Now it becomes the time,
murdered by the morning sun,
all of our faces never changing there path,
this blackness never looking away,
god their all on fire,
burnt completely to the ground.

I've never felt so alive,
even though death so close to grasp,
I clenched my breath and laughed,
he never came to my side,
so I just sat their in my sedated state,
body so cold from the death that embraces.

How do the waves rise up and then fall,
mostly just like all of our lives,
one second we're all doing fine,
then it all comes crashing down.


I heard my voice crackling over the radio,
talking to me,
I told myself something about yesterday so I sat there awhile waiting to
hear myself again only making myself look insane.

But now I am thinking back to a time,
we slit their throats and sat on the floor,
death came to them slowly,
so I sat and watched every breath,
till death,
I wanted to cry that night,
but never could I bring myself from the smiles,
especially when that lifeless body looking back at me was me,
so Lucifer called me yesterday,
he asked me if I was going to save my soul.

but the bone-dust in my throat,
said nothing just gave one of those dry whispers,
like the hands of a stranglers wraith,
and I felt the cold as it ran along my spine,
every-things downhill from here,
you bleed so easy,
the most hated alone.

Screaming with this dead mind on my tongue,
isn't it easy to watch yourself fall farther into madness,
the madness creeps on you like a tiny caterpillar,
then sucks you into its vacuum,
old people die,
the new ones bleed,
the hunger never fulfilled,
I can see your red hate,
so I take a ride into the universe,
feel like I'm flying,
until our kite string pops,
there will never be another one that looks into your eyes,
your screams useless.

The flying locust now swarm from open mouths,
he asked me if it would hurt,
I smiled and said no,
but the lie plagued me,
but now their all dead,
the hollowed screams fill the cool midnight air,
will there never be another one,
no because I killed them all,
my life like a factory,
so I killed them all,
I killed them all,
with one of those blank looks like looking into a shiny ball,
burning it all down,
echos of the screams ring in my head,
the sound of everything is dead,
its just the echo of the screams that are ringing in my head,
burn it all down,
all the way to the ground,
don't leave a piece standing he said.

And I wonder have you ever seen the clouds,
this late at night,
your blood illuminates the moonlit sky,
your body like a cold coal painting,
I'm ending it all,
here and now,
I see the earth so empty,
my hands are empty,
life is empty,
hate causes withdrawals,
so I lay here a while,
and have thoughts,
but I went to sleep,
and now I woke up strapped to a bed,
so crisp I awake now I wont to be back dreaming in my hell,
death and happiness never thought to be together,
but those two words never meant so much as they did now,
slashing from above,
despair,
dead stare,
cold death,
lifeless breath,
insanity is only what we all call insane,
maybe living in our own little worlds we are just as sane as the last
person,
but when we wake to our true reality,
instead of our blinding lies,
we cry because of what we really are,
or are we crying?
I haven't quite figured it all out yet,
so will I have my resurrection,
when lies of insanity come to visit,
we all grow old,
there's blood on the knife,
and blood on my face,
this numbing feeling returning again,
so I do walk on,
and lead this other life astray.
 
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