Black Patterns of Life
By lance •
No one but i has walked the path few choose 2 step upon
in this small thing called life we either weak or strong
the demons we battle and steps that we take
are only the keys to much bigger mistakes
no one cares for others we just watch them die
who among you will stop and say goodbye
i have waited for the time to unleash all my fear
when the sun blacks the moon i will shed no tears
for you have lunged forward and awaken a hidden demon
for so many years i thought to be sleeping
no blood will exit your wounds i inflict i just come
to make your soul feel sick
guns and knives i'll lay at your feet it be by my own
anger you go down in defeat
cry scream do what u will i promise yr end yr life
will be killed
am i a demon? you were raised to fear
let me say yes and to make it more clear
a day will come will you see no more light
a sweep of my fingers as i grasp yr life
lay down and pray to someone for help
you are soon at yr end as my power will out.