the judgement lands

there seems to be something on your mind. as your holding the dagger closer to your heart. your sweating as your taking a breath. never knew that this one time was all or nothing. left for a question, and still i have no answers. choking on my own air im choking as the tears come alive. inside. your aching for a touch, so scared your mind is restless. ill never truly understand the physics of this.

so shed the dreams that i believe. raise the right hand, as we shine this world together. too many dark corners of this earth show its true colors. as the battle rages on im left with one option on my mind. a promise that ive always kept. the mission isnt over till im the last one dead. an army built for justice, will make peace in the land of giving. the blood of the lamb. i am bathed as i rise above. a pure hearted soul. nothing can get at me alive.

all light shining from all sides. there is no darkness in these eyes. there is no pain left to be felt. you have awaken the fearless warriors, that have fallen from the skies. you remember when you started the war? i am the judgment that has come to take your lives. remember my face, as i bury you all alive. then when i sent you all back to hell. you tell your leader. i am the one that survived and im not going anywhere till you all die.

come all. salvation is here.

the pitfall of each others laments

this is how we're going to settle this with your backs against the walls.
in case this earth shakes, know that you were never going to last forever.
not once have i ever been ashamed of what i have done.
to become, all that i am.
understanding this is bliss, so please dont take part in it.
in all honesty your eyes are better gauged out.
performed against you, without truth.
you deserve to burn the seven shades of flames, tear your life into shame.
nothing more will bring you back to life.
your just a common whore, so soar from the future and what it holds.
your mouth is making me sick, cut out your own tongue.
your better off sleeping in sickness. i dont ever want you to wake up.
if this is the ground that we must walk on. then ill walk all over you.
my lungs can barely hold the water, as i try to drown myself, to run away from all of you. permanently. forever. until eternity. where i will rise. in a playing field of winter. just underneath that, lies a wilderness. this is much softer then you can speak. you are welcome to leave. just try not breathe. your giving me the chills. and we're stomping on dead bodies, dancing to the beats of the reckoning drum and gunfire parades.

ghost town: shadowing 45th street

the cold heat rages on. dont bury me because i havent stopped breathing yet. the human lights are on. its easy to ignore the movement and static electricity between us. good or bad all of our souls are flowers not strong enough yet to grow. as delicate as glass, the whispers remain stuttered. and i am the one whose body finally dies. still, dont bury me.

salted creek: warning signs to kill a universe of dead bodies

we have a way with letting ourselves down. finding fault lines of time disappear as they fade into light. my arms go out to 45th street, as i pray to the walls that have betrayed me. ill note this to the names that have been crossed out, as the corner of our faces fall in the holes that we have dug. on this night the snow falls to trap us in. we run blind as we forget that our notes that we wrote find its way into the wind. we will read them aloud until the morning comes. until then our night will remain dark till we find a way back. every one seems to be repeating the steps that remained anonymous to the artifacts will forged in the belly of the beast. please dont leave me out, i have somethings that are needed to be said. even though you have seen the fires that reached us. ill regain conscious of this world that was built for me. wake myself up and arise the dead. the powder called dirt, birth of the unborn. you can see that im not really here, when the world ends. vague is the color of the sky. and all around you, you vividly see that nothing is going as planned. as the warning signs occurs, you will see that i am caught by saving you on the string. in the bottom of the world, in the darkest part of the day. my voice is let out and our lungs have been brought out. we need you opinion on this, nothing has ever been going as planned. i feel myself next you. as we think we are alive but really we are dead. nothing was ever really alive before it was dead.

