Soul

No claims for deed the devil’s own
No appeals of mercy be ever heard
For signed you have and signed you’ll be
A soul for a deed signed within a deed
Till Devil come and claimed what he
Had deed to you a time before
When needed you his intervening law
 
What was it you deed your soul
To exchange for what wasn’t yours
To keep, to cherish or to ever own
Was it a dying infant dear
To you and yours that emboldened you
Or was it a fair maiden, a beloved lover
That you traded your soul for?
 
Now crashing sounds of dark angels wings
Come to reap what had been sowed
In willing furrows of demented minds
Now ready for the eternal fire  
What had been scythed  
Now bundled in sheaves
Never more unbundled be
 
Worth the weigh  
That tipped the scales
Your soul you sold
For one you loved
Now loved no more  
For they had betrayed
Your sacrifice had come to nought
 
 
 
 

 


A shadow is blown across the city streets      
Whipped about here and there like a lost scrap of paper carelessly discarded out of someone's car window      
Blown down a twisted sidewalk it slips through the cracks      
Down deep below the Earth into the underworld the shadow floats through a tunneling maze.      
       
It hears the rumble of the subways as they snake their way through the ever lasting labyrinth      
Sinking ever deeper it see's societies of people who abide here      
The shadow soul wonders after these people and listens intently to their life stories and what brought them here.      
       
One is a young girl about twenty who came from Georgia to take a bite out of the big apple and make it as a dancer      
She waits tables yet still can't afford the rent      
Others are schizophrenic and have fallen through societies cracks much like the shadow soul      
They shout out obscenties calling endlessly calling to an unhearing world.      
       
Some just can't make it in the world above due to drug problems or other such afflictions      
The soul feels for them and connects with them on a deep level yet she moves on.      
       
The shadow soul is endlessly lost in the tunneling maze      
Searching for an anchor to bring it back to the top and end its wandering.      
   
It has been cast on a seemingly unending quest to be a whole soul      
No longer a mere ghost full of festering emptiness      
Emptiness caused by holes shot through its soul.      
       
Each time it tries to tap into the world above it is scorched and burned      
To be whole sigh to be a whole person      
Tapping into the pain inside itself      
Endless corridors, paths, sidewalks traveled leading nowhere but a massive circle      
Frustrated the soul cries out      
Tears fail to come she can't cry anymore.
 
 
 
 
 

Pride

The room feels so busy with a busier kind of people
All by myself, I reach out beyond the free fall
There's a contemplation, should I make myself seen?
But if I do, I don't want to appear to be weak
Boldly I suck up the courage to speak, my words come from chattering teeth
Look at me succeeding, please
I'm worthy, I'll make you believe
The room falls silent and eerier still
All eyes are locked in gaze
Look at me I shout again, look and be amazed
The looks form judging, piercing stares
I'm here, I'm present, won't you care
They see me boast and hate the fact
I just need for you to share
The bond the room displays is something I feel so far removed from
My addled cries for love are just another way I do wrong
My sinful pride are nothing more than tries at being noticed
Cause inside I feel despise, for my lack of trophies


Envy

My hands are empty
Everything is tempting
What you got
That's more than me
I'm succumbing to envy
I want what I can't have
I know this feelings wrong
I've tried to take what someone has
To me; they don't belong
My life so unfulfilled by things I dream of having everything
I wonder what would life be like if I was reigning king
I'm reigning in a vision of if what you had was to be mine
I'll take you things by any means
Even resort to crime
This isn't because you have and I don't want you to have it
I'm starved of my accomplishments
The truth is I am famished
If I could carve a path out to achieve the goal you've managed
My life would be complete I do believe, the full package


Gluttony

Friday night
Parties left and right but I'm alone tonight
Everyone has friends and love but I survive
All by myself it seems I do not have a life
I make the sacrifice
Make a plate
I order food so I can celebrate
So I feel good, my mood can elevate
The pain alleviates
Stuff my face
This hunger, not for food, for now it can replace
What's missing, intimate
When life intimidates


Wrath

Don't question me or I'll section you
To a corner, of the room, so small that you can't move
I'll over power you
I'll crush your tiny bones, and in one gulp, devour you
Are you scared of me
If you are then fucking good you're meant to be
Cause this is a reflection of the inner me
I'll make you fear as much I do inwardly
So we are kindred spiritually
If scared of losing face or being wrong again
So I'll pretend I'm stronger than you've ever been
Overwhelm you till you can tell I'm gonna win
And know the fear of giving in I'm living with


Greed

I never had much
Often I hoard what I do have in case that's all my luck
My pot always half empty
If I come across another it's so tempting
Grab and run and hoard that shit
I may never afford this shit again so when I grab it you must know that I must have it
I know I can be a savage
It's just how I tend to manage
When the world is scarce of resource
And I always know I'll need more
Than the pile I have round me
Underneath it police had found me
Suffocating in my landfill
But continue with my plan still
To accumulate my objects
I'm surprised I ain't been robbed yet
If I get robbed I'd be done with
I don't do this shit for fun kid
I need all that I can gather
The sight of objects makes me lather
At the mouth I'm bout to pass out
At the sight of a neat car sale
There's a lot of cheap belongings
As for which I become longing
If I run out of junk I'm done for
I have my stash but I need one more
Gimme all you've got, right now
Gimme all you've got, right now
I've never had a lot, till now
So gimme all you got, right now


Lust

It's more than busting nuts or making love its more an urge
It's more a need to feel complete when you're so lonely in this earth
When love is few and far between get in between another pair
Cause when there loneliness around there's plenty legs up in the air
There's quite the gap in where the heart is not for any lack of try
This type of feeling is quite revealing it manifests in girl or guy
Give it a try and you will understand the reason as to why
When you need sentiment and passion you get so ravenous at night


Sloth

Why the fuck should I bother?
I'm useless anyway
Everything I raise my hand to do don't go my way
I might as well be doing nothing
At least then I can't fail
I'd rather know I didn't fuck up than to know I can't prevail
It's like an overwhelming weight that pulls me back into my bed
An emptiness and lack of passion makes me feel I'm better dead
At least then I would never know how bad I am at everything
I'd sooner never more again than make attempt at anything
They say just try, you'll be alright, I'm sure you're capable of this
What a crock of shit, I can't even keep it in the bowl when I go to piss
So why exist, why should I bother, why should I even raise a finger
The pain of nothing is more numbing that the sizes of failures stinger