black and sheild

There is a point when you start to know to much,
when knowledge becomes a bad thing,
and you want to start forgetting it all.

The Weight of the World

.............My world is crashing down around me,
........................Somebody help me,
........................Somebody save me,
...................I can't do this alone anymore.

Because You Should Know

because you should know
the lights are all around us.

It's going to come down to this
so be careful who you trust
to anyone who plays the game:
survival is a must.
You get ahead by staying sharp,
You trample those who miss the mark,
You cast despair on those who stray,
You ruin the lives of those who say,
Anything you don't agree with,
Anything that cuts you short.
And for those of you who want to quit,
an early death will always sit,
well in the mind of those who loved you.
For there is no hiding in the game!
You can't just run away from life!
You have to grab it by the horns!
You're in the open,
You're by yourself,
No shelter, no saviour, no one will help...
still...
You'll do fine...
but when to you begin drawing the line?

At all the times you force fed lies?
At all the emotions you failed to disquise?
At everything that you think you knew?
No, you'll never stop,
and you and I know it.

So I think it fair
You should at least tell me this,
when exactly
did you begin
to mix your fact with fantasy,
To bite off the heads of those you knew,
to take it out on those who loved you.
for this I knew you'd throw it all away
for you have been blinded,
demoraled,
despun.

I feel sorry for you.
In your head,
you've tricked yourself,
you've made yourself believe,
That no one else could really matter,
Under your grand scheme of things.
You've made yourself believe
that you are the best
better, bigger, best,
so much better than all the rest
so much so at their expense.
So tell me when did you stop caring?
Almost everything you do is for personal gain.
You won't even begin to imagine the pain
that you cause and inflict.
Of course, I wouldn't put it past you,
for someone like you, you are just a hollow shell
that is being controlled by a beast from hell,
You have lost all of your feeling,
and your willingness to fight it,
it is much easy to surrender know.
You are long gone.
Don't worry,
You had already died,
on the same day you forgot to draw the line,
Yes this whole time you were living,
but you were still dead.
Dead to me,
and dead to them,
dead to your true self.
You had already lost the game.

But not everyone will suffer your fate,
for they have kept their hearts free and true.
It is important to keep your heart strong,
because it won't matter if you win in the end,
because in this world
there are the greedy
in this world
there are the needy
and you will need help sorting the two.


So when you've done the things you wanted,
And filled up your heart to all it's content,
you can crawl into the distance,
there you'll find the end of the earth,
and as the darkness creeps upon us
one by one,
the stars will come out,
to shine on the world,
all their truth and all their cunning,
to mask everything with
jet,
but when the sun comes up
and the glitter never fades,
but mirrors memories of
yesterday

We Know.

If Only You Knew

Just when I think I've found firm ground,
I lose my footing and plummet into
nothingness again.

The Girl in the White Mask

Stale air.
Fills up her lungs,
as she shutters a breath.
Her head is leaned against the window,
Looking out at the beautiful day.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was clear.
Except her head,
and the white mask she had to wear.
The white mask
is designed to
protect those around her
from catching her sickness.
Branding.
Restraining.
Encumbering.
Yet,
she sees it as a safe gaurd,
a safety net.
Oh how and sheltered she feels,
with something like that to hide behind.
People give her looks.
She wonders what they think.
How strange it must be
to see someone wearing
a sick mask, in a place
other than a hospital.

The High Horse

I am a terrible person.
When I get up in the morning I mount my horse.
This horse is quite a hellish beast,
tall and fathomless,
it's ravenous wild eyes
and boney body,
shaking with the excitement of
another hunt...
As soon as I sit on it's saddle, we are off.
My stead plows on, plows through villages, towns, and people.
We don't don't care;
about the devastation that lays in our wake,
the lives we've destroyed,
the people we've left in their sorrow,
we just don't care.
Seeing these scenes,
It only seems to fuel us more.
Everyday, we do the same thing again.
Everyday, the more oblivious we become
to the hole we are digging for ourselves.
Soon, all the anger and hatred with burn out of us.
We will Starve,
till there is nothing left.
But until then, no one has ever stood up to us.
No one!
No human being could DREAM of reprimanding us....
We would simply laugh in there faces!
After all, who could take down such a monsterous high-horse?