If it Matters To Thee, Then It’s Not In Me

Nameless narrations before artificial condemnation, my situation fearing the unspoken path among the tokens of my tainted past. Created diversions my unwanted conversion, consuming perversion still, I chose neither meek or discreet, can't repeat unwilling to delete. The crowd is what a fool believes redemption a tease! if you please aroused? ruckus rubbish never admit…Read more If it Matters To Thee, Then It’s Not In Me

Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask

Peeled clean beneath the mask you wear your wicked spirit rejecting your minds hold on your chosen reality, still undaunted by this confusion concealed by your lack of morality Descending into the blighted reaches of humanity lay your rancid heart picking at the scabs of a rotting soul, feel thy sting in the bitter cold.  …Read more Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask

The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I'm the task I'm the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaning…Read more The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me