Ascent to Naught
I feel the needles of the world un-prick my heart.
The black clouds of today's insanity not giving way
As they churn black no indication of a part
I hit the ground, as I stare at where she lays.
The rain comes forward, a thick red paste,
anger swallows me whole.
I feel my life withering, a waste,
as her blood turns into dust!
Shaking, I close my eyes.
The nightmare of mortality rubbed in my face
I broke as I heard the truth leaving her lips,
my heart began to race.
A bond forged with a love turned Judas,
my rage ignored her cries.
I bludgeoned out the lies.
Enforcing the bars, to the cage of death,
I hang her in a noose.
Drenched in red,
Beckoning with bone white yet, bone made hands.
I bring the rope to her neck, void of flesh she looks at me.
Her burning sockets void of life, all seeing-
What do they see?.
I'm a murderer, a heathen man, my sins could fill the seas.
The one black spot on life's clean slate-
I ignored her screaming pleas.
I beg her to show me the way.
The moonlight wains, I dare not stay.
Wind sweeps the meadow dusting the grass,
peppered with her blood.
It hangs in the air, I feel its power shaking my very bones.
I unclench the bloody stone.
Oblivious to what I've done, I make my way back home.
Walking the miles in a dazed state,
the wind chills to the bone.
Reaching for the door, my hand is crimson red.
The shock sets in the truth reborn,
I've made my bloodied bed.
The carnal rage, that I poured forth,
The hate that filled my bones.
It sealed my fate in one foul swoop,
I'm damned to a frozen world.
I'm waking up now, this madness is life.
The sentencing is a grave of silent madness
A blanket of frost covers my life, as my soul begins to
freeze.
The air is chilled now as my soul ascends to naught.
Violent Determination
Dying world of greed. Life hath no sympathy, for the
end of thee. The end encroaches now, we follow it
blindly.
This free rides over, this mother’s womb is scabbed and
dry.
A broken home, built by blinded eyes, a violent
determination.
A plan begins to rise, a bureaucratic negotiation.
A legal rape, this ignorant violation.
Sculpting the future, a barren wasteland majesty.
This broken home now, to break another.
Chorus:
The fleet is primed and they'll most likely die
The mission’s failure deemed from the start.
These scoundrels, on their death-row ships
Have manned their final cells.
The earth has died, the fire inside
The fiery molten core is cold and damp.
The breaking point of the human race,
is sounded with trumpeting thunder!
Rocketing forward into the sky
Searching for answers they'll never find
Darkness engulfs them, they've lost their minds.
Into the abyss they fly, they fly.
Into the black, into the dark.
The mission is here, the mission is nigh
Forsaken they live, forsaken they die.
Into the abyss they fly, they fly.
Into the black, into the dark.
The mission is here, the mission is nigh
Forsaken they live, forsaken they die.
The mission is here, the mission is nigh
Forsaken they live, forsaken they die
They die
The earth has die, the fire inside
The fiery molten core is cold and damp.
The breaking point of the human race
is sounded with trumpeting thunder.
The plan begins to rise, a bureaucratic negotiation.
A legal rape, this ignorant violation.
Sculpting the future, a barren wasteland majesty
This broken home now, to break another.
The fleet is primed and they'll most likely die
The mission’s failure, deemed from the start.
These scoundrels, on death rows ships
Have manned their final cells.
Winter
Live like you're dying, Behind the sound of the Your limbs blacken before
because you are. howling winds, you at the thought of the
The blade never leaves your throat. The church bells call you back. preachers stare
The feeling you get when you're alone, To a sermon given in a black ice Knowing we fear to be, we
The constant decay of your sanity. church, watch that ice begin to know not what, we know not
It's always there, on the tip of your crack. where.
tongue, waiting behind what you tell the You doubt yourself, your The deepness, of winter,
world. insanity, but is it that, or is there doesn't mean you’re dead.
truth in the snow? The fire and warmth they
promise you, can be found
The beast sits, and longs for my beckon, but the weakness for it never comes. elsewhere instead.
Burn an eternity longer, and I'll stand outside in the snow. The mark of a whip pales, in
No fighting, struggling, with this stupid, confusing ideal. comparison to the storm you
ride.
You'll drink the blood of a
Make your way to the reckoning, the choirs of light rendered mute. zealot king, when you’re sure
You've found salvation in the cold, no temple of articulate ill-repute. your soul has died
Bargaining with the devil, under cloth, in a black wool made suit.
Those days are done, you must move on, you've walked outside and the winter does not dispute.

