There's A Whole World Out There To Burn
the fame and fortune
the glitter and glam
the black hole nightmare
and what it is to pedastle falling dreams...

I smirk like the devil lusting after angels. When our eyes meet their wings break. They fall from the heavens. Loving the agony of flames whipping and slapping across their backs. A wine glass of blood poured across a perfect form. An innocent giddy and moistened undergarment. There is power in compassion. Whether they be in the depths of hell or walking along the earth's shore hand in hand. We exist in our own demensions. Only until we control our own can we gain the power to gateway through others. Staining the sea in blood. Darkening the sky. Clouding all sunshine. Then the angels will know we are coming. The end is near... and it will make them wet.

Dosen't it all feel like flying my dear?

Society continues it's vacuum. Every angle becomes a black hole. Every window of opportunity and open door is a twist and turn. There's a catch to living. I'm sick and fucking tired of pretending to try and play along. The easy and beneficial way out. It's not that bad they say. Give me a fucking break. I'm tired of molding. I'm tired of smiling and going along. I'm tired of lying to myself. I'm wasting my life. On what? Is waging war against the invincible beast scare you? Are you scared for me? That the honour of liberty may cloud your peaceful existance? Free minds. Open minds. Violent minds. We can NOT walk along the same plane. Yes it has to be this way. No compromise. No apologies.

The charm around my neck means forever. With or without the other. It will be there forever.