Iru: do not step on the pave road

as of me and my colored hair. i find myself crawling with the birds as they soar over me to the sky. still i cant seem to find the ladder to continue to clime. my baby Iru ill stand still till she comes home. dont worry all houses look the same but the doors have symbols that will lead you to me. when i wake up in the morning the sun shines in my direction, i find myself falling further into a guilt trip just before night. when these worries hit me like a wave all at once, one after another. i find myself flawless only in my body, i sometimes find myself weak. my baby Iru share this drink with me. choke my sorrows down with me. we do it so well. share these waves with these birds. ill comfort you home, with a trap laying beside your bed. you will be mine forever. till this is over, ill climb to heaven where i find myself crumbling again. not enough attention for my enemies to continue following me. i have my head in the sand as i hide from my own shadows. continue to change from one set to another. the clouds hover over me, we fall further in love. my priest, my father. what should i do? several battles and the war is yet not over. bleeding and blood shed? my enemies hide all around but they linger in my shadows, and i cant find the glitch. my father, my priest, my baby Iru. where can we go? when will i die? i find myself faulter as i drown in these waves. as the birds fly high over me. they lay nests in my hair. telling me that i cant make it out of here. i fall to me knees. no help. no honor. looking high i still only see the sky. looking down all i see is death. not much hope there. my baby Iru guide me through. i feel the weakness leaving my body. its not often i wake up and i dont know who i am. i find myself changing through the night. i drown myself. i kill myself a little bit every day. these birds are me, this shadow is me. the sky is high. i trip as i seem to fall my knees. over and over again, all i think about in my head, is pain. trap in the heart of all attacks. my body is rotting as i walk on. my baby Iru. where are you?

willow bend: four dead bodies, still no home to go too

her hair reminds me of angel hair only dug between mud and rock. it feels like all of them are giving up. shattered bones and torn skin, they never knew what hit them, never had a chance. as the water coasts on their backs, god wishes them a safe return home. as they avoid the light because their restless souls wants to continue the fight. i feel like its all left up to me. trapping themselves in my body, im coasting as im wishing they will follow into that light. i never knew why they came to me. some sort of a savior that understood me. found me. breathed me. fell down and took me with, no real reason for pain. just sort of a given. a bonus to our culture of anger. now left with the remains. dig up all of the old bones and find a way back home. make out the means of this and all of the mess that follows with it. several directions split down the middle. then the choices that have to be made. finding out that i cant trust anyone but myself. as i fail every one trying to find the bad guy. im avoiding myself in the fight. knocked out before i had a chance to feel whats right. so for the insight dont follow me. i work better on my own. these young dead bodies will guide me in the direction that will bring them home. the only problem is, is that time is involved with this equation. and im running out of it. pack up these bags and make a run for heaven. knock on gods door and mention that we are running out of hiding spots, and that sometimes love is fixed with anger. letting him hear our side of it, so that later in our lifetime we wont be shut down. sending a message to the angels and have them help us on this. im losing my faith as i let a few bad souls of this earth go. but i kneel down and pray for my forgiveness to this world. as i look up above and i beg and plead. "where are all of the fighters? where is the armageddon?" im walking up the stairs to heaven with a heart of anger, and a bag full of weapons. demanding revenge. demanding salvation. sometimes i feel like im not dying in this world. but im dying for this world. and no one even sees it. revenge is all but the army of me. and im going to fight, because my soul is rotten. too rotten to ever be pure again. i just figured that there is some garbage that needs to be cleaned out of this earth. and ill let god sort it all out. maybe even me.

day dreaming: not enough nightmares to make fairy tales fly

the conversations in my mind are catching a grip on me. and i feel my heart beat faster as they continue on. no source of this addiction ecours but i stumble as i tremble on these thoughts being abused. theres no say of what makes sense of all of this. the bigger fish eats the little fish to survive. so i find myself dealing with these pleasures. this doesnt bother me really, ive been living with a ghost inside my head ever since i could remember. every morning begins the same way that it has ended. but the nights get a little rougher with every thought that comes across. in the afternoons i find myself day dreaming about the way this world works. and how i could make it different or better to benefit myself. still it ends where i replay it. im wishing it could be a fairy tale instead of a nightmare. even though the air gets tighter and harder to breathe. i enlist myself as the thought of existence. this never really was meant for me. no thoughts and no dreams. no happy endings. these words that were put in my head. refuse to come out. but i enjoy these pleasures of this earth as i watch myself burn and turn to ashes. remembering that i never could last a second. so second guess this, my life is a wandering pasture. if the moon wont crash into us. something will someday. if the world doesnt crash itself something will someday. something needs to crash these ghosts in my head so i can dream of fairy tales again. all ive ever wanted for myself was a field of gold and green trees. instead its all ashes and rust. im hoping every blood i have that falls out of me will water this earth back to life. but im not dying yet. so i struggle to survive another day. hiding would just be avoiding the inevitable truth. that i am never really going to live.

