11th-hour

Why now did i listen could have just stayed ive seen what can happen when lust mixes with envy i was your wicked little toy the one you needed your broken little boy you've shown me your life and lies now dont be coy ive shown you my shadow and did not run there was breathing and lying sweating and crying this envy caused fueled your screaming and caused my dying i guess i do run on coins another conquest a scratch in the dim you left your marks and i put you in my skin I was just your wicked fuckin toy grown to be your broken little boy you've shown me your heart and fucked mine aside a black spot across a chest of ink

Yes once heard round the world twice turned around broken in two a charm comes in threes all in a whirl nailed to a board the tendon strings of your puppetmaster twice in the feet once through the hands wanting peace in trade of sands first comes the memory then again around with a stylish knack twice meets this hung jury snap your fingers while they snap your back gorge now on what you thought was a truth lay eyes on a wolf that turned out to be a lamb that picture in a picture you wish upon that star swing that hammer and pierce it good we'll gring that stone smooth these weathered hands carve internal scars a jolt of freedom

Sometimes it happens only so soon unless its broken again only a truth can cover a lie and only a death can cover this truth never was a matter of time never was a matter of life only a matter of sin a brick for a stone and a stone for your dime this dime for a noose add into the mix a broken chair and a rigid pipe you've got yourself a night Your sea is my ocean my ocean my soul your souless notion my seemless goal the homeless man was talking and screaming crying and sighing to the end to the begining the devil reigns and heaven cries while your attention he has your wallet hes eyeing a simple facade yes but so is any city and i

A glowing light upon the dark this blanket prophecy of old an aging hunger and a simple mark a mime of sadness a soul story told clench your teeth bare your pain on a page a life is stole by this pen  history is made across that river with your token watching closely as the glow fades less than a moment after a lifetime a chapter written again before sunrise time is a fun thing but gruesome as well that hourglass runs regardless of life no need to think id rather not dwell it can cause much pain, joy, happiness and strife torn again flipped with sin turn around dont make a sound Broken bones with soild gowns motionless th

Art and Violence Timeless warnings and endless skies the battles earnings how our fathers died The blackbirds sings as the steel collides now deaths hand breathes their spirits fly a term of fear your face a mask scars and tears a grueling task reigns of fire eyes cast black your lovers pyre and a smokeless stack loss of a child this destruction of heart his bloodwork styles such a morbid art

I can take a hit I can take a blow ive been knocked a bit been pushed down low but this is new just as fast as it came it flew As strong as a raging fist this different emotion this different day an amazing notiong i thought i'd felt before i was wrong this i realized that day my nerves were shot emotions ran wild everything in me went scared my veins were taught all this to know it was shared unbelieveable but still true a mutual feeling strong but words flew at first almost a dream wating for the alarm to waken from a scream but its the case not a fake stream but there were other dreams many good very few scream

facedown in a position of prayer alse is the position chemical is the prayer a needle is an addition skin is punctured vein is ruptured trip is ensured all in vain a false reality you just ignore the pain to you its rationality a scar for every wound a wound fr ever lie a lie to all your truth a truth for all your memories as white as this page aged beyond your years that chemical kills the rage while depleting the tears you not only hurt yourself it filters to these who care fretting till the hour of twelve caught also in your snare are you alive? have you killed that soul? glazed over eyes that needle takes its tol

Fear and doubt one in the same from the heart comes shame though the brain is without chemical reasoning mixed with bookworm logic raw emotion cooked on flames of tonic veins pump blood memories pulse pain all in a flood with nothing to gain a weird sort of grin but starting again words on apper with invisible ink hands ever shakier and blood in the sink porcelain white stained and dyed red with worry every droplet was strained now every stain with a story

Life is a peculiar thing sometimes its right mainly its wrong everyone has they're version, theyre song we all answer to a different ring ive done a lot seen even more had my share of thoughts with others in store By all means its been interesting times have been fun others have been exciting not once have i turn and run growing up at an early age losing a piece each time wishing life were but a stage now just looking for a sign this is a new time in my life something which requires extra thought such a rush teetering on the edge of a knife as my inner demons continued crying as they rot still its far from over this new c