Water rising..
Head beneath the waves.
Thunder above my clouded mind..
Rain pouring down..
Slowly I’m starting to drown..
Faceless reflection.
Timeless expression.
Hopeless objective.
Seems so easy,
to erase the memories.
Yet when I try,
it all seems to kick into overdrive..
All of the shame,
the blame,
pointing fingers at my name..
Hey, is all I can say..
As I extend an appendage..

Obsessive diluted voices.
Know it alls trying to force me onto a different course.
This is not my life you want to push me into..
This is not my dream you want to force me into..
You’re just pointing out my grave..
I refuse to be another slave...
I’ll die free,
I’ll die satisfied instead of becoming what you want me to be.

I came face to face with my demon,
alone I did this..
While all you could produce was acts of treason.
I sought redemption in the wilderness,
I carried my own broken soul out of darkness..
I fought hard to become someone else..
I did my best, now here I am..
A changed man..

Where did you happen to be?
when the world came crashing down around me..
As I recall you were out of your senses..
Falling apart at the seams..
While I continued to dream..
And by God as my witness, I did succeed.
I hold pride in all of that which I believe..
Never again shall I be deceived..
Never again shall I be so kind..
Keep that in mind..
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Once again,
you’ve crossed my mind..
I advise you just don’t cross my path..
I can promise along with this hatred comes a great wrath..
The rage continues to resinate.
Thinking you know me..
You don’t even know half of the story.
Your nose in the air,
pointing your finger..
No respect, you don’t seem to care.
You couldn’t even comprehend what I’ve done,
or where I am..
What I come from..
Yet I can clearly see you attempt to drag me down..
Just remember, what goes around comes around.
I can envision it now,
you sitting there in your dismal castle polishing your crown,
knowing it all..
Yet the enemies you’ve made keep pouring through the wall.
I can even hear them call..
“Lynch the bitch.”
Their coming straight for you..
Better run..
There’s no escape though cunt..
You’ve held your head up high,
that heart has become a target..
Fair game for a good beating, one you won’t soon forget.
Strutting with your diluted mind on a pedestal.
Running around laying claim to everything droll.
Deep within your incoherent idiocy I hear that inner child,
she’s beginning to bawl.
Yet that head is still high,
You’re fucking blind..
Being rushed by another mob.
Using anyone near for a crutch..
Willing to hold anyone back,
if it keeps you standing..
This is why the Lynching is coming..
Can you hear them yet?
“Lynch the bitch.”
Assumptions lead you into dismay.
This time you won’t get away..
“Lynch the bitch.”
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Misty night,
feel the wind blowing,
God gives a pleasant sigh.
Fill my soul.
Regain my control.
Slowly suffocate this anxious feeling.
It can be so, overwhelming.

Red, black, blue, black,
head to toe,
I’m coming back.
Right on track.

Smoking marlboro mediums,
swaying with the rhythm,
tinker with an old acoustic guitar,
got that feeling, like I’m under the stars.
Dabble with some magical riffs,
take in the flow of this mystical skill.
Fill my rift,
take in what is real.

Fed, racked, taken my life back.

Relive memories of old no more.
Tonight it’s time to drop the extra weight to the floor.
Vent some of this pressure,
open another chest filled with hidden treasure.
Seek what I must,
find shelter in the castle of the just.
Return all that I’ve been given,
retribution in laughter,
the secret medication for those who find wisdom..

Doing what I can with what I’ve got,
seems to be a rather peaceful, restful plot.
Give what I can when I have to,
do the right thing when there is no need to.
Karma is just around the corner.
Something to never forget, it maintains balance,
keeps the world together.
For some they hold love,
for others they become cold,
while we are given a smile from above.
Choices are choices,
use the free will wisely,
take this as a lesson in reason.
Pay attention to the soft inner voice.
Though it may be harsh,
keep in your heart,
it is always for the better.
Even when the honey is bitter,
and the milk seems sour.