Dream Or Reality
as i walk into the land of anger and destruction
walking on the road of hopeless dreams
i find myself out of luck of finding the light
going to the king of fear
to finding myself lying in a cage with no escape
from myself and the bodies of the tortured
i feel the fingers of the betrayed crawling up my back
lacking everything good in reality
hope that turns away and goes too far out of reach
now i see the dead and demented bodies come out of their graves
they throw me in a six by six hole
burying me alive
then i see the crypt keeper with a devilish smile
laughing at me saying your soul is lost
with a mouth full of dirt i cry out loud "its only a dream"
i wake up with sweat dripping from my body
is it a dream or am i facing reality of how my life is
disstressed and overwhelmed with unsatisfactory
for who i am......
Lost
when i think back to the past years,
of how weak i seemed to be mentally,
then years go by like yesterday,
the man i have become is the support beam in life,
not hiding to no man,
yet how strength can still become a weak balance,
that leads to fear,
it tears the stabability of mental an physical happiness,
the faith of that man brings him to normal where he belongs,
makes me believe theres something out there,
it can be easy to desire someone elses treasure,
though its pleasure u desire,
then its gone like a fairy tale gone forever,
no matter what we try to get what we had back,
but cant be able to reach it again its just lost
Hell
To the shadows of the Black Sun,
From the rising fire of the Unjust,
And to the Streams of the living,
I pace around in confusion,
Thinking of past Misconceptions,
Fueled by the pains and sorrows,
Of life's redemption's,
Externally looking free,
Internally looking ugly as death,
Paths coming and going,
Only to become hate,
Can I not be tormented,
Or am I damned to a life of Hell....
