

The Patron Saint of Travelers.The embodiment of purity and god given morality. The essence of life and freedom flows from your every breath. The resonance of your untainted soul is visible in those deep thoughtful eyes. Your soul makes me feel so guilty. So unclean. So imperfect. But those feelings are welcome in the sense that they make me a better person. Without those eyes, without that soul showing me my own flaws... I would not be the man I am today. I would still be down a self-destructive path.The Patron Saint of Travelers.
Simply a drunk driver on a four lane highway, leading the cars around me to a disasterous pile up. Those eyes sober me


Demolition. -Wrecking Ball-Oh god did i just do it again? This knife betrayed my hand my friend. Didn't mean it, i'm so damn stupid. Once again i'm killing cupid. The blood splatters as angels die. My concience aches and my soul cries. Guilty. I beheaded St. Valentine. I only cared for myself this time. I did the right thing and it all went wrong. Confessions hidden first stanza this song. This is not me wanting to raise the dead. Only statements to clear my head. Release my shoulders of this burden. Oh no, Little cupid's hurtin.Demolition. -Wrecking Ball-
I'm a fucking human wrecking ball. I'll star


The Evolution of Revolution.A winding road continues on. A crying prophet reads his psalm. Blood and Tears, paint his face. "Save us, Save us! The Human Race!" Not speaking to prophets, or false idols Reading a newspaper, instead of a bible. We're in a recession... of human emotion. You're in a depression? Take this potion. Or how about you pop these pills. They'll make you smile, They will they will. You wont care about a goddamn thing ! You hear that music? It's time to swing!The Evolution of Revolution.
The prophet cries and no one listens. No silent saviour to help his mission. God is dead, bu


Perfect Disguise.An elusive figure, a master of disguises. A shapeshifter, hiding true intent and emotion. With the mask on my face adorn, you only see what I allow. I be whatever I want to be, Whoever I want to be.Perfect Disguise.
Devoid of all true colors, I become the chameleon. Predators can not find me.
Friends know me for an instant, and then I vanish. Reappearing whenever the time seems right. Staying in disguise for weeks at a time. I can be night. I can be day.
Oh how narcisstic am i? I must see this new shade in the mirror. I must see how handsome I look today. What?
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