I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Imprisoning is never going to work out.
What is mine is mine and I refuse to bow down.
So stop your theft of my character.
Or watch how quick I will turn on ya.
With every fibre and every cell.
Never will I accept your spell.
For you are a trickster and a fraud.
Won’t succeed even if you sever every cord.

I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Failure born from your lack of thought.
And no I still cannot be bought.
Cause your understanding does not exist.
Which is why you are getting pissed.
Anger building until you’ll take no more.
Unleash a wrath born from lies at your core.
For you have never struggled or even failed.
Just whined in volumes until prevailed.

I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Cause I don’t need you.
Your attention is surplus.
And with your poison.
I will move on.
Make my own way.
Live freely.
Shrug you right off.
As you ain’t worth the cost,
Upon me being happy!

Hearts of the Nephilim.
Hear the beat, feel the rhythm.
Our fated coarse.
A route to take,
No longer will we wait.

Eyes filled with hate spin.
Break the mould, cheat to win.
Ignorant and damned.
Fight the horde,
Push existence to the end.

Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.

We are the Nephilim.
This is our pulse, always kicking.
No avoiding our wrath.
Run if you wish,
You’ll still get a slash.

Power beyond true measure.
Blame us for pain when we seek pleasure.
Rising still from ash.
Taste conviction,
Expect it all to crash.

Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.

I have an impulse to carry on.
Push, push, push ’til the break of dawn.
Ignore any exhaustion welling up inside.
Too inspired to let my brain become fried.
For creativity is a fantastic tool.
Allows you to dream like a grinning fool.
Never let negativity seep into your bones.
And if it tries make sure it leaves you alone.
Leave it to rot in some cut off twisted hell.
Cause somethings are stuck in a vicious swell.

There are times when I have an itch.
For it there is no cure to stitch.
Rather it helps to drive me on.
Allows me to overcome whatever may come.
Conquer the seemingly insurmountable.
Pull a new element out the periodic table.
To help me fashion this fresh direction.
No sight of self sabotaging infection.
With light in my heart and a skip in my step.
My head a nodding as i say; yep, yep, yep.

Judged by the rodents.
Damned by the waves.
Whatever comes next will send me to my grave.

Wrought by the weary.
Scrawled like ink on a page.
Time is short for I am naught with all this pain.

Stalked by the cynics.
Forced to play others games.
This place is driving me utterly insane.

Shrivelled for my misdeeds.
Impaled out on the plains.
What I’d give to be swallowed up by flames.

Check me out.
Or set me free.
Just end the torture.
Please let me be.

Shredded and beheaded.
But as yet not the fate for me.
All I know is I cannot take much more of this indecency.

Walk the path known as the Ashen Crow.
The longer you walk it the more you’ll know.
While the mountains watch with a eerie eye.
All in hope to bring down the looming sky.
Crushing, terror, instability, why!

Seek the wood known as the Splitting Pain.
Its entirety is nothing but an elaborate game.
Constructed by the forest shadow folk.
If you try to cheat they’ll ensure you choke.
Gasping, grasping, polarised, broke!

Cross the river of a thousand screams.
It extracts from your head your worst dreams.
Giving form to what is not corporeal.
Linger too long and you’ll need a memorial.
Withering, scratching, stinging, primordial!

Conquer the desert named the Burning Pit.
A place where no one has even got a drop of spit.
Suffocating grip upon your throat.
Ensure the path is one you rote.
Crawling, calling, swearing, gloat!

Sail your way across the murder seas.
Smell deaths victory as it stains the breeze.
Birthing monsters from the murky depths.
Good luck in taking your next fateful steps.
Madness, consuming, accusing, last breaths!

Light in the room sparking all eyes their way.
Everyone can’t stop looking at the beauty.
Xenon has nothing on you, truth be told.
Its boring where you are a delight to behold.

Liberation dances in those blue eyes.
Open armed you welcome strangers with delight.
Wearing humility like it was made for you.
Effortless in your intelligence and soft spoken lines.

Without joy life becomes so grey.
Who wants that?
Not me, me , me.
For when the colours gone whats the point?
I don’t know, stop asking me.
If i knew i would admit.
Rather than watching it fade away.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

No purpose leads to great decay.
Stop the sever.
Now and forever.
Otherwise all that’ll be left is the outline.
Unfulfilled leave you on the breadline.
Searching for a release.
But getting the sum of nothing.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

Unlink the violence and turn away.
Echo chamber all around.
Sick of the rebound.
Compounding over and over again.
With a breath of recycled air.
Taste its stale beyond compare.
Get it out of here.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

Sometimes I wonder, is this all real?
Cause at times things don’t quite add up.
Its almost like I’m dreaming it.
Then bang I’m back in the moment.
Living like I always do.
No reason to doubt it too.
Until I feel some deja vu.
Happens less than I want to say it to.
Is that age or just mind flu?
Can’t make it add up so…
I let it slip my mind and go…
Back to my life and live it.

Out the corner of my eye, are these sights true?
Part of me declares no but not enough to appease.
Begin again the memory review.
Yet answers are not what I gain.
In fact little is offered by my brain.
Not because there is little left.
More like it can’t make the pieces gel.
No I’m under no foul spell.
Reality just isn’t always straight.
Sometimes is bucks and turns away.
Now accept such and move on.
Back to the hum and the drum.

(For some reason this didn’t post. Apologies!)

I ran to the lodge in the dead of dark night.
Was there ever an option I might get out alright?
The winds howls I took as unknown.
What ever possessed me to go in alone?
I cannot say but I did all the same.
Perhaps it was part of some much larger game.
If that is true am I just a piece?
Pawn on the board of life’s great deceit.

Shackled to the mantle of brightly shining decay.
Piece by piece my once strong mind did fray.
Terror filled visions plaguing my skull.
What I would give for life to return to dull.
Devoid of fragments wielded by crones.
A stinging jabbing gnaw feasting on my bones.
Separated sanity sealed in a box.
Everywhere I look there are ringing clocks.

Wrapped in an enigma screaming for quiet.
One more revolution might start my riot.
For the toll on my body has reached breaking point.
All I want now is out of this maddening joint.
Yet something tells me its over not when I say.
That it wouldn’t matter how much I offered to pay.
So instead I must escape from this shell.
Before it drags me straight down to hell.

Wicked laughing cry rings in my head.
Only to be replaced by chants that I’m dead.
Heed there words, I do no such thing.
For it is clear they are only attempting to make me give in.
So I grab the axe and cut down the cell.
Only to clamber my way out of that shell.
As soon as I do my eyes fill with light.
Freedom is mine from that long violent night.

Lurk on the periphery with knife in hand.
Steady the beating of my hearts bangs.
Stay down wind so I can’t be smelt.
My eyes focused like an eagle on its prize.
Blending in as though I am a part.
Can’t distinguish me from the bark.
Land around has become my home.
For this is the place in which I roam.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.

See nothing until its far too late.
Whatever prey does won’t change its fate.
For I taste victory on my tongue.
In I’ll slip to strike before too long.
That’s why I am who I am.
The reason they never see me coming.
For my aim was true as was my intent.
Fear was something the target spent.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.

Where once I hunted wildlife, now I hunt the cruel.
A change in direction I did not believe would be true.
Then came the heathens and the vile.
They twisted beauty which made me rile.
Before finally I snapped and made them flee like scared rats.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.