Born within a red glacier

Born within a red glacier



My skin has a mind of its own

Pulling back on my face while stretching to my heart for home

I try to shield my insides from the out

With whatever words another says I felt another shout

Try to hide the foreboding threats that circulate underneath and inside

The inner corridor of my subconscious, eroded mind

That no one could ever believe

The crimson image of phantoms blended onto my sleeve

I see one sign and think of something else

I feel something swimming throughout my pulse

Someone interacts with me and my central confidence melts

I don’t expect to be treated like anyone else

My only expectation is to fall false



What is it that transcended this resonance

What inner voice compromises my obedience

My heart feels warm as it runs down my arms and my hands fade frozen

I can no longer distinguish the difference between potion or poison



Laughing when your sad

Crying when your mad

Screaming once you’ve had

A smile spread once you know you relieved something bad



Despite this lullaby

With witch was intent to help you close your eyes

It was always you that I despise

I’m sorry if I had caused you to cry

Though I can’t help the fact that my entire life’s feels like a lie

Why must I forsake my will to survive

In order for my soul to feel alive

Why is it that all of my thoughts subside

When my persona starts to run, fade and hide

And nothing resisting the tilted shadow of suicide



Why does society consistently stab a knife right through my hand

Why does no one ever try to understand

I have no proprietary

I’ve chosen to reject society

And develop my own distorted reality



Why am I always aware of my sins

What is this demon that lies within

These transparent scars never cease

To blind the dark light shed from the beast

The constant flow of crimson blood

Saturates what is left of my pure white bud

This bloody badge along my left shoulder

Proclaimed my honor as a mental soldier

And my heads runs hot and my hands feel colder



The cracks of a broken mirror reflect my bitter arcana

And I face my inner persona

A red and white outline where all it is that I find

Are the visual scars that path the walls of my mind



Past the green retina of my left eye

The cracks of blood reach out and inject into the black focus of my mind

The pupil image outlines the silhouette of my body in lye

And the white forms the background of all the things on this planet I find



Cascaded over the black blanket sea

Encircles the yellow sheet of my darker right eye

Just as the moon freezes the sky

And preserves the stars and the thoughts that rise and burn brightly inside of me



To my left is what is left of my pure white cloud

To my right is the tangible and shallow, black shroud

Should I lye on my safe and green earth

Or should I walk on the pale yellow moon and continue my uneasy search



Some people feel the need to ask if I feel anything but lonely

Though existing in a black and white void is all that I need

My links of greed recede as I bleed out what I believe

My past leaks out as my blood paints all that I see

Thinking, I sit in my room, staring at the wall

Socially, I feel like I haven’t developed at all

I start my classic tradition

And I assume the fetal position

I lye alone, spread out in my room

To presume and resume

That I should curl up tight and wait in my dark womb

I feel that there are people around that I should by now have met

Though I can’t help feeling that I’m not ready to be born yet

I’ve come to realize the conclusion

That there’s no reason to look for any solution

I sleep, lying and denying my race though I have nothing to say

And constantly people come by but I just shy away

So when people drop from the ceiling to ask me each day

“Isn’t it hard to be lonely, sitting, isolated in my room all day”

My initial response is that I just have to say

It may be hard but I prefer it that way



As food is limited so is the lifespan of us all

As will has its roots, people have the right to stand tall

As the moon rises up the sun must come down

As the light fades I can’t hear any sound

My head spins all around

And all I found



Was what was reflected off of the constellations of stars

Was that I’m mentally obsessed with these physical scars

The psychological bars

That limit my perception to hear out these intangible calls



The sheepish parasite

Begins to recite

That in order for it to survive

The mask must begin to breath nothing but lies

The sun fades through the transparent ear

And the truth is born to never be near

That we should never follow what we feel

But be herded only but what is printed as real 



The birds are human and the phoenix is god

The gods rise from infinite ashes as we are born from the limited earth

With deaf ears we deny his existence and resist the will of our birth

They provide the sky as we share the land

As they warm over our heads we set fire to our hands

We numb our feelings with red water and once it starts

Even the gods cant scratch through our frozen hearts



Most resent

The almighty intent

And distort the words

For the mass of the birds

And guide the sheep to the field

The attempt to disguise this plain as a shield

We march on and beyond this world of fear

And into a dark and distilled atmosphere

Of mercenary ethics and tainted tongues

The sharp words from beneath shallow wool of cold sheep

Rage out and burn the air and falling shards cut quite deep

Of the white sheep that grow numb from lack of sun

The potential of some absorbed just by one

The white wool fades to black and absorbs all the heat

And the flow of hate repeat the deceit

Of the white sheep with black skin

And the gray lamb that stand against sin