The fall is more than anything you can imagine
The twisted sounds of the poets words
Creates a fury deep down
That cuts more than the sharpest of swords.
I never wished for this.
I never wanted the horns of the bulls
But the righteousness inside of us
Makes nothing but wicked fools.
Everything I touch breaks
In my world that is full of only pain.
My battered soul covered in wounds of war
Cries for something I know I’ll never gain.
I dressed all in black
Because I wanted people to see in me their fears
Of all that they could not understand
And I never let them notice my tears.
I watched as my world turned red
And died in the midst of wickedness.
I fought with everything I had
But still it all became meaningless.
All I knew was malevolence
And so I pulled the trigger.
My life became consumed by thorns
And that does nothing for the figure.
I took pride in destroying others
In my emotion’s jealous flood
And now I float forever
In this river of boiling blood.
