Your Favorite God

Visionary warrior Erotic eyes search and deceive Evaluating plans To go your own way. Masters of the system Self-proclaimed Lothario In safe perimeters No conflict but no room to grow Drowning on the land I tried to walk on water It always looked much different From the other side As I turned away I thought I heard you say Swim or drown my friend Swim or drown Mercenary fever Dreams with suicidal themes I have to find my place I'll go my own way. Master of resistance Following the sirens call Dying to be born In the darkness of the morn. There's no need pretending There's happy endings They always were so hard to believe. So take your last breath And swim until your death To the alter of disorder Dissident disciple Seeking views close to the edge A human zoo display The chill of skin to fire The look of eyes that turn away The look of drowning man Not knowing they are bordering slaves.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Rising with the last word There's no fear in my eyes Lived my life fist over hand. I'm caught in the crawl again. Scratching hiding justifying Scars that I had once shown Changing rhyming redefining Words that I had once known. There's someone crawling Inside my skin. I feel them calling So once again. I painted my face for the kill. Quickly my heart was slowing. Far from the stage of the real. Back where my blood was flowing. Sent to sterilize My mind, my eyes, my hands You hated me, I hated me I'm caught in the crawl again

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

I suffer in silence now That my own words betray me The voice of a holy child With a demon's tongue. I'm filing my thoughts away Hiding myself away For I have seen myself laughing Through your trusting eyes View from the ledge Fate or razor's edge You know I have taken from you What you've taken from me This way I've never felt the pain I've never seen the rain I never crossed the line But I know there's still time. Although you've seen the sign Your vision were all mine Your heart was in my hand Trading hours fro sand. There's always a first time There's always a last time There's always an encore Of the page before. Controlling a trembling hand Defining your dreams and nightmares Watching your life played out On an empty page I know that you have to see I am your one true savior I feel all of your thoughts All of your fear this way View from the ledge Fate or razor's edge You know I have taken from you What you've taken from me this way

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

All my blood, all of my flesh, all of my senses have paid the price for a man with vision. Did my time in the line moved by inches obeyed the call of a blinding fever! Give my your violence Give my your silence Have you run? Have your found your reason or your place in the killing season? The calling, the falling, the crawling. It's getting so hard to breathe The needing, the bleeding, the feeding It's hard to breathe Satisfied with the life you've been living You don't move too far From the place where In the climb you've resigned from the vision You bare the weight Of your last decision! One more life, one more death One more dreamer has played the part of a true believer Selling you, selling my, selling reasons. No fate, no faith Only timed decision

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

I've been swept away with a violent brain storm With the constant pounding scream of pain Outside my window pane. The night is waiting, anticipating You to light a candle for me Too much to conceal, too much of the real Too much reconstruction. That's why I fear the morning Challenging the night for twilight Calling me its victim For it always makes me feel the real I felt the chance come on It felt like I was dying Avoiding the sentence Of waiting for a second chance I hope you don't mind if I don't find Comfort in your brave new world I'm out of the race I'm out of the line I'm out of words to call mine I've been swept away with a violent brain storm With the constant pounding scream of pain Outside my window pane. I hope you don't mind if I don't find Comfort in your brave new world I'm out of the race I'm out of the line I'm out of words to call mine

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

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