rusted wilderness: lost in passion from right from wrong

all of these burning trees tied into one leaf. this city has a funny way of showing its emotions on people. if your not careful enough you can find yourself molding to it. a type of organic waste leaving you hiding in the shadows. suffering the old case of the blues, just sleep it off. so far everything has been going wrong. how many shoes must be filled to get the point? you've been passed due for way to long, just sit this one out. your gun doesnt have enough bullets in it and your knives are all rusted out. if this sunset horizon doesnt come faster, all flesh will be hidden beneath the trees. guiding a serious way of life, the fires rage on in these hearts of millions. i even feel myself adding to the rust of this world. the beauty has lost its glitter since the first real war, from then on we only know how to add to it and perfect it. so i change everything that i am. and i turn to the shadows for guidance. if this doesnt make sense soon then i will disappear. if i havent disappeared yet, it is only because i am still wanting to be saved. but enough of these panic attack bullshit ways of life. im starting a new generation with rebuilding these walls. this rusted city will be an obstacle that i cant handle. load up my guns and clean the rust away on my knives. i am a dead man looking for a purpose. i am a dead man regaining conscious of this world. im sparkling this city up. giving it a make-over. read me in the obituaries or history books. ill be a wanted man with all kinds of charges, and a license to kill. the rust of this world will be swept clean. the earth will be thanking me later for it. i am going to hell for a lifetime. and im taking it all with me.

sleeping ghosts: its so hard to stay insane

before there was sleep, there was a constant disaster of insomnia that struck this earth. all of the children in the streets ran red with blood, and smiling faces. for a second this troubled the earth as they knelled down to pray. even when the ghosts whisper to us at night saying "sleep child... sleep..." even then i couldnt find my way around it. looking out for the world as they trip over themselves a million times, i watch my self get torn apart. theres no wonder why the sound barrier wants to be broken and let off a huge annoying shock all around the world. as every one bleeds for sleep they cry as they drown in tears. getting a grip on what reality really is, i thought this seemed worth it. but i just found myself getting over it again. not even the oceans of the south could drown me in my sorrows. all because ive found myself swimming around this earth only because ive lived with insomnia. and its been treating me well. like the day when all of the wars have stopped, and laughter exceeds in all of the city streets. we cheered that day because we fought fear with love. this worries me because i lie awake every night since insomnia has left me. and i close my eyes thinking. what could i possibly do with the sleep that i have so much earned?

hotels: where flower tulips grow inward

the crime scene had nothing better to do, but change the color on the walls from red to black. she laid there all emptied headed and blanked face. from the mirror of the black wall i felt my heart aching, even with the touch. numb in the face from drinking too much whiskey i stopped to breathe in, then fell in a trap from the cigarette rehab. we just need to settle down and go with the flow. know that no one was even there at all. even if the morning never came, she would be lying somewhere dead, full of rage. all eyes fill up with confusion, this vibe shakes the minds of millions, as were starring at a dead body, wondering why it got there at all. im awakening in disbelief that my life will come to an end someday. most likely someday painfully. while she lays there sleeping. i would probably lie there just wanting to get out of this nightmare. nothing in the streets, could change the way i think. food barely tastes the same anymore. enough dead bodies to fill a hotel suite, their dying as they dream. as they sail off into a better place. Yeah, fairy tales make the world go around. i have enough dead problems with this wrecked body, that i need to stop spinning around. just someone be a good person and cut out this heart. just cut out this. old. rotten. dead. heart. "ill see what i can do with this."