Walking around in his drunken state. I heard the voice of my nightmares,

as he screamed at my mother.

I heard the pound of his fist on the flesh of her face,

Still bruised and scared by the blows of times before.

...

I was sitting on my bed listening to thier bloody battle,

knowing that my time would soon come.

The breaking of plates finally stopped.

A shiver went down my spine.

...

I heard his footsteps come nearer,

closer to my room; my heart; my soul.

I got up from my bed and went to the corner.

He entered the room.

...

As he came closer,

I heard his heavy breathing.

I could smell the liquor on his breath.

Then he entered me.

Tears of anger filled my eyes,

too weak to move,

too weak to scream.

I heard the slam of a door as he went away.

I stayed in my corner, shaking with terror.

...

I heard my mother speaking on the phone,

telling them to come quickly.

I heard a knock on the door,

two men with badges, the police were there.

They arrested my father and,

all I could feel was relief.

...

But it wasn't over.

The day had come to tell my story.

To tell and retell the horror,

in front of a jury.

I heard my mother's tale as well.

I had to see my father's face

for the last time; I thought.

...

I saw him taken away.

With a sigh of relief I withdrew,

it was all over.

I thought;

...

Never again will i hear the slam of doors.

Never again will I hear the roughness of his voice.

Never again will I hear his footsteps approaching me.

Never again will I hear his heavy breathing or smell his tainted breath.

But I was wrong

...

Now in memory I relive the days he came to me.

When he had me under his control.

I hear his voice in my mind,

it gives me shivers down my spine.

"I am trash, I am dumb."

It makes me feel low, and sad.

Can I escape the pain and torture of my fate?

I've heard there is a god.

Are you out there? Can you help me?

...

In this brutal world,

I carry the burdens of my childhood.

Mixed up between love and hate, pity and anger.

He was my father, fathers must be loved.

I could never love my father.

I am confused by love, confined by scars he has created.

...

Justice must be done to this brutal man

and others like him.

His life should be ruined,

just like mine and my mothers.

...

Sometimes I hear the song of Angels.

Is there really a heaven?

Perhaps there is;

But not for me

...

/....\

I ate my sock.

It tasted like chicken.

I ate my shirt.

It tasted like marshmellow.

...

I ate your heart.

It broke in two.

I ate your soul.

I squeezed it dry.

...

I ate my sock.

I ate my shirt.

I ate your heart.

I squeezed your soul.

but Im still hungry.

...

Blind

Before me I see a lake

many colours so devine.

It streches on for miles.

I see no further then the horizen.

...

I close my eyes.

The darkness regescts the light.

The lake a sea of thoughts.

A black and empty nothingness

that streches on for miles.

Can you see past the horizen?

...

/....\

Temptation seeks the lonely.

A sea of thoughts and fantasy.

She's just fine all on her own.

Couples dancing to the beat of their hearts.

At the age of consolidation, relaxation.

She has missed out.

Temptation is the need to discover, disire.

Lonliness is the result of waiting too long.

...

Screaming my pain

Hear my music.

Screaming my pain.

Ply my guitar.

Taunt the string.

The devil's instrument.

Rock the house

A new gig, a new city.

...

Screaming my pain

in a recording studio.

I spill my blood, sweat, heart.

Under the lights,

the stage production.

...

Your hear my music,

the heavy sound,

as we play at the gates of heaven.

You leave your body,

and replace it with mine.

Screaming my pain.

...

The lights turned low.

Crowds of angry people.

Screaming for blood,seat and tears.

the bass like thunder.

Screaming my pain.

...

You dance, you jump, you sway.

I move, I tear, I scream.

You cry for more,

I cry for justice.

You squeeze me dry.

Wanting to hear the sounds

of the devil's instrument.

...

I scream my pain

you scream for more.

...

/....\

With hair of blonde

and eyes of brown

my little porceline doll

wears a frown.

I wonder little doll

why do blue?

...

I know she can't hear me,

or even talk,

but she might want to live

be free to walk

...

If I could grant her that one wish

Will that put a smile on her face?

Will she survive with the humen race?

But she is so fragile

and easy to brake.

I think it would be

A life I would take.

...

The Antichrist Is Here

My Friends

My Family

My world

We're going on a holiday

a one way ticket

The antichrist is here

with a knife at my throat

To die today

massive distruction

...

Go to work today

same routine interupts

The city that never sleeps

How do you explain

to the babes of our society

the antichrist is here.

...

Think like me

Why can't they understand?

hatered so pure

embrases the innocent with its cold touch

World war three rasies its ugly head

Hand in hand

we must come together

to grieve

while other celebrate

hands are torn apart

buildings have crumbled

the antichrist is here

and all hell has risen

...