• "is everything alright?" the words spout out to see,
    never reaching all the way to the ends near to me.
    to the sky and back it's hard to know the truth to be thrown,
    the meaning to flow with rhythm and be at peace in three.
    but now it's no more to me. the rhyme is no longer apart to be.
    no more to be the kink in the armor they use to mourn the integrity,
    a martyr for all kinds of guilty generosities.
    it's like the bloody battle at the burning tree,
    another sight to see, to uncover the morning deeds.
    it's the blackmail that no one wants to see,
    filled to the brim with the facts we heed.
    it's only the chance to crumble away.
    to fall down the stairs while the others fade away.
    but they say it will get better,
    that the light will shine with ferocity,
    an animosity towards the living hatred inside of me,
    blessed with life to be the better of me.
    but it's just a plague of shadows cast upon the reason to be.
    there's no more to me, the eyes see through the mourning curiosity,
    it's like the beat we all tap to, what more is to know.
    to lose control of the feeling altogether more or ever,
    founded to be the reason for the case in treason,
    to bear the right to the sounds of meadeorocidy.
    the thoughts of the righteous dead against the cattle of fright less dread,
    pick your choice since no ones ahead.
    but it doesn't matter cause it's all just in your head.
    it's the few that is weeded out to take the curse in hand,
    the seed of evermore, a pillar of seasons thorns.