Yours is fate that is written in brimstone
Dark pits of misery and pain await you
Life may be long
But eternity will eclipse it
As you become the footstool of the devil
Writhing in pain your cries will go unnoticed
Blending with the demons in your unholy choir
The soil you lay within will rot
Faster than the skin that burns from your vessel
And your grave will never know peace
No one will mourn the evil you lived
Your children will be marred with your stain
Evil is the legacy you leave them
Comfort them now but just know it’s in vain
Better they had stained your bedsheets
Instead being made to live in your sickness
You are wasted life
Unforgiveable and weak
The devil will come for his bill
and the world will rejoice in your death

I am the fire
And I am rising
I am the cheer
And I am rising
I am the anticipation
And I am rising
I am the hope in the fans
And I am rising
I am the flags in the air
And I am rising
I am the C of red
And I am rising
When all this is said and done
And the lights grow dim in the Dome
I am the Stanley Cup
And I will be rising

Ex

He was his Mother’s son
Who made promises in vain
Through a wide over bitten smile
She sought refuge from rage
Though it grew in her all the while

He was a red flag carnival
Full of hate and despair
Things she could never fix
She was a lost soul full of desire
Just inside the betwixt

He was quick with his blame; heavy handed control
Her flesh was soon purple and grey
Youth in her was rage
Lonely attention seeking
Dragging an empty hand across his gilded cage

They were never to be
No blossom of love was found
Absorbed into the others darkness
Pain was the conduit
Wearing that ring that bound

Where do you stand?
But on the hallowed grounds
Of your ancestors
Feel their tears and beating hearts
Like the drums and rains that went before you

Where do you stand?
But in the poverty of greed
Of your fellow man
Feel his apathy and power
Watch him rise while others fall

Where do you stand?
But where the past and future collide
In a simple meadow
Green with life and black with oil
Which one will stand the test of time?

Where do you stand?
When your voice is asked to rise
War paint stained
Will you stand like totems of the past
Or as pioneers on the new frontier

The steel of the grey in his eyes
Steadfast in their terror inspiring stare
Gaze grippingly at which others overlook
The smile of that young cashier
The discontent of that ticket taker
The greed in that child’s crying eyes
The virtue in that painted girl
Remains lost on those without his sight
Widespread chaos across this county fair
This playground for alcohol fueled
And over sugared children of every age
Fantasies in thin rubber
Balloons of every shade
Held by menacing creatures
With blood red features
Dead and trampled grass
Reveal it’s muddy bliss
Immortalizing each passing footprint
For a moment
Only to be forgotten
With each passing step
The Traveler sees it all
Through filters only he knows
And judges each soul using only his logic
Watching and waiting for the perfect end to his day
When he will drift into the woods just beyond this place
Carrying a prize of his own
To lay his roots of pain and torment
And watch through their fading eyes
As another summer day passes by

Under skies of simulated daylight
Half blocked by plastic happiness
Within a promise of your heart’s desire
Sit the huddled masses of refuge
In this court of jesters
Welded together en masse
Ironic seats crowded together
Separating families from each other
Diamond shape patterned red plastic trays
Covered in grease and convenience
Barely large enough to hold the need
These are not the seats of comfort
Nor is this the food of home
Sustenance wrapped in plastic
On paper plates of weakness
Cold metal chairs beckon your rest
Only to quickly want you gone
Squeezing you back out
To wander this dreamscape
And drain your wallet dry

She chases darkness like an addict

One foot always in the night

Body twisted staggers

Finds discomfort in the light

Heartbroken from her losses

So many now she’s gone astray

Begging strangers for their pity

All her joy has gone away

Wallows in her misery

A friend who always lends an ear

Shuts out those who love her

And ones who want to end her fear

Every shallow breath she takes

Pulls her deeper to the grave

Never thinks of those around her

She is simply darkness’s slave