Sad Songs Sing

It's an old sad song, forgetting the importance of right and wrong with the bests of intentions the debate begins actions! are our sins. Chastising a cheat! still victimizing the weak! the advantage we seek your anxious but able, articulate in your cable, fairness is just a fable. Callous without a cue, a crude! cynical…Read more Sad Songs Sing

Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Eyes bleeding naked from a kiss, this sting of pain your wrath! restrains, the hummingbird sings. When you pealed the flesh from my wounds, deciding my doom! the delicate bouquet you've placed on my tome. In your chests beats the heart of a beast claws and fangs built for the feast, before cries that matters the lease. Your…Read more Cat And Mouse I’m Food, It’s Rude

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane

Can You Spare Dollare

Let talk about money, it seems to be the subject of mankind we need it, make it, steal it, waste it, chase it, all of the time. Some sell their soul solid gold, the killers blood turning cold the payments for your unspeakable sins, that sickness within. Our mothers wifes and daughters, are trading the…Read more Can You Spare Dollare

The Seeds Of Contempt

Are you willing! oh callously cunning seeking to beseech this weary heart of mine. What I see, the wrath in your mockery brazenly bitter mask hiding reality, hypocrisy! That egotistical aristocratic demeanor lacking humanity losing ability, to be a dreamer. Blatantly boastful extracting tears from my eyes cruelly corrupt ensures you'll be along when you…Read more The Seeds Of Contempt

Which Will It Be

The fear of death docile fools guilty leading the unwilling pressing pleads of the hateful it's discreet yet still reviling Their dishonesty this disdainful demise roots of the tree compulsively combative over the things they refuse to see The falseness of their faithful famously callous before thee shall you not see when the dejected become…Read more Which Will It Be