Restraint is for the merciful;
It’s something I find quite non-surgical.
I’d rather carve than engage in negotiation,
For it builds upon my reputation;
Of vicious heart with a murderous mind.
Time to cut the body from the rind.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Kindness is for the meek.
To me it has always tasted sweet.
It’s why I ravage and erode.
Live by my self-serving code;
Served by my hands of blood.
Drenched so thoroughly you might think its mud.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Forgiveness was constructed by fools.
The sort who always change the rules.
Play at being nice and kind,
But when you turn your back they grind;
Reduce you down to a pile of dust.
At least I’m honest with my bloodlust.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Understanding is so uninspiring.
To be honest I find it disgustingly tiring.
Hence why I will ignore the claims and carry on.
Embark on what I find is fun.
Butchering souls who walk too near.
Breed within them ravines of fear.

Stalk and slay.
That is your way.
Feast on the prey.
Sickening display.

Know what matters to you the most.
Raise your glass to it and toast.
For your self-worth will remain the key.
Never discard or hand it away for free.
Build your kingdom; see it grow.
Through you life will continually flow.
Yet wounds will come to rip you wide.
Take each one of them in your stride.
Repair and reform but don’t lose hope.
Everything that happens is within your scope.
Capable of being overcome.
Do not give in to that demand to run.
For your wishes are all you need.
Ignore how others might feast on greed.
They are not you and you don’t need them.
Keep a tight hold upon your gem.
It is your world and the days yet to come.
Always remember the beat of your drum,
As it sits deep within your chest.
Those are the only feelings to be possessed.
For they guide and decide what is your route.
Along its path you will find plenty of loot.
That which matters and keeps you merry,
Also it leads you away from the Reaper’s awaiting ferry.

Key in the lock brings you the feeling;
Haunting is a big part of what you’ve been stealing.
A lesson in the cellar and a book in the rack.
You walked into this mess now see if you can get back,
With no directions to justice or connections to climb.
What is the purpose in taking your time?

Fist in the face forges a believing.
All of the voices seem reliant on scheming.
Ghost in the graveyard holding a frog.
Is there a meaning or is it a part like a cog,
In a big machine you do not understand?
The speeches given sound overly grand.

Delusion packed into staged decline;
Everywhere you look is covered in grime.
Sown into sockets which bring forth your fear.
It strikes at your heart like a perfectly hurled spear.
Breeding deicide which has overrun in circles.
Might be why you are stuck with a track full of hurdles.

Systematic sense of self-prevailing sin.
Its accompanied by a staged wide smiling grin.
Sales in motion and a glimmer in the eyes.
Each word that they speak is just to disguise;
Mask the destruction for which they greedily thirst.
Forever they will crave to be the very and only first.

Unwind the connections to solve the mystery.
Each piece is wrapped in a bloated dynasty,
Of sick minded masters begging for bread.
Below the surface maybe you’ll learn of skins shed,
By the fools who played in the fires.
Far too obsessed with their hungry desires.

Languish under skies of melting moons.
Where you reside is frequented by nothing but loons.
Harbour or commit heresy for the solution.
That can be your one and only contribution,
In a parade built on rubble.
You know you will soon be in deep trouble.

Slam shut the door if you hope to escape.
If you don’t you’ll face an endless scrape.
The skinning of memories until they are spent,
Into the whirlwind of lies endlessly sent.
But you want a victimless type of life,
So do as is written before comes tricked sacrifice.

I hear you wish to garner favour;
Never will it be done with your behaviour.
Charged in without a thought or sense.
Now you plead for recompense.
Disjointed in your way of thinking.
So you hold us captive until we are sinking.
Beyond the realms of being saved.
Best description for the act is depraved.
Unleashed by a hand most enthralled by violence.
All that remains are the eons of deathly silence.
Formed to shapes which do not belong.
The only word we speak is cried; wrong.
Hallucinations fashioned from decayed bombs,
Over these methods you hold no qualms.
Polluted into red venomous bile.
Demanding everyone else is put to trial.
Cape of thorns hangs off your back.
Wallow in the darkest pit of black.
Orders which you declare with joy.
To you we are nothing but a toy;
Objects to be manipulated.
In preparation for us to be subjugated.
Twisting histories to form a narrative.
For you that is most imperative.
Cementing your dominion over all.
From here on out all we shall do is stall.
Favour ripped from our mangled hands.
Alongside it came the conquering of these lands.
Behaviour damned when you stole the world.
Leathery wings of desecration unfurled.

Our world is on fire.
Cause has been our desire.
In this age of desperate introspection;
Contemplation is needed to stem the infection.
Ignore the signs and wait for the blade.
Either way the universe will be getting repaid.
Salvation or sacrifice;
These are the only options that will suffice.

Disease is so far along.
Can’t you see we were wrong?
Obsessed with our own little fixations.
Twisted our homes into rank abominations.
Carving deep into the priceless skin.
This is malice we are living within.
Judgement or cataclysm;
Soon will come for our lack of revision.

