Still are the waters that lie

Still are the water that lie… silent into the night. To await the next fright… far from sight. Dying, crying alone. Bathed in my own tears… accepting my fears. Negated by love… waiting to see the white dove. For now and tomorrow I shall cry. Maybe even till the day I die. But I shall not kneel. Upon a promise made… I again fall pray to fate. Torment shadows… fallen am I. The teething returns and the darkness engulfs me I am the demon that resurrects pain. I hurt all. Soon maybe I shall fall. I see the reconcile… I live in my others denial. I am but the sinner. Soon I shall break the seal. To the next hand of fate I shall take my stand till the next card fate does deal. Betrayed. Lost gone. My own destiny lost. My life nothing more then torture to others. To most here I am an idol… on the follow. Wanted by many, still I can not see love lest in one. And I do love her. Upon the steep cliff again… watching the cool icy waters… the deadly screams as the waves embrace the rock shores. One step is all that would take for me to break. As my body crashes into the waves trusted in the rocky shores feeling my bones break my insides implode. My ribs relocated to my black heart… my blood mixing with the salty waters. My white teeth now red… upon these rocks all can say I am dead. Again awaking.
In the play ground of pain. Stepping over the dead bodies of the fallen. For I am hate. I am the pain. I live in the blight. I am home. Following the bloody path. No I see the dire pain indeed. An angel hung upon a rope made from my own brown thread. Her face pale white lest the blood stains from the scratches upon her face. The dead body hanging. The shrikes of laugher from the shadows this was not what I wanted… for now in the angels place a demon does roam. Still nothing can I do. I am but a man. For ever hurt I see I can only do so much. Foolish was it of me to think I could help. For all is lost. And I am just a ghost. Of a demon. I am all that destroys. How can I heal when all I is hurt. I am nothing but the carnage in your heart. Still I do try and still I do fail. Again looking to the angel… her blood soaked dress… raped by the demons. Still I do not know who I am. I just remember how it is to hurt. How easy it is for me to become as I was. To hurt on purpose only for my gain. Fuck their pain. I am me. I stand for me. fuck this place for now I set pace… to fall from grace. To taste all the blood. But this is not my way… how many have I hurt. For it does hurt me also. How many say when I help someone. For I am to be higher then most. My so-called friends. Helping someone up… watching the savages and snakes turn to me… for I did wrong I care. Now a choice face their wrath or surrender the stranger. But I still do as I feel is right… I help. My mind is gone… nothing is want does remain.