 Locked Away
(c) 2004 soulsanction
do you keep your sins
locked up in a cross
that hangs from the rearview
catching the headlights fall
as they rise up ahead of you?
do you keep your secrets
locked up in some cedar box
that sits at the end of your bed
collecting dust and porcelain dolls
keeping hidden all thats dead?
do you keep your trophies
trapped in tiny frames
strategically placed on the wall
hung alone on individual nails
hiding your obvious lack of control?
do you keep your pity
in a glass in case you get thirsty
that sits on your nightstand
ready to spill from overflow
with the slightest touch of your hand?
Have your sins bled from the cross
your secrets escaped from their box
Have your trophies sunken in
your pity finally familiar
As you trip over the truth within
Have your sins finally fallen
Your secrets in a box that swollen
your wall fat with insignificance
Your pity pouring from the nightstand
as you realize you never had a chance
Panic
(c) 2004 soulsanction
My heart has its own panic room
Locked inside its own impending doom
My mind escapes, barren landscapes
I reside within the creeking rooms
My mind has its own denial mode
Trapped doors fill its absent abode
My soul deviates, body it vacates
I hide in its twisted tongue code
Abyssal
(c) 2004 soulsanction
I wandered back into the abyss
with much resistence from its grip
a sweet seduction in her kiss
but I know of the wrath in this relationship
I wander back to Abbadon
To see if I could fix what was wrong
Knowing of the danger of her delusion
and knowing of her kaotic conclusion
I am here more as a guardian
For I know of the mud that can be wallowed in,
I know of the destruction it can cause within
And I know of the sickness that can swallow her
I am not a martyr here in the abyss
Rather I am much more selfish
I prevent shock like a shellfish
I am blind to my own worthiness
Last time I was here I led from this place
A sacred shrine that could not be replaced
She bared the scars from its ignorant embrace
I guided her far away from its ugly face
It was her own light that shined the way
My light was only a glimpse into the doorway
I waited patiently on the other side
Hoping it was a place where we could both reside
I want nothing but the most holy of light
To shine upon us both in the darkest of nights
We both can reside in the safety of the universe
and sing along with a beautiful chorus
Create more playgrounds for children once at bay
In this beautiful light that keeps us safe
But a gate was opened somewhere while we played
Everything a fight and a fault everyone delayed
Like time has lapsed beyond reason
Like death has taken a swing at spring season
Like the sickness seeps through the curtain
And everything that was understood becomes uncertain
I have taken a journey back to find
If truly it is me that lost my sound mind
Or if an intruder lay within the abyss
Trying to destroy this relationship
I want to know if dark mother has her ignorant embrace
On the children we hoped wouldn't see her face
I came to shine a mirror back at her wicked disgrace
To reflect to her the sickness that seeped into my space
What a terrible mistake to try and reflect the obsene
For in such a darkness nothing can be seen
And in such kaos nothing can be serene
And in such a curtain everything is not as it seems
I did not come to play martyr here in the abyss
Rather, I surrender to my own selfishness
And I curl up in shock completely spineless
Led out of the dark by her worthiness
Hyper Vigilance
(c)2004 soulsanction
the panic is in the potential
the "could be" kaos factor
the what if inventions
the foreshadow factory
but all possibility is 50/50
nothing is ever as it seems
locked in a lie, this lucid dream
hyper vigilance screams
talking with fear of spit-back
of every breaths toxic lie
lay awake in a surface sleep
never truly conscious, barely alive
trip into a seductive state
slowly one hallucinates
but not for the eyes, no vision here
what one sees is never clear
the mind meanders to possibility
what can becomes what will be
the undefined is definitely
one creates their own proximity
One creates their own methods
One terminates their own could be
Focused on the future it happens
when the moment was still a might be
Curled in the corner afraid of everything
one blink and it could all be gone
Chance leaves open doorways to things
With No chance, nothing can go wrong
Why the mind wander to the worst
only that mind can determine
mine figures that on the bottom
less the fall, safer to climb up from
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Cleptic Chromatic
(c) 2001 soulsanction
you are a conduit of my contamination
a cleptic of my chromatic imagination
you are killing my corona
with your stagnant aroma
your dogmatic insanity's
your programmatic profanities
have slipped
into the eclipse
you have revitalized the void
a placenta to the paranoid
your futile fingers are frail still
and you cannot survive without my will
Paper Dolls
(c) 2001 soulsanction
We are paper all dolls
Slit to precision
We all, have tapered walls
Split with decisions
We are all beautiful doves;
Feel the need to endorse pigeons
We are all capable of love;
Kneel and plead, force religions
We are all chanign our face;
It's the need to paint the fake
We are all endangering this place;
Are we waiting for earthquakes?
7 Monkeys
(c) 2001 soulsanction
You are all puppets on strings
serving your convenient kings
Laughing around tables
Spitting out your fables
The monkeys are sitting still
While the Lords have their fill
I'm spitting gin in their faces
Bleeding out their human disgraces
There's an ugly man at the end
Who looks like a monkey as he pretends
To be passing bread to his neighbors
To be preaching of the Lords Labors
I've a mind full of your master
Being nothing but an image on plaster
I've too conjured a convenient king
I don't blame Him for anything
As for now the only chains that bind
Are the monkeys on my mind
I too am a puppet with strings to adorn
Tangled in the tripwire tugging while you scorn
Condiment Queen
(c) 2001 soulsanction
I seem to be a condiment queen
Corrupting your fine cuisine
In a castle, in a cloud
Dreams are those that talk too loud
And I've drifted into playpens
And I've scorned the men
As they laughed at me
And blurred what I see
I am not a condiment queen
i am more like that fine cuisine
But I do reside in a castle, in a cloud
and dreams are the visions that conjugate crowds
And I've settled onto my stages
And I've rectifired, nullified my rages
As they knelt down to me
and cured my disease
Purged
c) 2004 soulsanction
Passing in a dream
where nothing is what it seems
it's a state of mine
a state of mind
One moment is gone
the past seems to follow
I once was the sun
so why am I so hollow
I think that I'm done
There's always more to swallow
The dark has become
Passing in a haze
Spiraled away in a daze
It's a state of mine
A state of mind
A moment is gone
the rest seems to follow
I feel like the sun
Sent my breath to swallow
The past is never done
It fills this hollow
The light I have become
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