The Warlock's Den “Lost Treasure's Collection”
Can anyone See?
are you chained or are you free?
is your soul for sale
take the ride straight to hell
A master of your craft
but a slave under command
fighting in another land
Bark boy, before you stand
are you blind or just ignorant
Knee deep you are already in it
Where will you walk, will you back up your talk?
Land of the free, home of the Brave
While taking your morals to your bloody grave
look at the Country now
your not free unless you bow
all while wondering when, where and how
you don't know me, don't try and understand
Act like you don't care, I'm not your name brand
I don't want your sympathy
you don't know what it's like to be me
Start walking away
damn me to hell while you pray
to a god that hates you
Just as much as I do
Hypocrite is the word
I know I'm just plain absurd
Whisper my name as I walk past
inside joke where I'm the laugh
In a Society where you try and hide
just another number in life for suicide
The Den is dark, little light is visible within this small chamber, all manners of incantations have been spoke here, summoning the lords of Hell to the beauties of Heaven. Virgin sacrifices made in honor of long dead deities. This my friend is the Warlock's Den, a place of shrouded secrets and unknown mysteries. Doors line the hallway leading to my many tormenting thoughts, haunting me always I can hear the screams and clawing at the sturdy frame. There was a time when these doors would lay open, as the beasts of untold ransacked the Den. I have gained control of my main emotions able to suppress them.
My passion for writing is fueled by many aspects of my life, and views on this life. But a one true passion of mine is Fictional writing, Fantasy. I would say a little Sci-fi but not as much, For as long as I can remember I had been playing, or creating fantasy games, playing them either by myself or with my brother. It was a way for me to escape, to forget my troubles in life. That was until I found writing, it was then that I combined my love for the both and started working on a lot of fictional pieces, most were just short stories. I found it easy for me to put a part of my personalty in every character I had created as if a part of me was forged into this fictional being, no more real than the words on this screen, it was the story behind it that made it come to life, the drama, the love and sorrow. the feeling of being real, A lot of my writing is Fictional, my Literature mixed with fiction speaks truth to my views of this world and its existence.
Crack open my skull
strip away my soul
until everything turns the same
where life is just their game
with the roll of the dice
pawns to the board, were just mice
growing up in a induced fear
insults are all we hear
afraid Armageddon is near
Killing off the children
in the name of sin
blood soaking the lands
from our own hands
staring off I can see
something that will come to be
caused by our own corruption
Something so sinister
called blasphemy by your Minister
No not the devil
But will take you to the next level
'Say is this the world you created
where we are always sedated
forced to eat the drugs
from the spotlight-thugs
diluting the imagination
polluting the nation'
you say we are blind
that we can't see to be
I say you are old
living just to stay alive
like bees to a dieing hive
Say, why don't you take the next hit
than maybe you can see your god I call shit
your the one who force him onto me
where we are all raped
in the way you want it shaped
living your con
'you say were free
secretly blind, cannot see
force-fed from what they said
dried up, tied up, and left for dead'
Fantasy and Religion go hand in hand, being into Fantasy as much as I was lead me to educate myself on the Religious myths and folklore. There are over a Million different Religious movements within the world today. and growing still, you only hear of the bigger more corporate Religions really. I was born into the Mormon religion, Salt Lake City Utah. So naturally I was raised to be Mormon, but never truly felt 'religious' I was never really into it. So one day I picked up the bible and decided to read it and I did, afterwards however was the moment I became Agnostic, to much Fictional, Mythical entries in the bible for me to try and take as real. Being a Fan of Fiction myself I started looking into many of the other religions out there, None seemed to be what I could dedicate myself to, Most had way to many unplausable and down right laughable notions. So it was only a few months after that I became an Atheist, where as a lot of people began getting confused. The best part is when people think that Atheism is a Religion in itself, which is not. the soul definition of Atheism is the lack of Religion. What really trips people out is when I tell them that yes I do believe there was a guy named Jesus Christ who walked around healing and helping people, but just because I believe that does not mean I'm believing in God or the Devil. Just means there was once a guy named Jesus who was kind hearted and helped people who needed help.
I have always fought with my Religious and Spiritual sides, even back when I was constantly depressed I fought with it, I resented God on a personal level for awhile even after I became Atheist a part of me wanted him to be real just so I could tell him off when I bought the big one.
Then over time I simply applied my logic to my beliefs and 'god' fell from them, though I still often use 'God' in my vocabulary but thats mainly for my audiences benefit. What a lot of people fail to realize and understand is, we are ALL born Atheists as the knowledge of God is instilled into us at an early age, It starts with Santa Clause and ends with Jesus. In a World built on lies and Mistrust, how are we to know what that book says is true? Even now we are finding proof, evidence that the church left out Many things in that book. To Suite its own personal needs and goals.
