Love in a rush!

I’ll put a jack rabbit spark in the mix to hurry the love lorn thief
May her guile be enough to steal a heart sealed by a deathly kiss
A woman of honor behind the cloak that hides shining armour
Or darkened shades of sin to rise from hell a burning desire


Broken, cracked and whole facades

“What shows in the cracks of the broken has more truth and intrigue than the whole facades of the normal and plain, thus I shall always seek the other over the norm”


The horde
The angry crowd
They stand at the gates with weapon in hand

The few are what remains
Remnants of ideals that find new champions upon which to stand

For the sake of a dream we will stain noble blades
Blood runs thick on fields of flowers that will forever be burned with violent screams

We the few
We the brave
We the fools

We have an edge to cut with and for a cause to die
So blacken your armour, scythe in hand
Lay heavy into the horde and make them rue the day

This is our hell and we demons will make angels weep and pray
For there is no more fury in heaven than in each swing of our blades

I will know the enemy bleeds, even if my life is the price I pay

A chapter hidden in the sly of a forgotten page

May we know each others demons and be bound to hold the knowledge we have stole

A memory to be cast away with the passing of pen over page, to this place we will not return

An echo of a shadow in the corner of a room brightly lit, a ghost in the beholders eye

The keeper of the keys, locked away in the prison of knowledge that he will never share

For I never asked to know what sins I hide, just the wish to forget and not breathe in honors sake another lie

A flicker of a thought on the side of dark

I’ve seen the dark side of crazy and the bright side of hope
A shot at what men call humanity and a vodka bottle for those that know not the touch of supportive hands
But it’s the edge of a smile on the face of a man possessed
That brings the sparkle of that moment in which I lived the most
A mind darkened in the grip of depression deep as the razor dances over flesh
For what is a life in the shadows where when one cuts, bleeds and screams
And despite such knowing acts, you never see the blood