Empty Love Dreams

This is the mutiny of mercy,
Severed branches lay vertical and set free,
With cuts that run through a closed canal,
What is the calm under this bloody sky,
I will find interaction where I sink inside,
Upon this dirt road I can not stand it anymore..

Invent..

Inventing a soft silk that will wrap around my mouth,
While my hands are psychopathic, with reasoning to doubt,
Crucifying my thoughts in a fire that blazes,
I will keep my hold study, as I wrap it upon other faces,
Look at this frog that needs to leave,
I will obliterate you with my iron staff till you bleed,
Like the skies that will cease to exist,
A continuum that will never persist.

I am followed in a dark place and still there is this shadow,
It will not speak of it's meaning or budge to go,
Liking the pain that creates beside my roam,
Ripping intently on bright pure colors,
Seeking more hurt onto others.

Invent..

Inventing a place for people to protest,
That years and years have not been best,
Notice that you can not be alone,
Humming the same song,
Where can you call home?

Blood paves the skies and the streets,
Will it be washed or will it come after me...

Somebody needs to come and find a way,
Just to stop the stalker of all this pain.