Inconsistencies

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Repeat

Why does your image haunt me
Even now?
Was that really how it was supposed to be?
At this point in time, I wouldn't know how

I loved you first
And you stole my heart
Unfortunately, how it went about was the worst
It tore my world apart

I know the specifics
Acknowledged the mistakes I've made
How about you, the prefix?
Because now it's pretty hard to make lemons out of lemonade

To go back to that version of me
Before everything I'd hoped for fell through
Yet, find a way to avoid a repeat
Is what I'm determined to do

I'm collecting every piece of me
Going down the rabbit hole
This isn't where I've aimed to be
But necessary to retrieve what you stole

So, I'll brave every memory
To confiscate who I am
Then, I'll bury you in sedimentary
And leave the rest to the sands

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Coincidence

Things are different now
Falling into place
I've got to find it somehow
The ability to save face

Because I'll lose myself in this
I'm more than 100% sure
Is this mere coincidence?
Where could this lead the future?

I'm stressing on made-up delusions
And losing my heart to distorted illusions
I need to meditate on peace
And soon I'll be able to find it with ease

I know the truth
As it stands
His warmth's the proof
Somehow I know he understands

There's really no way to know
All I can do is believe
Go with the flow
And be open and willing to receive

Friday, November 7, 2014

Freedom

We waste another day
In land called free
Who saved us anyway?
We stand on guard for 'thee'?

I don't think we needed saving
But we sure do now
'Cause it's not just concrete they are paving
It's also the forests they're tearing down

Strip us of our spirits
Throw us in the dust
We already know what fear is
With a cold, hard coating of lust
Blanket us with rust
And pray to Baphomet this world won't bust

In the end, we have our ways
Throw all your weapons forth
They won't touch my infuriating rage
It covers me like a cage
And in this act, sets the stage
We must keep our compass point North

I have keys many, all lined in a row
Cost no pretty penny, cost me not a soul
I open my mind, and you'll jump inside
To steal all these secrets it holds

Armor and weapons
Magic and myth
I call all this forth from mine own dark abyss
Baphomet help you, he could only wish
That his inner darkness was in fact dark as this
Monters, demons, mad scientists too
They all fin and fiddle to my buckaroo
In this world, I do say as I please
And here I make Lucifer bend to his knees
Struggle and struggle, he will with his might
He just aught not to see through such a fight
Boil and bubble, he'll swell and he'll sway
And citizens of Earth would not know what to say
Let it be written, and if taken down
Surely your last breath would be as if drawn underground