26 January 1999
Shaded Anima

Angels acquitted of blasphemy
They tried to bless the world for me
Convince me to regain my faith
That those departed took away.

Nowhere, no why
Just left me standing
Unaware it was the last
When I always thought it would be.

I climb each of the tragedies
As a dare
With eyes deceased
Without a care
To find my peace,
I am blind to all the earth.

The secrets of their thoughtlessness
Destroy the mirage of mind
The soul is fragile
I try not to break it
We must never fake it
But others may take it.
They always will.

I claim the martyr
As they try in vain
To renounce the empty visions held
Intoxicated,
Everyone is hated
Our lives are lonely,
Lost and wasted.

Sugar coated as I taste the end
All rules are dead and gone
Anyone can play the game
I deny myself to all who ask,

They have no business here.
By the window where I reside
I gather frayed hopes and dreams
And one day when I can see through
And all the dust is cleared
Breathing might not be a chore,


I will learn to do it more
And pray for more sentience.
Any boredom
For a rainy day
Anybody who comes will have to stay
Prevention of the worst fears
And avoidance of too many tears.

Will you come to my home
The place I live inside
Will you open up the door
And give a spare key
To my mind.

Moments of height in the heavens above
Drown in the fiery hell of now
Silent lamentings are razor sharp
They dissect the main artery of all memoirs

Seraph is the other me
Sane within the time we hold
Explosion of the inner self
Leaves an empty shell for those to find
In search of a corpse
As on the cliff top I stand
A floater in the deep sea blue
I died because of you.