I was just your pawn
In this sadistic game
abused and used until everything is gone
No where to go, to scared to run
waiting for the crushing blow
waiting for it all to be done
'Hey little boy, Come this way
the world is going to rape your innocents away
No chance to run away
Close your eyes tomorrow is a new day'
The world is suffer
as I rape jesus at the last supper
I will show you how to use your brain
instruct you how to play this game
You showed me how to hate
a life you discriminate
You live in a world that's so mundane
yet you tell me I make it to profane
I will be the monster under your bed
As you will be wishing I was dead
Just like me, The suffering you shall see
praying to a god who is not there
while crying to someone who just does not care
I will be your revelation, to your realization
that your life is just one big cancer
no matter how hard you try and find an answer
I will be there to defile
another innocent smile
I can sometimes feel the needles pricking at my skull, as if tormenting me letting me know they are still there, these thoughts coursing through my brain 24 hours a day. At night is the worst when they just fester in my mind. Hours I spend staring off into space deep in thought, Thoughts about what I want to write, my Life, everything and anything that would cross my mind I would focus on it like a sniper his prey. There were times when I would lay there practically pulling at my hair focusing on the pain trying to numb the thoughts that were pouring in like a broken water main. Like a broken puzzle the pieces never seem to fit, I get two together and three more pieces are discovered. A never ending loops the cycle of life continues to flow, I often find writing to be the easiest way for me to convey what goes through my head to the waking life. speaking has never been as easy as writing has for me, my words often get caught on my tongue like a barbed wire. Never coming out the way I want it to, never the same as the words that just seconds before passed through my brain. With Writing I am able to slow down the words and thoughts long enough to expelled them onto the paper.
Ever since I started writing it has been a source of venting for my emotions and thoughts. I write what I feel, what I believe, what I witness in life. My writings is the very essence to who I am the key to my soul if it were. It's what makes me who I am. I often wonder if my writing will eventually destroy me.
The Pain brings in a familiar texture
sweet, smooth to puncture
making the all to real failure
taste even that much more bitter
its hard to escape, when you have nothing to create
and no hope for fate
There is no hell
for which you sell
No heaven, No Angel
no Golden halo
'bow down, repent
you lived a life you now resent
pray, plead for forgiveness
You will get to heaven if you insist'
Demon Sky, Let it fly
fear of night, fear of flight
the pain, its all the same
a life so cold
time growing so old
so much vanity
so little sanity
trapped in a twisted maze
walking in a constant haze
spinning in a clouded daze
the world is gone
'My head filled with your lies'
The world is gone
'my spirit killed by your desire'
the world is on fire
A life that is dead
This pain I dread
as I'm tortured in my head
your so far away
how much I wish to say
Kill me now
but I don't know how
I have a wild card Joker
you have the red hot poker
I'm already dead
you once said, 'drowned by my hate'
made me so irate
now set the time and debate
People will meet their fate
Karma will give, and she will take
Fantasy can give you insight, can take away the pain and misery but it can also entrap you in a false reality can cause the weak minded to mistake what is real to what is not real. and in a world full of cruelty its not hard to want to get lost in a world you created.
'In the World of Make believe, happy endings are not hard to conceive'
Without the world of Fantasy there would be no imagination, and without imagination there would be no innovation or inventions. Fantasy fuels a great big portion of our lives whether we acknowledge it or not. Without Fantasy there would be no beautiful works of art or the music you are inspired to listen to every day. Fantasies can have a negative affect as well, a darker side. Dark desires lurk behind every corner, a Man is defined by his actions not by his thoughts, how many times do I have to tell myself that before it feels right? Why do I feel so judged and condemned for my thoughts? I have done nothing wrong, no more wrong than my friends or the person living next to me. Why is it I feel so burdened with guilt for haunting images I cannot control to begin with? but most of all Why can I not be more apathetic towards my thoughts when they are after all just thoughts not actions or convictions.
These tormenting fantasies play out in my mind
where I keep them locked away and confined
I am not bad, as we all have our own demons
I'd never cross the line, never commit a villainous crime
The memories pour back in
The pain starts once again
when everything starts to begin
pain lurking around every corner
close your eye's and cry on my shoulder
drain my strength and become stronger
dare the thought to ride me lower
Push it deeper in the hole
bleeding and needing me
breathing and hurting me
close your eye's and you will see
how you are trapped and never be free
how I am to be
falling from my throne so high
how I believed your every lie
the memories pour back in
the pain starts again
when everything starts to begin
making me feel like my life is your sin
nothing will change
everything will age
'Judge me not, for my addictions shown no wrong
I'm not proud that I've suffered so long'
Embracing death with open arms
as a woman would her seductive charms
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