And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?
And I look around me
and I realize
There is none to be had here.
I must leave this behind
fight through to reach the fires
and once the cleansing flames caress me
hold me warm again in their embrace
Then I shall rise
For one can not fall unless one has risen
and I
I still choke on the ashes
of the fires that consumed those
who sought to use me as the fuel
for their fires of ascension.
for I stand in the flames of others
and know
that I shall not be fed upon
will not be burned
because
I start the fire
I remember
I remember a bully that was a frenemy
When we wasn’t fighting he would talk to me
The things he said had sense of normalcy
Now I know he was molested
Just like me
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
I remember the man who has beaten me
Only blood we had was from calamity
But he was part of the stepfamily
Pain wasn’t all he was teaching me
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
She had eyes the size of the world it seems
with a heart that was broken like her dreams
caught up in a torrent when she swims the streams
pale blue eyes whose tears can’t redeem
I remember
The veins of my roots coming through the soil
I remember
The rage in the blood that would make it boil
I remember
The agony I had to share so they’d recoil
I remember
Runaway, now the details do not matter
Be the same on another plain in another time
The path of destruction has tributaries
and the agony of survival is sublime
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
Shadow People
One-touch
The light comes on
The strength returns
The doubt is gone
I can run forever
One breath
The pain is gone
Doubt disappears
Nothing is wrong
I can run forever
To live
We first must die
One clean Stab
We open the eye
I can see forever
Alive
No rules apply
Fire-powered machine
And the world will fry
I will live forever
In time
My brothers arrive
Whispering to me
That the plan goes live
I have lost forever
Bleeding out
The lights turn off
Slipping to abyss
With Kalashnikov
I am the never
…
But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I can live forever
They speak
Whisper to me
Another little touch
A can be
I will burn forever
Ride edges
They call to me
Planning my demise
I need to see
Into the forever
But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
Constant companions
Do they die when I sleep
Do they walk when awake
must maintain for their sake
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
Heresy in Death
The afterlife is a huge plane, not flat.
There are plateaus
The plateaus are as large as needed; each is a realm protected by the gods of the past and of the now.
Power is that of will, boosted by the faith of the followers
The vast valleys between the plateaus are filled with the faithless dead
, the faithless dead die again and again, lacking the divine protection of the realms of the plateaus
And there is hunger
that can cause one to consume the bodies of the dead souls. This can nourish as well as corrupt. The act of nourishing happens when healing your fellow dead. Corruption from consuming.
Your power can be increased through the faith of your followers. But they cannot be told this in the beginning. Only voluntary faith creates the connection between the faithful and the bright one.
Bright one must protect.
can start raising a plateau.
The dark ones feed and warp those they consume into twisted parodies of the souls they were in life.
Mesh
The stars will fall
Heaven will hear
the gravity of our distaste
The filth will come
the truth is now
can not be erased
Vile the hand
led by the head
that shined so bright before
Rotting away
the accolades
starved forever more
I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!
The bonds they hold
the web you wove
the husk you will leave
corrupt the beauty
you create
a hell so soft inside
another touch
another day
another left tossed aside
a broken one
a trusting one
Now it’s time to DIE
I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!
The pieces left
they linger on
reminding you of what was
How many lives
each are the knives
Cut the truth into your skin
Reality
the final cut
that brings you wide awake
all are gone
who sheltered you
and now the pain begins
I want you to fall to me
warping ’till you break
nothing left but hell and fear
A taste of all your victim’s hate!