the pain and the agony to destroy by flood, sword and flame...
to have to see his children pass away without knowing his name...
what misery to lay down himself as a sacrifice for my blame...
it burns in me to realize the blood of god covers my shame...
the joy born through pain as the salty tears of my praise...
through sorrow and death, bringing light to this dark child...
his presence brightens up my days in so many different ways...
my heart broken again and again, yet i cannot hide my smile...

-indepth-

black and white keys, ebony and ivory, clothed hammers pounding on steel strings...
major and minor keys, harmony and melody, dissonance of all these broken things...
these crude fingers, appear ever graceful, flutter over notes like cripples walk...
step after dragged step through bars of music, beautiful is but an afterthought...
wishing that the music would say and express all my emotions with truthful angst...
that plodding the wrong notes would sound original, rather than way out of place...
try to soothe your uneasiness or explain in a note why you should be against me...
if the devil had your life in his hands, a sturdy shoulder to lean on tearfully...
i cant force the feeling or channel its mood, ive tried to and ive tried often...
this grand instrument of history might as well be my final home, wooden coffin...

-ambitions-