1. THE SKIES ARE BLACKENED NOT BY CLOUDS, BUT INSECTS

Nails seem to rain from the sky
A curse upon the common man
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony
An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless,
And the hate driven
A glimpse into the future
Standing on the edge of the world
That has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization
Breathe in the blackened sky
Feel as the insects fill your lungs
Their reproduction
Nails seem to rain from the sky
A curse upon the common man
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony
An honor only to the spiteful
To be chosen to reign, but reign I will not


2. IN TIMES OF WARS AND WORRIES

I write in times of wars and worries for
I set out to do battle with the likes of your past
I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands
Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows
Paint vivid pictures of lustful punctures
I write in times of wars and worries for
I set out to do battle with likes of your past
In regards to my worries
They have fallen prey in my manner,
To my fortress and my enemy
Pray for she in this time of war,
She now is my salvation,
My end till the end of this raging war


3. A NEVER ENDING SEARCH FOR CLOSURE

Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge
My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking
I hold out my hands using this frame to go
Seek vengeance upon the living through
Possession killing their killers with these hands,
My hands
To grant me their visions,
Their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams
I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries
To a child you were their only trust,
The only light to be shaped not to decay
Souls were too young to cry out,
Only left to watch as their protecors become the possessed
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge
My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking
How many of the innocent, the defenseless
Have to fall from a loved ones hands?
In this life span there will be
This revenge which only some may wish for


4. WHEN TWO BLOOD TYPES COALESCE

Two fingers hold a light,
That in time will filter out all the bad times
Cherishing a nourished future, holding onto letting go
Saltwater expressions wash over a pale face,
Leaving the other to reflect it back
A fold, a crease, a setting,
All began with only a decline.
Crumbling barriers give way to an unbearable friction
Cold shivers, their skin sticks
To the barrels of their release leaving behind
A trail of their types amongst the sheets
Collect the remains,
The families shall remember not to inconvenience,
Let sorrow set in with despair to dig the hole
In a time when two blood types coalesce
Smiles will never be so shallow again
But rain in the light, undefined by an unbalance