Six Feet Under

 Time is all but a conspiring thought; A lie we've all been sold

For I shall be your shining sun in to cure you off your cold

The monsters you imagined once are now as not as true,

But the sun above, scorching bright; could sure be blue,

Open your eyes you see the light; but once shut down it's dark,

You can think it's a friend you see; but it's just another narc.

The demons though untrue have wrecked my blessed soul in two

Cold, my skin has forever stayed even with that burnin blue.

You say me open up my eyes to rid me off the dark

But mi amor it's still the void I see even with them wide apart.

Lies despised and tales reprised like the days of future past

Spies are of no fear my dear when their meal's are tales I cast.

You're living still under that skin,

You hide it but I could find a way to spin,

Spin you round till your heart skips speed,

Might tear you open till sweat and tear too bleeds,

I know you're good but I don't judge by the rules,

You say there's laws, but it'll do nothing for you, fools.

The skin I'm under isn't mine alone

It has ghouls crawling and eating my soul

I'd spin around in your arms my dear 

But my heart's afraid of the path this steers

The scars of past still lingers of my skin, i've scored 

Blood and tears I've split thus far was of my own accord

You say I'm good, but my past begs to differ

The rules and laws are what's making this man better.

It's a forest of feathers, call it scales of the land,

This house is large but you'll get it like the back of your hand,

Still stiff about what you choose to choose,

I'm being nice but I dont mind painting you all over 

with bruise and blues.

Then your forest shall be the one I tread 

your feathers shall be my bed I spread

The house might be too large to uphold 

but I shall be fine if it's your hand that I hold

Paint me with your colours of love 

whichever shade of gray you choose

I was stiff about my choice before but now all I choose is you.

And I guess that's how my last journal was filled, 

A conversation with now demised with a desire to feel,

No guilt, remorse or regret exists,

Think it's straight but in plain sight it twists,

The story is held strong in ink,

For I was the iceberg that made  his ship sink,

I'm proud of it, no rose no jack but life's goin still,

But if I had the chance , I still wouldn't hesitate again to kill.

Paint me red if its all you want

With your hands on my skin the feeling so profound

If i could turn it round to before the end 

I'd still let you do it to me till I'm in the ground

This story of ours wasn't one for the ink

It was written off in my cold red blood, i sinked

Last line of your journal while the last of my story 

Six feet under yet bathing red in your glory