...asleep at the wheel with angels and gargoyles

no one listens to these dreams. towering eagles bringing us to our knees. the moat of our lives is the bridge that we cannot cross. as far as i know this earth was made for us to stand. but this has become so much more of me. nothings worth giving up, and nothings worth the try. thats why my knees are bleeding, what seemed like i was searching for answers, the answers were already there in front of me. no noose was ever meant to hold a soul. and i promised myself, my life was made to swim through the gallows. what bleeds stays, but no creature of hell will ever bury me six feet underground.

the message

cut the hourglass in half. this time i should rest my soul in heaven. because if i live to die, surviving wouldnt be so hard twice. ill come home tonight but in the morning i must leave again. i get use to these old faces, the dead walk closer to me everyday. if their souls turn to dirt before their bodies turn to dust, i might as well quit while im ahead. this connection becomes unstable, the frequency in pain. power of passion floods this garden, and ignites the flames. an explosion breaks out, as well as debris lands on top of me. ash falls from the heavens like snow flakes. a small spark lights up the sky, as i look above with my one eye to see this mans shadow hover over me. he bends over and reaches out his hand. whispers softly to me "I can do no more for I am dead, but you are still alive".

heart on fire

breathe in this life of death. if seeing is believing then i believe i have just gone blind. my visions are through my mind. cold keeps these waters warm, still no one can understand. blacked out hearts are sinking ships. sinking into a bottomless pit of darkness. salt fills the lungs and wounds. smoke clouds the mind and the soul drifts slowly off of the earth. imagine everything as green as grass. where the trees hung green, and all the plants stood in our way. now picture weapons of mass destruction blossoming out of these flower pedals. kerosene filled flowers, the sky on fire. one spark to blow this earth far out of its own atmosphere. the oceans mouth will swallow these souls whole. while i walk on water.