SongI fall in love with songs
That speak the essence of my soul
If the words fit so perfectly
They make my heart unfold
'Cause I love the best of truth
I win and lose all the same
With every word I want to scream
I try to move on
But keep playing back
The song in my head
Without the any regret
To if Ill laugh
Or if I'll cry
Wow there I go again
Releasing my thoughts upon the world
And to everyone I meet
It's all so ****ed up
Unless God himself intervenes
I put music into the place
That only her love will ever fill
Wasting all my time just listening
And fighting about who killed the "we"
All these thoughts run through my head
About how I feel when she's standing just ahead
Or what I'll feel when she's staring right at him
And worst of all
I really did fall
When she wasn't there to help at all
She was always mine first
But is now forever lost
To the abyss that came
In the wake of loss
She was my woman
But there she goes
Off to enjoy her honeymoon
Holding his hand not my own
YouI hear your words but cant make their sound.
I feel your touch but cant turn around.
I see your face but you're nowhere to be found.
I fear I am sinking but I stand on solid ground.
It may seem I'm winning but the enemy still pounds.
Revelation Rising -small part-On a lonely rain drenched street in Seattle just a little after 2am a very well dressed man was walking the couple blocks from his work to the parking garage where his car wait. He was a lawyer at a firm that specialized in personally injury claims in 'on the job' accidents.
He was a tall, well built man with, slicked back dark hair and was dressed in a very expensive black Armani suit with matching black tie and well polished shoes. He was also carrying a black leather briefcase with gold plated latches and his initials engraved with gold leaf near the handle. The case was a gift from his boss after he won a case where a drunken employee fell climbing an alleged faulty ladder. The judgment was for a whopping $3.4mil and bankrupted the corporation. This in turn meant a very large bonus check for his efforts.
Though it wasn't that much further to the parking garage where he had parked his brand new black Lamborghini, he was anxious to get home a
SyphonFear the binder that holds me tight
The siphon that saps my will to fight
I can't control the feelings inside
I search and search but cannot find
The strength to put it all aside
And from out of the darkness the enemy stalks
With sword in hand still nearer he walks
He glares at me with eyes of fire
As he hefts his weapon he roars with ire
Down comes his blade straight and true
Down to collect what he claims his due
The RoadWe walk the road less traveled.
Its overgrown and
unpaved, shadows dance across the path.
Eyes watch from
just out of reach, unblinking, waiting to strike.
We know what lies at the other end but the legions of
hell stand on our left and right.
And every once in awhile a
burly well armed demon will step out of the ranks and challenge us.
But such is the way to
Such is the fight of the