I believe in my lord.....

I believe with a vengeance,

I fight with my word,

I break down each time you question me,

I get up still strong,

I dont fear your bigotry,

I pity your thoughts,

I will have faith no matter your tactics,

I will be strong no matter your antics,

You shun what you dont know,

You condemn what you dont know,

I was born out of love,

And i will stay till the end because of love,

You consider me fear,

But i am the product of devotion,

The devil is my enemy,

But you dont understand,

My creator is your creator,

My devotion is to your master,

He is always there,

He is always near,

Just because you dont believe,

Doesnt mean he is not real.

Your disbelieve has no affect on his existence,

Your disbelieve only affects your existence..... 

fault in my memories

as i walk through the maze of my memories, 

i am haunted by the pain in their depth, 

the beauty that they once had, 

is darkened by the shadows of my pain, 

the resonance in their cries, 

haunts my sanity, 

the suffocation of their misery, 

blinds my every step, 

i was once alone but you found me, 

i was once all alone but you found me, 

you found me and loved me, 

you held me and made me, 

i was a broken star, 

you fixed me.

i was a hopeless scar, 

you healed me.

i didnt know what to love, 

you taught me.

i didnt know how to smile,

you showed me.

i learned to love,

than you left me.

i started to hope, 

but you betrayed me. 

i was alone, once again. 

i was alone, once again.

now i stand on the edge of my memories, 

waiting to jump , wondering when to jump.

haunted by my thoughts

my shadows haunted me, 

my fears crippled me, 

my neuroses gripped me, 

my demons chased me, 

i was a nervous wreck, 

i was all ready to throw in the deck, 

but you loved me, 

but you came to me, 

yet you scared me, 

you were mine , yet you were a stranger, 

you were a burden, 

still you were my burden, 

i love you, maybe more than myself, 

yet you scare me, maybe more than my demons.

demons of hope

Roses that bled

Diamonds that broke

Promises wrapped in chains

Dreams grasped with pain

Choices of love 

Gardens filled with doves

Romance of madness

Worlds filled with sadness

The intertwining lanes

The shattered window panes

Tears of mahogany

Roads of broken memories

Fantasies of a better tomorrow

Nightmares of a broken thread 

Life of a demon

Laced with black venom 

last symphony of the author

a symphony of words,

the canvass of love, 

as the music began, 

the words sang, 

as the colors came to life,

the orchestra thrived, 

as the curtains turned,

the applause churned,

as the masks came off, 

the horror began,

as the rage came to life,

the jealousies thrived, 

as the wheels turned,

the hearts churned,

as the music strengthened, 

the words lengthened,

as the colors got bolder, 

the orchestra smoldered, 

as she looked into her hands, 

she saw what could be, 

her canvass wasted,

her symphony destroyed, 

what once was a dream , 

lay in ashes ..... wasted