Free Traps

Twenty seven sweat marks did he not leave
Love never ages, love never wages
50 pennies did he not steal but the sky will forgive as long as its free
But never will life become night and never will love become thrust
Thou hearts are not hollow but filled with embrace of a soul thats not dead not lined with lace.

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Messages with no answer
Return to daylight savings
Forgive, forget, remembered
Left alone with everyone
Just hits that start fights
thrown into worlds

Seek And Hide

Hells never angels
Foreign times
Tightened love breaks loose
Books of knives
Life to yellow bricks
Typed hate
Knighted tigers
Forgotten smiles
Dingy dirt of disciples drops
Not yet proud
Uneasy bones

No Eyes

A breath with no air
Yet a smile with no grin
Twisting not turning in sacraments from the sky
Come as you go
Telling the truth to societies weaknesses
never spin

A day in the life of God
In which you never wake
In which you'd never dream of
A day in the life of Jesus
In which you'd believe
In which you'd disappear
A day in life of Zeus
In which you don't deceive
In which you're not blind
Don't think, don't drink, don't be on the brink...

Mr Yarishio

Founder Of Computing

Life as a arrow, but with no target
Life as a flower, but with no scent
Life as a idol, but with no followers
Divided greatness through average people
No rules, no laws, no doors to new worlds
Keeping it a secret, keeping it the truth
Switching lives with dumbfounded genocide's
Killing with no culture
Make those with will stop
Make those with hearts stop
Make those with life stop.

Broken Souls

Ready to be repaired, waiting to be mended
Needing to be fixed I lie about my age
Needing to be taken in I lie about my life
I know it will be alright in the end, I will be fixed and patched up, my broken soul will mend and live on
From the first time the pain struck me I knew I would have to be made, my dark eyes, my red mouth, my twisted smile, my raging nightmares
Don't be worried, once I'm corrected I'll be perfect
Cleaned up, I'll be cured
I'm not your puppet, I'm not your slave
Maybe that glimmer in my makers eyes will sharpen someday
Sometimes I wonder why the skies are blue and why the grass is green
Maybe I just think it's green, maybe I just think it's blue
The only way this could happen would be to get away from everyone, and be with you, us together
I admire the smirks from the co-engineers crafting the very hearts of life
Maybe someday I will escape and find a home in the wasteland of today
The barren fields ruined by poisonous weeds, rigid plains
The last of my kind
The last of my race
The last of my generation
Escapades make my life meaningful
Anywhere is beautiful when it's away from here
I wonder if theres life or if I'm alone
I know myself there will always be life, flowing through my veins, pumping through my heart
Unlucky me, though I'm never alone my minds my company it entertains, it thinks, it laughs, it walks, it talks, it helps

Night Time's Prayer

A early morn for the newcomers life
Struck across the drive of saints
The smiling god killing those with daggers
The only time he lives is the only time he breathes
A extra dose of the rare breed, mixed with leaves of fire
The moment of quiet symphonies scattered around the forests
Nobody listens to the night times prayer nobody listens to the night times melodies
The sweet tunes of three moons spread across the sky
New ways of life, new ways of love, new ways of luck
Walking around alone with no prayers
A lonely traveller with no distance
The next summers explode with no remembrance
The thrills of nothing, scream to the worlds heart
The substance of unity spread to you....

The Night's Mayor

Boarding up the night plane and carrying the devious children through it
Slicing with power from way beyond humankind
The love of the world is at peace, in chaos
Nor does today's position in the league matter to tomorrows position in the stance
Its not flavoured when joy pours out the seeping flowers of forgiveness
Your monster inside just got bigger
When it grows you weaken, when it thinks you forget, when it walks you collapse
The children playing with the sighs of newcomers, twisting them, curving them
Thy shapes piercing heart wounds when poured it still lives on as a welcomed outcast
The sight of a harmonic face tunes my life back to high with no loose strings to stop me playing
Never will i think of you as a striking trident but a glimmering sword
I knew it from the first turn away the first ignore you were a perfect mistake
But I will praise the night for taking me to it's master city and helping me introduce dusks to the amused night guardians
They are not real, they are not fake, they are not watching, they are not staring
Laughing, loving, leaving, left

Your Heart Is Empty Yet Full

Your Hearts filled with water ready to leak out
That fake smile lurching in the darkness
You laugh, I laugh, you cry, I cry, you die, I live
The mechanical creatures long length, wide width
It ticks it's clogs whilst it stays deeply asleep, alone
It has no home just borders where denials short cords snap
It sits and thinks a room full of nothing a room full of everything, but it knows it's mechanical heart won't last any other days
It's smile, frowns
Never, will it lose you, again...
Yet simple, it still seems complicated
Why the tulip falls to the ground with no pain...

