Down Hells’ Stairwell
Stuttering on words yet to be spoken
Pulling on the spirit yet to be broken
The wall has been breached
The lies have been preached
Take it for granted and it will leave you
Contort your mind and deceive you
There will be nobody left to believe you
Dismissing the blessing it took to conceive you
Darkening a heart that was a gift
Mastermind of the power shift
Negotiating for more
More than you had before
Which was more than enough
One holds the call, the other had the bluff
Betting all there is on the Ace
A phony disguise on your face
Unnoticed expressions behind your glasses
Doing whatever it takes to fool the masses
Make them laugh, make them smile
Corroborate the defense for the trial
Run a few feet or walk for a mile
Life has a way of turning the dial
On a light that burned out
Disappointed with how it turned out
You’ve made the lullaby frightening
Hide under the covers when you see the lightning
The pounding thunder makes you block your ears
You’ve let go of love and submitted to your fears
The puppeteer took control
Of your heart and your soul
So I bid you farewell
On your descent down Hells’ stairwell
Eye of the Beholder
We question our Halo but, never our horns
Roses shed their petals but, never their thorns
A word that is profound doesn’t make a sound
Closed-eye visions are redesigning the ground
Placing the blame at the feet of belief
Racing with shame, pain and grief
The word was stolen by the ruler and the liar
Fables were written in the pit of the fire
Spoken tales of fear from behind a podium
Chaotic verses that cause spiritual pandemonium
Frocks for the friars
Stocks for the buyers
Begging evil for a piece of it’s root
Chewing on flesh and neglecting the fruit
Truth is embedded in the minds of the forgotten
Sin is spit out because the taste is rotten
Slamming the door in the face of the emotions we feel
Opening the idea that none of this is real
Afraid of death when it’s merely a departure
Your walls are the target and I am the Archer
Leading us to the brink of extermination
Red in the face from the hostile determination
The end of your reign is coming and you know it
Leave this Earth and let us re-grow it
At the mercy of the darkness of night
Descending out of reach of the child of light
Repetitive Whistles
Perhaps the world isn’t spinning
Maybe the universe is a big clock ticking
Ringing in high noon
Times are changing for the sacred lover
Full with emptiness
Coming apart at the seams
A wooden face with a name that’s fake
Lonely hearts are judged by their beats
Abandoned by the bleeding cross
Crucified by the magnitude of the eruption
An aggressive fire burns leaving behind a past tense
Question marks for the pedigrees
Isolated enough to stay dead beyond life
Labeled by evil at first glance
Familiar places no longer welcome the embrace
Nothing to contribute but a misunderstanding
The source is overlooked by topic
Feeling the will to survive fall through the cracks
The desire to let loose this hold on life still lingers
Gloom awaits the return of the burning sky
Painting the eye of the secluded mind
Depression lays inside in a fetal pose
Derivatives of pain clear the path to the unholy
Pan flutes whistle with rancid goat breath
The bull has arrived with sharpened horns
Carcass by his side
He calls my name
