satan's offspring

The pain of day to day linger for i cannot stay i want to go to a tomorrow because yesterday is full of decay The empty bottle rests while the present fades if only i knew where to stay maybe ill find a better day For today is not a day that i can call a saving grace The whispers and sirens Keep them at bay but you'll never know what they say The saving grace might be a wolf layed to rest among the sheep The fear of anger fulls the weak a day of reckoning will be sweet

the consequence of no speak will lead to a day of only reap The souls of those who know no better will soon be shown there is no endeavour

broken glass

& shattered lenses the sky is dark but blood will cleanse it The only mark left unseen is the mark across the stream for only he knows where it goes but the river never flows the dam is broken but never reopened

Birds they sing the never ending ring will he come for me or am i forsaken have i lost all my cause or am i Just forever wondering IF I MUST

The surface cracks but everfrost can't detach the soul is wicked and cold but the heart yearns for warmth and solace will thy ever know how it felt? Or will he forever be a memory on a Shelf

He who knows no more forever a chore in the end it's all a bore

for blood spilt never mends but blood drank forever seals the wounds of a fallen angel will never become a hero but The devil rotten & hollow is all that's left on his path for true identity he has to become The thing from which he always runs

if only the case was so simple then maybe he wont feel so complex for in his eye there is no colour only dark thoughts and bad desires

The place once home burns like hell but maybe that's why he fits so well for in his dreams he has no will the desire to die will always thrill

the hands used to carve the stone are the same hands that break His world

For this time there will be no savior his only hope is in the last prayer for forgiveness of his thoughts and the consequence of his heart the need to go on is no longer for the one thing of true desire is closer than they can admire The silent ring and flash of a beam is the last song this bird will sing for he was once a man but greed fulled his needs the desire to find divinity broke his dreams