Drunk on the blood of a 1,000 victims...

Every time I see you scars burst open
You shine light upon the dark corners of my soul
Disturbing the ghosts that once called this place home
Your words re-ignite the fire that long ago
Created the weapons you see before you now
Once filled with purpose and the hunger for your blood
Now awkward and rusty, struggling to grasp reality
Your presence will be the wet stone that sharpens my resolve
I will see you inside out, your best and shining moment under the knife
The bones of your sins cry out to me to be broken
You have created your own boiling man hungry for your pain
Drunk on your sorrow, filled with your shame
The cuts must be made until there is nothing left
No more blame

I know my enemy, and he wears the skin of my face...

I sink my fist deep into the sky, full of grief and confusion
Screaming my story, the words fall from my mouth
And spill onto the floor...
My grip strengthens
And my hold on this world cannot be shaken
Alone I my die but there will be many who know my name
My fear dies as my soul grows
Changing, forming into iron
Once driven by demons,
Now driven by a light from within
The narrow ones haunt us
And they will never truly accept our ways
But that is the way it has always been
Strength in ourselves is our only weapon
Liberation shall find you and peace will follow
They cannot see the warning signs
And many of them will be crushed...
My path lies before me,
And on a Ghost Train I must ride
Traveling at the speed of light
Beware those that sympathize without really knowing you,
Respect comes as a summer breeze pleasant but fleeting
Fear comes in hordes and lasts long after the war
In your life you will be persecuted by men who believe themselves to be gods
Endure them and take their attacks in stride
Hide your intensity just beneath the surface
And use your rage sparingly
For one day it will be your only salvation

-Crow

Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now? Open my eyes, blind me with your light now. I want Jesus Christ's wrists, I want to double check the lists for any angels that I missed.

CONSTRUCTION BEGINS ON THE ANTI-HUMAN MACHINE...

Sometimes happiness can only be found through great atrocity. Why must we work or souls to the bone just for food warmth and shelter? I am using this site as yet another outlet in a feeble attempt to contain this mindless creative force that exists inside me. I fear that it grows impatient with me and will soon rip itself from my body cutting a wide dark river that will flow forth carrying all my secrets. I am also using this blog due to daily "encouragement" from my wife who would rather read my thoughts days after their conception than hear them first hand. With this device I will amuse her... the love that was sadly not first but that will be always and forever.