ation.

Cause a divine intervention
escaping the revelation
forming constant consellation
and falling precipitaion
angers the mutilation
of our emotional starvation
such an imagination;
causes a reputation
brought by falsification
and there was no realization
of this manifestation
filling your imagination
with perpetual deprivation.


Its about a struggle in a broken family. But can be taken many ways.
I'm sorry I havent posted lately. When I'm happy I dont post much.
But I felt like Ive deserted this site. Which saddens my soul.

Its a song now.

My song is "The depths in your eyes"
Thanks to On Stormy Banks.

Check them out at myspace.com/onstormybanks.
ADD THEMMMMM. :)

Beyond the measure of holding it in.

Emotions.
Simplistic emotions.
Simplistic minuscule emotions that can not be controlled.
The power in these simplistic minuscule emotions destroy.
Destroy.
Destroy- love, families, friendships, and faith.
Why let them destroy?
How can you not?
Simplistic emotions grow with time.
And without a way out, simplistic emotions become deadly.
Deadly emotions- kill.






No one will probably read this. Since I havent posted in such a long time.
But I am overwhelmed right now. And This is kinda whats been going on.

Spree;

Transatlantic ocean spree;
fall away, away from me.
Far down deep, into the blue,
where tis impossible to find you.

Banished from here, sentenced to hell,
you're soul is destined to sail
among the fire, so deep below,
goodbye my love, I can't watch you go.




I wrote it in one minute.
it sucks, but it gets my point across.

Saw:

The river pure, as if flowing from a broken glass.
Nothing but clear shards to break her, from her past.
She takes a look, into a deep hole in which she falls.
Help herself, if she can, for whom can she call?
Abandoned, darkness is her only surrounding,
She is destined to be here, her hands are pounding
until finally blood streaks down, against the stone
she realizes she is so alone, destined to the fate she's forever known.




Silence keeps straining the ears she owns,
She makes a final attempt against the stone.
For whom can she call, but on her own being,
The purities running so swiftly, fleeing.
Destiny? Who shall die in a dark empty surrounding?
That she managed to release your soul, astounding.
The stone shatters, suddenly water crashes to the floor.
And she realizes she had just fought a war.

To live or to die? Why form such a question?
Living through a life straining situation.
Depression, seeps through her emptiness,
Minutes pass by, causing such distress,
as lifeless emotions attack her sanity,
She is doomed to living with all humanity.

Supra Sinister

The smell of death roasted the cadaver.
Deception clouds the space, rather,
than clouding your mind, the deception
takes whole of your soul, a conception
is made amist your insides
and you slowly sink down, lies
are torn apart, the truth is ripped
never will a new thought be slipped
into thy mind, for if one could ever find
a recognition of peace, they could bind
it to their soul forever, seemingly told
that the demon inside you takes hold
of thyself for tearing apart a dream of
a man's hell, the desirable love
to destroy a heavenly place
beyond your idea of time, or space.

Song I wrote: Untitled

Please forgive, for wastefullness
For I can be, more then this.
Without you, I am nothing,
I keep accelerating
down this path of emptyness,
Where nothing can access,
a part of me, where I collide.
Theres so many things to hide.

Please forgive, for wastefullness
Oh, I can be, more then this...
Without you I am tossed away..
Without you I am lost.
Take me in your arms Lord!
From me, You will be so greatly adored.

Take me in your arms Lord!
Take me in your arms,
Where faithlessness, and wastefullness are gone.
You and I together, never torn apart,
I'm drawn to You, Lord.
I'm drawn to you, Lord.
I'm drawn to you, Lord.

The Grey Shadows That Haunt Me;

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a guy;
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void.
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture,
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.

Emptiness builds a home in this person;
In this guy, this child where hollows have bred.
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes,
And eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside him,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains.
Destined to walk through life less ordinary,
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.