The Student

The most cunning has no power
Except that which is in his head
But knowledge is no tool against strength
It is no comfort in this darkness
It gives no warmth to my freezing body
My body is weak and I cannot find my way out
Here is where I was put
Here is where I shall stay
Until my cries are heard by some passing stranger
I will have my revenge
I know not how, but it shall be
There will be a day when knowledge overcomes brute strength
And the same say they will be in my place
In this dark and cold place
But no one will come to free them

For Shame!

A fool's sustenance arrives before a dying man's breath
A bullet to the heart faster than a needle to the skin

When false light dies, we praise the eternal
Yet curse it on the morrow for the warmth

Essence of Greed, Laziness, and Entitlement!
No longer do you care that a man, eyes open, lies dead so long as you are not
Neither do you show gratitude for the blessings of the eternal light and its motherly warmth

Praise the day man thanks He who gives blessings

Can we be deserving if we are incapable of gratitude?
I will say it: no

Let youthful innocence flow and control you once more
Take joy from the smallest of gifts
Do not follow those that tempt and accuse and reject

As night falls, thank Him for the day
As day rises, thank Him for life
When life ends, know that life has just begun

Bud of the Savior

The seed is planted
A rose bud sprouts
Its caretaker builds a fence
To protect it in its weak state

Shelter.
Love.
Disaster.

The rose grows larger and grows
Animals claw and bite at its stem
The rose turns black and bleeds red

Blood to nutrients
Roots soak in acid
Burns down the fence
Black rose wilting

Face unknown a fisher of petals
Casts his hook into the lake of crimson
Guitar strings and notes keep the flower up
The killing cleaver unable to touch it anymore

"First you showed me no blade could harm me,
Then you cut me deeper than any blade ever could"
-Takezo Kensei (Adam Monroe)

As Darkness Falls

Alone in the darkness I wait
Pulsing crimson, un-willinfully given, my friend
Where will i find one worthy of the terror I bring?
Can I resist the flowing gold enough to simply poison?
Am I taking or giving life?

Teeth ache
Beautiful creature
Can I do what I must?
No self-control
I leap for my prey

Sun rises - stings my flesh
The dead turn to ash
Eternally beautiful
Eternally creature
Run from your champagne fate

Sharp as knives
Sense the weak and the thick
Alone in the darkness for the first time
Draw the feast in
They lie desolate in the moonlight

We Never Were

The path we walk in these early years is thin and overgrown
with vines and weeds to trip our feet
We walk unafraid and headstrong; We don't look at our feet
then stumble and fall down and meet the dirt with our faces
We untangle ourselves easily and get up and continue our march
but again fall and become more than acquaintances with the mud
We become too aware of the mud
and how it covers our favorite clothes
We attempt to brush it off and to look clean
but the weeds crawl over and make us one with the earth
We sleep and are alone in the warm darkness
unable to be seen and unwanting to be discovered
Feet pound against our backs
but we feel no pain and do not cry out
Then another falls beside us
and we feel the warmth of another body
A hand stretches our and grasps our arm
we aren't alone in this struggle
We never were

The hand pulls and the weeds and vines give way with great ease
as we stand together fighting what held us back
The other grasps our hand again as we continue our march once again
holding hands and never letting go
Occasionally our hold may loosen
only to be made tighter later
Now we fall together if we fall at all
never letting go
Knowledge of the consequences keeps us going
never giving up
Anyone else we meet along the path may join hands
strengthening our march
These attachments let go easily and are only temporary
but the other will never leave
We are never alone
We never were