Silent as the night
some may not and some might,
engulfed in the memories
that are all too clear to me.
The presence of the past is near
silently speaking in my ear
only I know what that say
ripping my heart in every way.
In silence I wander on
searching my soul, writing my song
a song of poison and lies
a paradise of money where no one dies
born into blissful suffering
where no one once told the truth.
Walking through this life alone
hoping to establish my throne
as shadows wash over my heart,
Trying to change but nowhere to start.
I silently stagger in the fog,
Knowing the truth remains clogged
My soul screams to be free
However I know the devil has a hold of me
Secured for failure.
I'm the boat and the devil's the sailor
Knowing all to well this is the plan
When I reached out for the devil's hand.
he lures me in with empty promises and deadly treats
abusing and reusing my dying soul
slowly beating me to death,
But then he's trumped.
A sudo god
warming my arms, my legs, my soul so cold
perfected by human imperfection
not a god nor a lesser being,
here I cry
in the understanding arms of my friend.
