We Are, We Are

Always on schedule, never on time.
The herd won’t be dismissed until five.
I sigh, and remind myself that this is what I signed up for.
Far from poor, but even further from prosperity.
Rich in culture, but what does that mean to a society with a broken heart?
Our wings, ripped apart.
That’s how I know, God is truly dead.
Instead, I lay my head where the gold is hidden.

You see; I’m close to striking, when in reality, I have no teeth for the biting.
Appetites, taken away from law.
Men of status, who disregard the system.
I don’t have to be behind bars to tell you, life is prison.
I am trapped by my desire, all due to the influence.

We are, we are, the ones who built the throne for God.
We are, we are, the ones who killed armies for King.
We are, we are, the ones who died for your sins.
We are, we are, the ones who live for nothing, if we aren’t truly living.
I pray, to myself, I learn to let go of these chains, because it is I, who holds the key.

Tale Of Late Lovers

As bright as the moon, during my loneliest nights.
As beautiful as the sky, during my warmest days.
I, too, have fallen in love with you.
Soon; all that I know, will be all that I knew.
I grew a garden for you, and made sure all the flowers resembled your scent.
I’m bent by my flaws, but spent most of my time straightening them out.
I send my best bird to scout your every move.
Smooth as the river, flowing through as one.
My heart, hung, as if I’ll never know what your voice sounds like.

I have hope; not even the arrows, which have found refuge in my chest, can stop me.
I’m weak from war, but strong from your stare.
My life won’t be spared, but we found each other in our own despair.
With one breath, an entire world, you will discover.

My love is forever.
My love is promised.
My love is faithful.
My love is honest.
I will die, knowing I loved you, too late.
God has no choice, as he open the gates.
I pace, slowly to a destiny accepted.
But as long as my blood touched your hand, I will accept my fate.
Sweet lips, as I exhale.

Patience, The Virtue

It’s like a stamp over my head; it’s there, but I can’t see it.
“Believe it.”
That’s what they say.
That’s the trouble with people who don’t share my blood.
I’ve been waiting my whole life, for one moment, and it has yet begun.
Rewind the spilled milk, fast forward all the emotions.
I’m proposing we sever all ties, before communication turns into commotion.
I’m getting older, and my summers are feeling colder.
Do you have the answers?

No.
I’m suppose to know.
I grow to rhythm of my cancer.
The plague is what keeps me going.
Ironically, it’s the angels that hold me back.
In Hell; that’s where my track ends.
I must go through the depths, I must go through the fire.
I must go through God, I must go find my desire.

Shame on you, for telling me otherwise.
I am not like other guys, covered in disguise, hiding behind all my lies.
I am the iron that sharpens my steel.
I kill; with will, and no mercy shall be shown.
My way, filled with promise; walk in it, at your own.
I can’t wait to taste the cold flesh.