I woke up this morning and I was no longer lost.

I was no longer homeless starving sick as a dog.

I was double crossed by those I love yet I wasn't cross.

Because I'd ascended took the pain to spread my wings at last and finally take off.

Tutelage was cruel as they come.

Teachers reluctant to see me understand would rather watch me crumble under pressure and give all Tha way up.

But all my heart and my whole soul are collateral for my tution so in the maelstrom I was stuck.

Wasn't meant to make it through the night but today I awoke and was shocked to see the sun had come up.

So I went to church and bought myself a white hat.

Pittsburgh Pirates P upon the face in black.

Knew what a boss was intuitively and totally in a flash just like that.

Flipped my tassel got my diploma left all my fear behind and carryed on my merry path.

Victim of secrets, smfh lbds my hopeless heart.

Should of been dead of cardiac arrest, instead I'm smoking crack in the dark.

Not literally that's a metaphor for writing these; would be perfect though id only have to turn out the light.

I don't lie, tell you everything and let you think what you might.

The little minx is as we speak on the floor cooking up quality cocaine with fire and ice.

These witches are mine.

I love them all because their heartless and can never love me but succumb to the confusion for a time while they try.

And in return they learn what saves them gets them to their sabbats on time.

Equinoxs and solstices and demons and angels oh my.

Vivid imagery to say the very least.

Heaven and Hell are very real however because of the mind of mankind; which is hopelessly beyond his own coception of a perfect machine.

And that my pretty friends is an example of perfect irony.

My brilliance comes from being made to share this vessel I utilize with three completely separate entitys.

I am not what you would consider the traditional definition of what a "normal" human being would be.

That's why you don't know so many things as you might have that you did imagined before you just indulged in me.

These are my confessions I'm no fuckin usher though.

I'm a panderer of broken dolls that dont even know before they even came from womb they had already sold their mortal soul.

I am a cruel design blinded but yet I see everything at the same time. 

I wine and dine these women into submission gentleman's quarterly suave show them infatuation they thought was lost forever and you will pay me for the full explanation of the kind of chaos such a thing incites in their minds.

Just a clever parlor trick and nothing more. 

But it is my opening attack in every battle of every war.

Which I'm well aware I've already lost.

But believe me when I tell you that the rewards are worth fortunes more than the incredible costs.

Pain is inevitable because of my seduction but eventually for me at least it withers into just one more unfortunate loss.

And I can't be the one to keep your secrets anymore.

But you don't ever give a fuck when you give up you become an unstoppable storm when your no longer my paramour.

Show you where your warrior was or went and what hes inside of you for.

And you may lose your winnings along the way afterwards but that ill save to show you on another day.

Either that or take it to my grave, either way i bid you adieu it's growing late and neglect my lovely gracious date.

Pheromones beckoning me from every direction, like resurrection of youth 

for all the purity, mystique replaced into the reanimation of the ageless pursuit.

An endless ocean of orchards of fruit.

Ashes to ashes and everybody falls down reachs the end of their line.

This truth combined with fire will reduce your soul to cinders just as fine, if it rages for too long a time.

Nihilistic nights

Breath of a savage beast minotaur of the labyrinth trussed up in shackles bound in silence suspended for a time?

Or maybe for eternity currently I have misplaced every shred of my placement of mind.

Like hibernation my current situation.

I yearn for more seductive locations.

Entertainment coated in crimson yet I remain complacent.

Rage of the aincents within me, and it takes all my strength to contain it.

Saw every circle their is where horror ends and begins.

So sin to me is my nature.

locked in the labyrinth.

Her bed is warm, but now her words have worn like shards of ice into my soul. 

Maybe she hates me for my careless ways ànd all these things were orchestrated perfectly long before.

And I have gone and made a woman scorned into my paramour.

She's told me several times to leave but yet I cling to her. 

Each word more hurtful stinging venom getting worse and worse.

A man should walk away but loneliness and homelessness await.

And both those things are miniscule to love I threw away and had to waste.

No argument or logic seems to put a dent I  her anger.

She's in control and all that I can do is bury how I feel like a forlorn undertaker. 

My feelings matter none, treated this way after all I've done for someone that i honestly tried with evry broken piece I have inside to love.

My clothes are in a garbage bag upstairs and as I write these words I know there's nothing left for me and her to share or wrongs and ŕights for us to çompare.

There goes the last chance that ill ever give to love.

Took everything ihad got back and never gave enough.

Both exist because the energy of mind and time.

fear of the inevitable created neccesitay to rationilize. 

And this in turn made martyrs sacrifice, evangelists capitlize, and beliefs followed so blindly all the power of these imaginations actually materialized.

And now there is Hell as well as Heaven, there are demons and gods.

There are angels but these are fabrications fairytales that have grown their own teeth their own claws.

Draw you away from the path that you were made to follow when you had no reason not to carry on.

Leave you eternally trapped inside a nightmare manufactured by a bunch of story's misinterpreted a little more every single time that they are passed on.

Paradise sounds very nice but this is not the way that you should move on. 

Logically punishment for actions taken in a vessel that you had no knowledge of or opportunity to engineer couldn't be more completely wrong.

I implore you to use your mind when you choose a religion.

Beleif will follow your conciousness into oblivion and force you into submission.

Keep you from ever seeing everything for what it is.

And perputate your cycle of suffering so that it will never end.