With the unsureness of a folded man, you must become a stone.

Granite to the core, it's imperative you understand you will be alone.
Fighting for a life in this world, it will try to raze you to the ground.
Trust the few and remember, “et tu brute” is a very lonely sound.
And if the beast returns and you find yourself reaching into the dark.
Look to the snow on your boots and remember, those whips make no temporary marks.

Behind the sound of the howling winds, the church bells call you back.
To a sermon given in a black ice church, watch that ice begin to crack.
You doubt yourself, your insanity, but is it that, or is their truth in the snow?

Ice hangs from your body. You're limbs blacken before you at the thought
Your blood has ceased to flow. of the preachers stare,
But your feet are moving forward, torch embers barely glow. Knowing we fear to be, we know not what, we
Then darkness over comes you, and you finally close your eyes. know not where.
Hunched over, you try to fight. The deepness of winter
You have no will to rise. doesn't mean you’re dead.
A voice floats over the air, “I knew you'd fail” The fire and warmth they promise you, can
Rage fills your limbs, as you stand up and brave the hail. found elsewhere instead.
A demons rage consumes you, your eyes have opened wide. Your salvation is inside you, the reward for a
Your heart is beating strong now, you know the end is nigh. journey alone.
Your feet begin to move, starting to climb the final hill. You've broken a hold of a black kind, and
Face covered with frozen blood, you muster your final will. you've claimed his frozen throne.
 Jupiter
Five hundred fifty five million miles is all they ask.
He finds it hard to feel his legs, as he stows away
the past.
These cowards are ask to throw away his life, lift it
off with hypergolic might. They ask, save us please!
Anoint us with your blood.
With an almost carnal love for space, the void stares
back at him.
He will hunt for them in this distant place, such
greed won't let him free.
He cannot deny them, it's his only choice. Traitor to
himself, he'll finish his life off in the void.
Brilliant in every way, they construct a ship so
strong and fast.
For a mission to a place, no man has been to a place
so vast.
Gaseous, massive giant, king of gods on Rome’s
behalf.
Precious minerals, founding a new generation of
malicious greed.
His crimes so heinous, he's pardoned for his
knowledge.
Blood spilled in passion, pushing him far away.
His evil life falls away, as the earth grows more
distant.
He's free now to die in peace, though he'll never be
redeemed.
He puts the ship on its course, as he sets for hyper
sleep.
His thoughts expanding, paralyzing he'll dream of
them.
The suns light hits him, so bright, with such deep
shadows.
A six year sleep, haunted by screaming scarlet
meadows.
A nauseating feeling, when he shuts his eyes he
knows
He can't escape his guilt and his tears let it show.
Now he faces a blackened judgment, on his way to
meet a god.
He'll break an ancient silence, conversing with a
toxic fog.
Behemoth of proportions, baffling human minds.
Into a storm so old, all he can see now is his crimes.
The red eye seeks him out, as he sleeps it draws him
in
Rip apart his evil deeds, showing a blackened core
of sin.
A violent shudder wakes him from his sleep. It's
time.
He takes up the helm, and steers into the eye of
god.
Stoic in resolve, the gasses flood the ship.
Scarlet arms of a vengeful king welcome him home,
to the most secluded grave.
The gale force winds rage against the hull,
The ship begins to rip apart, he tries to stay his
course.
It's all too much, he closes his eyes
In search for peace, as the shuttle rips and dies.
He's met with images of his wife dead in his arms,
the blood he's drowning in is hers, she's followed
him through the stars.
A nauseating feeling, when he shuts his eyes he
knows.
He can't escape his guilt and the tears let it show.
Now he faces a blackened judgment, on his way to
meet a god.
He'll break an ancient silence, and he'll not be
spared the rod.
A nauseating feeling, when he shuts his eyes he
knows.
He can't escape his guilt, and the tears let it show.
Now he faces a blackened judgment, on his way to
meet a god.
He'll break an ancient silence, and he'll not be
spared the r