Useless, good for nothing.
A failure in the flesh.
Feast your eyes on the greatest
tragedy our century has ever seen.
There’s faith in nothing and no one in particular.
Oh how times have changed.
So much more cut and dry.
The sharper the knife, the deeper the cut.
Bleed for the vengeance you cannot change, smile for the plight of consequence.
Fact or fiction, which will be your end?
Steady is your heart that beats and erupts for the clarity cause.
The beauty of the cause is incredible, the awakening even more astonishing.
You’ve fallen amongst us, hanging forever from your ledge.
I will fall forever.

© Copyright July 2011


Built of nothing but blood
and a poisonous conscience.
A failure that flat-lined before the breathing even began.
I’m made of nothing and yet, more than the capacity of your very heart.
Save your accusations and obvious reasons for someone who is guilty.
I’m only as guilty as you make me,
innocence isn’t in your DNA.
Break the bones to get to the heart, bleed only to become so much more wicked.
The night of revenge is soon upon us.
Sever and sacrifice the necessary means, you’ll better yourself in the end.
Vengeance for the cunning, rise above your rightful place.
This is beautiful.

Copyright 2011


Wrap me in a blanket of my own design, the dawn drawing near.
Never felt so alive and in the same breath, oh so dead.
Help me realize what it is that we’re missing, chastise me for what is it we can’t change.
Place the wool over my eyes and sing to me a lullaby, a song before dying.
Make up the story as your own, and sell it to the world.
The recovery period is swift and unsettling, something of an illusion.
Shock and amaze with the silence that is only so wretched and grand.
You’re a man of God with a silent secret, your own back-breaking burden.
Cover your eyes and adorn your
being in a final shade of darkness.
It’s the color you will be buried in,
no one competes where you’re going.
Never again.
Not your God or the Devil himself
know what you hide behind your newly dead eyes.
That truth is one all your own.
I will be wrapped in the warmth of the dawn, while you’re plunged into the impending twilight.
We share the same secret, but hold entirely different fates.
Yours is the truth, mine is just a lie.
I’m the greatest liar you’ve ever seen.

© Copyright July 2011

Silent Loser, Losing Sinner

I find myself sifting through the dust and faded ashes of my former self.
Once I was filled with a passion,
a talent no one could take away.
I held it in a death-grip, all my own.
I drowned myself in late nights of embracing my sorrow and making something pure out of it.
Taking the fall and putting it on the back-burner, the inferno bright and unforgiving.
Now, I’m unsure as to where I stand.
I’m a ghost in my own skin,
a miniscule creature with no real
purpose or reason.
A silent loser in all my faults and flaws, all my untrue theories and false beliefs.
Everything I put my convictions in is wrong, my ideas of no high power is false.
You’ve made that clear enough.
In all your beliefs and conviction,
you put your faith in the one that will decide our dying fates.
The one I know isn’t real.
One day I will find the courage to fully explain myself, the reason for my downfall.
Until then, I will lie in a life of discontented misery and sin,
waiting for the flames to swallow me whole.
Nothing will make me happier, to prove you wrong.
The answer changed.

© Copyright July 2011