Singularity

Where is my glorious love, where is my life

Blood dripping hands show only my strife

Where is my pleasure, the once beating heart

The twisted mind and I have found a way to part

Out on the razors edge living without a single point

Mass produced souls serving as one universal joint

Mistakenly buried deep within the hands of time

While white light erases the lie just before the bell chimes

Where is my innocent joy and undeniable love

Hanged by guilt and the lack of help from above

The truth seeps from the skin with howls of pain

There is one neglectful being to whom belongs the blame

Out on the razors edge living without a single point

Mass produced souls serving as one universal joint

Mistakenly buried deep within the hands of time

While white light erases the lie just before the bell chimes

Twisting and bleeding I will die with a kick and a scream

Because my only pleasure will come from a dream

Help from Above

I need someone to hear and to love me

Son my ears are open and my eyes can see

You can't understand the problems of my life

You are a gift but you need to release your strife

Father, On the razors edge, there is no point

Within this machine son, your a universal joint

But I don't flex or pivot around those who care

Close your tired eyes and clear the polluted air

They did not care, just walked away to create another

I love you my son but you have to love others

I love thee and pray forgiveness of my sin

It is Fine, just keep your head up and always grin

My best wishes for you

Live hard, play brilliantly and bow out with dignity and class

Do all this not for me my darling but love life for you

Be an individual that does not run but strays from the mass

Walk the straight line and you will never be cold or blue

Be true to your kind, gentle soul and our endearing, loving pact

And in the dark, starry night you shall see my glorious light

Burning brightly as if my love for you stole everything but the black.

Soul Sucking Slum

Walking the lonely streets desperate for the sway

With pockets empty, my best desires stray

Out of the darkness come hands so cold, so kind

Deliverance wrought with pain I begin to unwind

Hit with the mist but not without the horrible twist

The mind twitches and the cravings persist

A little bit of nothing might be better than the glum

And that is the soul sucking slum