Kill God

The angels hunt me down

Demons track my soul

Hiding in this human town

I remember my life’s one goal

A creation of the enlightened darkness

I had defied my own masters

For me no one was his highness

My mission was to be a martyr

My master’s hunter, the gothic angels

Are nearby, I sense them

My former army, now a stranger

If only I could save some of them

The devil is now the commander

And god himself the knight

Of this alliance I am the binder

But if only they could see the right

The pretty demons the hideous priests

Fire at me, at their will and accord

But I don’t care ‘bout these beasts

Good or bad, I’ll kill God

Disgrace

Lost beyond these words

I see what you won’t believe

A mind disfigured by grim

It is evil yet serene

For society an existence ceased

People can be so cruel

Trekking on this treacherous sheath

In winds of poisonous tears

An adolescence lost to pain

A teenage that wasn’t there

This age old misery reminiscent

Of why this life is a failure

The uncoloured part of a rainbow

A pilot drowning in depths

Some words better left unsaid

This sarcasm of god bitter

Like the blank page of a diary

A pretty face scarred and burnt

Some roots don’t grow any trees

They only rot in dirt

Playing this tune devoid of rhythm

Beating doors with broken hands

Screaming pathetic to myself

I break down and succumb to fear

My Nights...

I’ve spent nights

Dreaming of you

Thinking of you

How I would touch you

How I would feel you

I’ve spent nights

Speaking of you

Hearing of you

How I would see you

How I would like you

I’ve spent nights

Yearning for you

Crying for you

How I would love you

How I would please you

But now that I have you

I have no nights left.

Demon's Love

On the way to heaven she lives

I see her playing with the doves

The essence that soul does give

Makes even demons believe in love

Her gentle sight spots me and flutters

Leaves me spell bound and dreamy

I love ya i want to stutter

Please love and set me free

She perhaps has the look of appraisal

But am not sure am her type

Nash, nfs. Zlot or kezal

Compared to her none is enough ripe

All that i like is stuffed in her

She has so much meaning to me

I see her n my soul shakes and stir

So easily she voows me..

Not sure i can win her heart

We're not in the same love league

Even though of heart she's a part

Chances of her liking me are bleak

The over-lord nfs has fallen

No longer i have any control

The word weaver has been maulen

Perhaps alone i'll again stroll

The Player

What is love

His only desire

What is pain

In his burnin fire

What is his plan

With consequences dire

What is the job

For which doom he hires

What is excitement

When so soon he tires

What is the reason

He hangs on that wire

What is the truth

When his surname's a liar