Let us pray, that
When the red fades,
Anger dies —
Wrath is so much worse
When it survives the night.

I'll save you
From the bright side,
Where you know not reality,
And take you
To the downside,
To teach you about misery,
And show you
What life is like
Outside your golden cage.

Godless? Sure,
But faithful
That the world at heart
Is not evil.
Lawless? Perhaps,
Yet respectful,
To all that's not mine.
If only you could
Claim the same,
Without self-delusion, or lying
Your pious little ass off.
We are not alike.

I'll save you,
And teach you
How to live.

Every little challenge,
A mountain in its own right —
We shall overcome.

Decades from where we began,
Stampeding towards the end —
This far estranged from life,
Death becomes me.

I'm not who I've become,
I'm not who I once was.
This far estranged from love,
Hate becomes me.

Hear me
Spit my truths in anger,
So you may believe
What I cannot.
Watch me
Play the part I loathe —
Not dragged along,
Just afraid to stop.

Life-blind and waning,
A moon set in red —
Half-hearted obsession
With hints of depression.
Draw your night and
Lay the past to rest.

No little moments,
Little things,
Small opinions,
Little feelings —
Life is grand
In all its tiny glory.

Truthless,
Endless shifting ways,
Nothing keeps us busier
Than change.

Soothing past
Scars fresh wounds over —
Little monsters grow up
So damn fast.

The sun may come
Around, around,
A ray will light but once.
The wind may turn the arrow back,
A breeze, once felt,
Shall nevermore be touched.

I get it,
This is what you do —
Unchanging,
Unconscious,
Unrelenting.
Just realize,
You're doing it
Exclusively
For you.

We call them
Sick, misguided,
Even damaged —
And yet,
We watch their depravity
With boundless fascination.

Crazed
We sing along
Ballads of madmen,
Celebrating
Our insane circumstance.

Cruel and
Belligerent —
The mean
Justify
An end.

Death portrayed
A thousand ways —
Dying light,
No sunset looks the same.

Living for impression
In the latest
Gallow fashion.

The dream
Is not the beanstalk,
But the place
To where it leads —
If only we could get there
Riding the cow instead.