Ragnarok is around the bend.
An SOS will not halt the end.
Genocide wrought by our contempt.
The hands of time are almost spent.
What do we all need,
To understand toward oblivion we speed?
Death or decision;
Time to choose or accept extinction.

Mounted to galleons, we’re carved to the mast.
Implored and exploited we look at the past.
What was, will forever be.
Claims that we cry over the skies of a boiling sea.

Fashioned from mistakes repeated each day.
So little is filled with our personal say.
Slay the expectations freely.
Disaasociate with what the universe wants ideally.

Made wicked by the permanent shift in demand.
Feels like our universe is balanced on a strand.
One false move we’re going down.
No wonder we’re living with masks to hide the frown.

Mashed into cookie cutter uniform outline shape.
On the outside we look like things meant to bake.
Why do we call this OK?
Hope is quickly fading under the light of stupidity.

Bolted into our mainframe of pure madness.
Still we wonder why there is such sadness.
Fixated on a useless point.
Its as if we wish to break along a weak joint.

Having drive doesn’t always lead to a prize.
Yes that is quite the confusing surprise.
But it is so true.
Instead it can lead us to being…

Mounted to galleons, we’re carved to the mast.
Implored and exploited we look at the past.
What was, will forever be.
Claims that we cry over the skies of a boiling sea.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Courageous in but its not coming out.
Pierce it through with all the doubt.
Mounted high and observed too long.
Where is it coming from?
Questions stated with answers unknown.
Feels like predictions of dog with a bone.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Jagged at the edge of bringing relief.
Someone again is calling for a chief.
Analyse and comprehend what might be OK.
Here is how it fades away.
Hobbled by a dimension in rutted groove.
That should be the cue for a change in mood.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Value placed upon the outspoken.
Acting as though they are the awoken.
Agend wrapped in shrouds and shills.
Why is it this always spills?
Comments passed without an urge.
Soon will come the endless purge.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Ratchet the response and make a claim.
If it goes wrong simply point the blame.
Handsfree is not meant to excuse.
Days stolen by a ruse.
With complication never overcome.
This is where piles the mound of scum.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Winter berries and heavy snow,
From where I once lived with you.
Memories are strong and filled with joy.
Do you remember how you called me boy?
A joking jab aimed at my youthful looks.
While my face was shoved in amongst my books.
And how you have have weathered fairly.
At times I find it to be scary.
For why am I graced with such an angel?

Spring song with rivers that rush;
You remain my premanent crush.
Smiling wide without a solitary care.
How I admire that we are still right here.
Living as we think for us is the best fit.
For in this garden of Eden we love to sit.
No remorse for what has come before.
All of it stands outside our door.
And how am I still graced by you angel?

Summer sun and a need to hide;
About now we could do with a nearby tide.
To cool our bodies and our minds.
That sun is so intense with how it blinds.
But speak ill we do not choose to do.
For these moments are but a few,
And summer brings the joys of exploration.
Alongside them burst our invigoration.
Yet I cannot overcome how you are my angel.

Autumn has returned once more;
Its leaves are endlessly knocking at our door.
Days are cooler and nights quite mild.
To me being here with you is what makes me smile.
It might sound soppy but I don’t care.
You and me was my only prayer,
And it was answered so I’m content.
When I said bliss this is what I meant.
Still at a loss when I see you my angel.

Youth is just as much a state of mind,
Do it justice and you will be paid in kind.
Sidestep the vicious and watch them plummet.
All while you scale ever closer to the summit.
Suite of victory at your beck and call.
Ignore the haters as they scream; obscene fool.
Too many tyrants think they have the right.
Time to show them they don’t shine so bright.
Quite a disruption devils wish to bring.
Watch them in line while you soar and sing.
Jealous and callous the claims start to show.
Wave goodbye just before you depart so,
They feel taunted and mocked by your reaction.
Nothing will carve them better into a fraction.
Disarm the dissent they believed mattered most.
In truth they are little more than miserable ghost.
Embroiled in conflict and destined for doom.
It’s why all they accept is payment in gloom.
Fade from their eyes and shine like a star.
Doing such is setting the highest bar.
Daring others to strive.

On the breeze I hear you call my name,
And everytime it brings back all my shame.

Why did I not listen like you told me too?
Why am I trapped when I’m without you?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

Out at sea is where I felt your touch,
Sometimes it could be a tad too much.

How is it I can’t change my thinking?
And how are you still not sick of my sinking?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

In the desert sands I saw you standing there,
It could not have been real but still I did stare.

Who am I to have a chance in hell?
Who did I save to be put under your spell?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

Flower fields is where I caught your scent,
All the while asking where it is you went.

When did I forget the time and place?
When will I get an end to my disgrace?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

My lack of taste is all that remains;
All the food I eat tastes like ash from out of drains.

Where is it that I have to go?
Where I feel I have to know?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.