The Hardest PartIn the wake of all my loss you sayThat "All You've sought is far away,You need to leave your heart today,And forget about the past someway"You say "There's hope that's here to stay,That she will come somehow, some way."Although you can't assure the dateI believe in truth your words, with faithThe passion that I pour in vainShould be at Him, the Light, the WayIn all my ways I must seek HimAnd not this affection I seek insteadHe will guide my life you sayIf I would keep my "wants" at bayHe will crush my pain this dayIf I'll just let Him fight His way
SongI fall in love with songsThat speak the essence of my soulIf the words fit so perfectlyThey make my heart unfold'Cause I love the best of truthI win and lose all the sameWith every word I want to screamI try to move onBut keep playing backThe song in my headWithout the any regretTo if Ill laughOr if I'll cryWow there I go againReleasing my thoughts upon the worldAnd to everyone I meetIt's all so ****ed upUnless God himself intervenesI put music into the placeThat only her love will ever fillWasting all my time just listeningAnd fighting about who killed the "we"All these thoughts run through my headAbout how I feel when she's standing just aheadOr what I'll feel when she's staring right at himAnd worst of allI really did fallWhen she wasn't there to help at allShe was always mine firstBut is now forever lostTo the abyss that cameIn the wake of lossShe was my womanBut there she goesOff to enjoy her honeymoonHolding 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 tightThe siphon that saps my will to fightI can't control the feelings insideI search and search but cannot findThe strength to put it all asideAnd from out of the darkness the enemy stalksWith sword in hand still nearer he walksHe glares at me with eyes of fireAs he hefts his weapon he roars with ireDown comes his blade straight and trueDown to collect what he claims his due