System of Empty Promises (I Exist)

I'll guide you towards the light
Of the chosen, truly pure
A place where rotten ideas roam free
With imprisonment inside a system of empty promises
Ten ideals broken for all to see

Depend on nothing
The truth is free
Unveil the cover up
Welcome only open minds

Let self reign self
and kneel to no master
through sheer defiance
is the abolishment of deceit
defy hear say and spoken mistruth
towards the answers to lies forever told

let us reveal the skeltons that
their system has been hiding from us for centuries
show the world the light on this hidden path
to a society that above ground has killed
and slaughtered more men than
we could ever save from conversion

Stained.

Every time I think of you
I remember who I used to be

Never again will I be that person
Never again will I be so free.

Suddenly feel so much older
but not wiser
so uninterested in everything
and I'm sorry

I am not your friend
or at least...
one not worth having

To answer your question
why i don't like photographs...

I would have rather not existed...


and I'm sorry.

To be...

To be nothing without tragedy
To be nothing at all
To be lost
To be alone
To have this heart of stone
To be, no more

fiction

I have the fiction
hidden inside my basement
writing on its heaving chest
trying to resuscitate

something old
with
something newer

then my headaches begin
for so long, I ache
inching each stitch of words
in and out

I cannot leave without finishing this
before I can
step up that staircase
of my happiness

peel through the cellar door
leave the heaviness down
dragging out through the collar bones
and out through the nape of my neck

escape
me.
escaping this
monster inside
my basement

I, the feline

I am the creator.
the feline
beneath the trees and sunshine
leaves fall
I play beyond the wind
& it carries me
to you

familiar tides

Leagues of demons below my feet,
many miles under the sea,
resurfacing imminent,
how is one to keep them at bay?

The faces of lost loves and hells hounds,
all look the same,
they all tell me not to stare,
but I cannot look away.

Starting to remember each ones story now,
and how they achieved a place in my memory.

Starting to remember each ones faults now,
and how they achieved a place in the very back of my mind.

Hatred and Love,
Confusion and Fear,
Familiarities and Bad Experiences,
all rolling forward in sets of deep dark waves,
am I going roll with them or sink beneath the undertow?