bloodguard

Gentle sighs Of soft agony Escape my parted lips As a grief ponderous in both nature And intensity rests upon my heart Or rather I say Nestled deep with in Cradle by the chambers of my filthy bleeding heart A dust encrusted tomb A freak show of twisted and perverted fetid and depraved Emotions Brought to light Brought to life Paid in full By sources unknown Suspected satanic Suspected the fallen Unlocked the box Shattered the floodgates With one simple thought, Raging through my mind Containing the words "Does anyone care?"

This wretched feeling It rips And tears And pains My heart deeply Layer upon layer Of scars on my heart From deep cuts Huge gashes of bloody hurt Drives away emotion Kills the feelings deep inside And I bleed bloody tears And quivering from depression Rabid pain And searing cries of absolute agony Escape my frothing lips And deep inside Feeling Empty

Suicides a sin Sin gleams off the blade Slicing deep in my mind Cleaving away reason Cutting away thought Carving a magnificent Grotesque Sculpture of pain Appealing to my urges Crying out to my blood As my blood cries out Leaping free form its prison Of fleshy vein and bone Rushing in a mad release Unhallowed vitae wished Willed away From its wretched host And to revel in releases As the sweet ecstasy Of bitter agony Being born in sin And as is such Dieing in sin as well

Mike He looks down Bent out of shape His smiles fraying His laughs is dying A scowl crosses his face But is oks Cuz hes that kid The one with blue eyes The one with blond hair The one with that smile The one with those jokes He\'ll be ok But everyone accused him of having an attitude of being miserable Argumentive, Impulsive Its just a bad day Besides hes just that kid The one with the sad eyes The one with greasy hair The one with the smirk The one with the insults He\'ll be ok And as he sits alone Rocking to and fro To his blistering music Contemplting his life On a steel blade In the chrome reflection He see

Darkness begins to encroach As my senses fade away I slowly drift Into the unknown void Then black A slight flutter of wings Echoes in my mind Gentle hands embrace me As my blood turns to tears And my wrists softly weep My eyes part slightly To be filled with a majestic sight Of an angelic visage And six golden wings Encompassing me Surrounding me in brilliant light And as it cradles me My eyes grow damp from the beauty And tears of crimson blood streak down my face Sobbing quietly As we slowly descend Into the depths The heat ever increasing The obscene feeling in my gut growing And as it sets me down On a bed of ho

Disgusting Me My eyes were adrift But caught by the sight Of his pathetic countenance A disgusting visage Of gargoyle like appearance His face twists and distorts Into that pretentious Piss-colored and filth encrusted fake grin And shivers of disgust rocket Down my spine My eyes lock with his For the barest of moments The dull sheen of blue Purveying a sense of cowardice And absolute lack of intelligence But in that moment That fleeting second past I caught a glimmer A slight glimpse Of his tortured soul A soul cursed with a pointless life Numb from a tortuous past Torn apart by present dilemmas Stuck in a maelstrom of

Falling from grace Cast from heaven Like a stone Snow white feathers Trailing behind me As I plummet Winds slamming into me Currents tossing me every which way In desperation I spread my wings Which in turn are snapped off Torn from my very back And the trail of white Quickly turns to red As gouts of blood Leap from my back And caress my robes With its crimson touch And mingles with my Platinum blonde hair And the blood turns black As do my robes And my hair As I look about me Watching legions like me Racing towards the earth Undergoing the un-hallowing The stripping of holiness I stretch a hand up to my creator De

I gaze into a mirror My brow knots together "That can't be me" I mutter in solemn surety But doubt sneaks in edge-wise As a grimace Replaces a grin Once always on my face Now a faded memory From a long past epoch And I gaze into those Bloodshot eyes Ravaged by hopeless days And sleepless nights And my soul Just gazing upon it Furrows my brow further Deepening the muscular crevasse As it holds nothing but pain And agony And contempt A vial of vile emotions And my fetid black heart The throne of depravity Harrowed beyond its years Twisted and gnarled With open wounds Frothing copious amount Of putrescent pus Droo

Mediocrity I trudge through Each passing day And every dreary week A thick mudslide Of exertion for the pointless Sucking away my time Emptying my reserves Draining the color From my life Leaving shades of bitter black And pale white As every hope Ambition And dream Fades to a shade of gray And takes a back seat To merely living Staying alive for a pointless reason To wake up each morning So as to go to bed And sleep at night To wake up for the next day To live each day Like the last And the next Subtly useless in so many ways As the American dream Conquers my life

Time ticks quick like a stuttering snake with a grind, my skin feels the gears jerking around like electric corpses stiffly one foot forward on the road through my fear this whole life taps me with a hammer tiny little metal things ants wouldn\'t use pounding nails into each vein dissent can make love to any pain no awareness tide bringing me home again these days will pass as they always do eternity never gets any attention but the flood will always beckon, and I will always follow where it\'ll take me, I just don\'t know running like the sun across a foggy field morning dew coating, these silver drops falling like conscious

I hold my breath and wait the screams never seem to end they seem so full of pain and another thing warning but all I do is turn away one by one, they start to fade the black spreads like oil my mind starts to ache it\'s so vicious in its possession but it loves you when all you can do is hate sickening slowly this noose fits too smoothly and when it pulls the earth from you it still can\'t be pushed away pain can be so comforting holding you when no one else can leaving you dangling choking in wicked soft embrace the sun goes down in my head chilling me until I shiver despair cuts quiet slivers swirling in my heart

The rust creates space between itself, as the doors open their arms to my presence. The ear piercing screams, cries, laughter of a million souls, confuse the very essence of the room. Doorway after hidden doorway, it chooses tonight's path, no number, no handle. The door, dissolves itself into the floor, and I'm allowed to enter. A room, mathematical in positioning, size and feeling, covered in crimson coloured spit, moving to an almost psychotic trance. Dead centre in the room lies a desk, and atop it, a computer monitor, and within it, A foetus, 1 month old in exaction and written on him, were words lost, in an ancient tongue. As I sat adm

Turn and face the storm feel the snakes within slipping from my hands, I let go I won\'t be pulled in your gardens turn to ash violated flowers slowly burn your self created heaven betrayed you your ideals brought your house of cards down your hate was my end so wash yourself in my blood the lie becomes a religion the drop becomes a flood if only you could see what you\'ve done your heart is cold and gray drowning your life in pain it hurts me so much to see you this way I gave myself to helping you heal your evil left me tattered and stained your treason lies heavy I hope fate will someday make you die your hate is your

Blood ran down his face he threw a right hook and missed the guy really didn\'t have a chance a bright noise filled the air as the mirror connected with his head little shards flying like sparks they threw him across the table I stood and waited until they were done and now it was my turn time to finish the game silence was a weight that strangled you could feel the life fading crimson coated flesh, beaten and tangled just another body on the floor of this place broken and maimed two clicks and the shot ripped the air like it ripped through that mess of a man my shoulder hurting from the recoil wet sounds came from his throa