Eviscerator

What does it mean for a person if they can dream? Is a dream something to be treasured? Or is it a curse to be spat on. For they say if a man has a dream, And no facts to cloud his mind, he can achieve anything! But if one looses the facts, what can follow? Tasks deemed impossible yes, But at what cost? What cost would a man pay to see his dreams? A dream in reality standing before them? A true dream. A vision. If it is his grasp he will have it. And the cost? Incalculable. So facts are needed to bind dreams down, So dreams don't consume the individual. What if these facts are corrupted? As it is with me. My facts have

I can't see why you can keep denying me, Just because I didn't measure up to you. I can't see why you can keep burning me, Just because I didn't do as you wish. I can't see how you could say you love me, When all you want me to be, Is you. You would destroy me, For them to accept you. You threw me out like the rubbish, And you wonder how I can deny you? You cast me onto the tides of despair, And you claim you where hard done by? You can say you want me back, But I know many of my problems, Are you. How can you claim you loved me? When you snuffed me out in a moment. How can you say you loved me? When you told me you now lo

Missed Chances The chances I had have slipped me by, And now life just seems a lie. My talents have been crushed, And my life rushed. A dozen scars cross my face. A thousand cuts, A skin of lace. The blood of lost chances covers my hands, And a scream of anguish covers the lands. My scream is not that of rage, But of an animal, trapped within a cage. The torment of my life And I see freedom. In the blade of a knife. Thousands of deaths that I have died. Thousand of time to myself I have lied. And now my chances slide. And I myself do hide. So now from the shadows I need to rise, From the entropy ruin, and the lies, From t

A Place Beyond Damnation, A Place Above Salvation. As I stare into the depths of despair all I can see is myself, All I can see is my salvation, and I am staring at my life. As I stare into the heights of happiness, all I can see is myself, All I can see is my damnation, And I am staring at my life. As I feel my way in the dark, I am blinded by the light, And as the light burns my eyes, It makes everything dark. The light, it is illuminating, it is blinding. The darkness shows what the light hides. Why must I be so damned by life? Yet for it to be my salvation? Why must I be so cursed? And be so blessed? Where am I now? Is this

You can't even hope to see the world as I do. If you are reading this, then that is the case. Those who do not need to read this will understand everything I read. Those who do need to read this can gain only the slightest glimpse of what it is I am trying to convey in these words. Your mind is probably to mundane to interpret this correctly. If you want to understand, then be prepared to give over large amounts of time to thought. If you are not willing to sacrifice your time to understand, then stop reading now, as these words convey nothing. I can only guide you. You will have to walk the road. These words do nothing I shall write justice.

All the words that run through my mind, All the secrets that I've tried to hide. All the stories I've told, And The truths that I hold. All the monsters I used to see, And I realise the monsters are just me. All the glistening of morning dew, And their sparkle fades when placed by you. All the stars in the sky of night. And the darkness reverts to cursed light. All the fire in the depth of hell, And the call of my own death knell. All the cries of the world I've heard. And all the fallacies that I've learned. All the emotion that I have felt. And the people to whom I have knelt. All the ice in the frozen void. And the minds w