In the dark of night. Abusing a portion of light. While others are sleeping. And some are escaping. A serpent spews out fantasy. Unjustified blasphemy.
Guilty until proven innocent. We condemn your soul and fate. Never mind the possibilities. Too busy for logic or to calculate. . Take part in a diminishing breed.
To forgive is to suffer. . Throughout our time a thought escapes us. To enforce a word, no. Holdin' on to pain it may seem to some. . The easy way to say okay.
I don't mean to dwell. But I can't help myself. When I feel the vibe. And taste a memory one time in life. When years seemed to stand still. . When I close my eyes.
Drifting into the lives. Seep into the soul. Where emotions hide. . Dark skies were beating me down with shadows. Of deceit, slashing at trust till it forever bleeds.
It comes from the depths. Of a place unknown to the. Keeper of dreams. If it could then it would steal. The sun and the moon from the sky. Beware. . Human at sight, monster at heart.
What pain will it take?. To satisfy you. Your sick appetite. Go in for the kill. . Always in sight, prey. The time always right, feast. Feed on the pain, taste.
Wherever we go, whatever we do. Your shadow is. Not far behind our steps and our breath. Protecting and watching all. . Observing spirits on the wall.
The journey begins with curiosity. And involves into soul-felt questions. On the stones that we walk. And choose to make our path. Sometimes never knowing.
From above and around observations are collected. Knowledge is taken in by curious life forms. That may bring hope from beyond beneath the giver of life, our sun.
I told you once but I will say it again. When you live the flesh it's the beginning of the end. . It will take you in, it will spit you out. Behold the flesh and the power it holds.
Ashes and promises share a bond. Through the winds of change, words are blown away. When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind. The power to let go is sometimes hard to find.
Built from blind faith, passed down. From self-induced fantasy, turn a page to justify. . Conjuring power, it opens wide on your seventh day. Is that how it's done?.
Look down at the body. You may see no trace of wounds. In the eye, the eye of the beholder. One cannot, assume. . Not a drop of blood is drawn. But you know how it bleeds.
I would describe it as. A invisible darkness. Casting, a shadow. A blinding black. Guarded, by hope. My soul is kept safe from. The bloody claws. . Look the way b'yond.
Crossing the line into the other side. Emerging as prisoners to the emptiness of the time. . To the left and to the right, from behind they're out of sight.
A tool to do good has gone bad. Electric altar for a new religion. . A new way to link. A new way to think. Individual thoughts. That have come missing.
So there they stood. On a mountain, revealing their wisdom. While taking in all that earth had to give to them. And what it hid, secrets that shadows of time concealed.
Same place, different time, same chase. A different line. A chance to heal, to allow what's real. To take its course. . Like a brush in hand, to paint a picture.
And when life seems to be complete. It comes and knocks us off our feet. The element of surprise. The vengeful attack. Straight on your back it will send you.