I'm Not Scared

Can you hear me... Or are you too close
My life flashed straight behind my eyes I see the colours of illusion
Maybe next time it will hide
Maybe next time it will seek
Maybe next time it wont give up so easily
Your so foolish I'm so foolish but she's not foolish
For the last time I shine my blessed lungs upon the gorgons eyes
They explode, collaborate
This love that I can fear doesn't fear me at all
Nor but one drop will scare me
Nor but one heart will shatter me
Nor but one mind will defend me
I will stay alone... With you
Forever, for time, for mine, for love, from above
Keep it clear of your objective, make sure it's right

Childrens Labour

It hurts the tears from your eyes
The very flash of a knife, frightens nothing
For sometimes it's not fear that scares you sometimes it's thought
Your incorrect fashion cares for lack of responsibility
But nor does loves daily dose recommend to smite down on those with fresh hearts
When the night comes sickly to your desperate faces
It won't hurt you, it will take you with it's wings and carry you threw thy overgrown life
Hopefully those who think correctly will notice that it's no angel it's no god it's just a simple source of hope, a simple source of tears
For those doves that guide you, the right way always have the choice to guide the wrong way
Never take it for granted, always make it guaranteed
Those heavenly sounds are your souls crying, screaming for the escape route, but they will never find it, for it's blocked up and your souls only way to escape is to unblock the passage with strength, with their own willpowers to keep you alive, to keep them alive
But don't worry, they save you, they stop you...

Shadows Of A Monster

Travelling through the ever-growing fields
Feasting on dead carcasses
There's my unstable shadows
No one knows if it's real, if you're real
But it's sweating shades
Bleed the very truth of justice
That it's not real
But cambric silences overhear the screams
And save the well beings
Malicious life
Your substantiation is fake
Thy gods is outrun with testimony
Pathways, gateways, latedays
My acquisition was far too stored
But the lights will drown you... Save you
The depths of temperature lower your quality
You're like a electric heart beating just because you have too, not because you want too
Stay switched on without thoughts
You're like a tree watching your friends being cut into pieces right beside you
It's not right
Never will I remember... Forget this moment
You're like a raindrop with such a short life with so much pain
But I will save you... Be with you

Winters Shallow Life

A whisper to the wind
Nor size in it's shapes indifference
A golden globe covered knee deep in shining White snow
Waiting to be lost and found
In untidy cleanliness
A paradise for the dead and broken
Carniverous wonders lost in profanities
Lust of the incorrect life
Revealing thy knives and cutlasses
The still think why..?

Dark. Cities.

Children playing happily, smiling with dark grins ashamed what they've become
It isn't right what is wrong
Kisses and cuddles strapping the boundaries of air uptight
Nor does might or glory, glimpse upon it's correct layers of labels
You've got it all wrong and figured out why and when this happened
It's a true cover story
Of how I made my first wish forlorn across my slighted face
Of how you got my hand and never let go
For the dark cities of my mind creep out every so often and let loose joyful chaos
Into the spring heeled desperation of today
Its militarism leaks out when it walks
I stop, you run.... I walk
Across the blowing winds of my imagination whistling a savoury tune through my body
In these dark cities it too light to see it's remembrance is never right
Someday they'll find me lost in these dark cities someday.... Somehow

Accidents Can't Happen

It wasn't right or correct but inhabited my mind
It hurts, the days, from my head
It's far too heard to notice
That the stone of your soul falls into place
When you think the wrong of right things
I didn't hurt you I just caused you mind to think about pain
You think I did but it never infected your lungs blowing your thoughts straight out
You stare and see nothing I stare and see everything
You think your clever think again for your bodied self
I knew, you know, the wrong hopes or dreams
Like little people taking over waging wars, starting fights, like little lice taking over scratching the brain cells of development
It's far too wrong to think right
Peace no syphonic life... Just questions no answers

I'm Not Tired

You learn why you have it when you need it the most
Slovenly, slouched, stretched across the embedded chamber
This sleepless cage keeps the innocent trapped and the guilty let loose
But is it right as well as wrong
Maybe sometimes the time you use is just the same as the time you waste
It all adds up as a risky sum
For those who dwell on the past don't look back don't look forward
Confused is a harsh word how about understandable
put it straight, put it simple, sleepless nights
Fires cause ice ages in silent abasement
Fights cause peaceful strangers a love
Kisses are destruction to the brain slowly
Nights are for living not for dying
Sleep makes the mind tired.... Awake

The Lost Library

Pupils, teachers and students rushing to fro as they cut through the paper thin illusion of the mind
Not knowing why and when there here
The villagers of the paper wilderness
They know not the time of their gods but only the resurrection of it's skills
It's lights glimmer the very souls of travellers as they stride past
Nor but one book will pass in indecent but it's heart will stay with the library
People come and go as they please not knowing what they are doing or why they are doing it
The others know it's right but it still feels wrong to take in something that doesn't meet your eyes
Atleast it stays safe in this brightened bookshelf
Thou never again will it's organs be read with such vile taste
We know now the truth is a lie we simply abide by it's rules with no imperfections
Now more than ever we know the lie
life as a book with all pages ripped out... Destroyed

The Riveted Lake

Shallow as you think deep as you thought, Snapped rocks ripped apart  by the snarled lake,
Though the dagger rocks pin to the ground with cold embrace,
There's but one life in the seeping saggy hills,
Outcasts from the normal world the shivering waves take hold of the land,
Quarrintined in a silhouette cage in the astranged valley,
Spikey piles of bad stuck between the peaceful trees,
Embroided rocks lying alone,
Nor does life take too this riveted lake it leads it into the overinduced sea of today,
But it knows that its pure entities will keep it from the shadows of tommorow,
The same its been since the time of the lost,
Texture of lives taken into the violent fight for justice,
The lake stays still whilst moving,
You don't know if it's right what you see you don't don't know if it's true,

Thus the element of mystic pebbles scattered across the drab floors.