my brother-
I say, "I don't know!".

They go to a place,
Beyond existing reach.
One: Whole human race;
To which I will preach.
Two: Beyond the grave,
And do it again.
The right way I crave!
Worse now to then.

This light left the alter.
I cut myself deep...
Blood thicker than water,
From eyes that do weep.
Light equals time-
My time is up.
Broken is mine;
So I just give up.

From Nobility to Iniquity

I felt the hand of God on me,
Kneeled down and prayed for some release.
I wondered how He let this be-
Me in a cell and you set free.
I observe with my eyes shut tight.
For best effect it's best at night.
No devils in my head today-
My sanity drove them away.
Maybe it's evil speaking now...
It always finds it's own way out.
No conclusion to this debate;
Half full of love, half full of hate.
Who I am, I cannot tell,
Either from heaven or from hell.
My memory keeps failing me,
Don't know what was or what will be.
Is all of this a waste of time?
Should I do something more sublime?
The future holds some work to do.
I hate to work but must pull through.
I must ignore all distractions-
All devil noises and actions.
I hold the key to my own fate.
As devils rise, angels wait...

The Plight of my Affinity

Bestowed in my mind,
My soul and my eyes-
Your face, I'm cold.
This place, not old.
What's up, I hate,
You fuck, You rape,
My mind, my soul,
My eyes, no control.

The Faithfull and the Fallen

Now I see the unfair light,
Once stricken from my blinded sight.
And all this for my common Queen,
For seen in last night's but a dream...
All this has been taken away-
It's taken every painful day.
Demons evil have beaten her,
Like Apollyons possesive drums of Pearl.
Him and all His contradictions;
I forever have His damned restrictions.
Have them although I do not want them.
To be, that is the ultimate question.
Begrudge him I do but do not desire,
Then again if I didn't I would live a liar.
Lose I always all my mirth,
To go to sleep and leave this earth.
To go to endless sleep tonight?
Lose I always all my might...

Subconscious Summary

Let me express myself in terms that I can stress.
Let me express myself in terms I understand.
Let me help you see and recognize,
My inability to keep you living life.
Is this another process? If so it is the third.
But were you paying attention to the two before?
One of life and one of death it's no coinsedence,
How things connect and break our heart and I lose all reverence.
I preach the words that come to me by sussing all the signs.
I do not think I just listen and it's I that they do find.
Understandable terms as I once said I strongly do believe in.
The problem seems to be to me that inside me it's killing.
As I retrieve these visions and make connections I realise that life,
Is a parradox so unorthadox and an impasse so most plight.
This distinctive vibe I can't describe never does conclude.
It's left up to me if I believe they do not just delude.
From time to time if time is mine I may earn an epiphany.
At harder times I must work for it to keep my self-control busy.
With the love factor of glory's girl in terms pre-recognized,
I hope to God that this facade in me won't always hide.
And I hope some day understandable terms will be worshipped and supported,
So the plan to damage my own interests will gladly be aborted.
And whatever destiny awaits me from this moment gone,
My purpouse filled, I hope it will, and hope will carry on.

One Weak End

We could have been sober,
But we were together.
We have never been envied,
And that is not satisfactory.

We could have been sober,
But the drugs took over.
Now we dance in fire.
It burns as we prespire.

We could have been sober,
But I'd have never told her.
Coldness over you and me-
Ice between our unity.

We could have ben sober,
But it doesn't matter,
Because there is no remembrance;
All that's left is silence...

The Process of Death During Life

When death is brought around,
Coinsedences are bound.
I've gone twice through the process-
One of life and one of death.
I've blown the smoke away,
When I've wanted it to stay.
I've cleared the smoke by breathing.
My breath of life misleading...
I blew it by mistake;
I succeeded in that make.
But now I light the torch again.
On a burning flame my life depends.

Malversation

Carve my eyes out, it's 1-2-3-5 again.
Got your fetor, it's all over my skin.
Black birds wait at the back door-
Thirst for blood, they're groaking for much more...

Reckless mind, vivacious impatience.
You are my soulfull malfeasence.
Detriment sources of malice.
Increasing guilt of certain offences.

Malefactors use malversation.
Full time actor, imbecilic asination.
Soporific through her apparition.
I quixotic, caused by imperfection.

One more time, fatality intervene.
Testify, no mistake of misdeem.
Calamition, nefarious deviant.
Incubation on me from a miscreant.

Indecisions come back to be ruinous.
Hesitations between the two of us.
Apollyons no more, he's done with you and me;
Now opens up the door to the core of our unity.