“I cannot be bound to the confines of your rules. I am the exception to them.”
― Truth Devour, Wantin
“Exceptions are not proof of the old rule; they can also be a harbinger of a new one.”
We were together for years it seems
but those days are just part of a dream
Heaven sent but hell bound
for my blood scent a female hound
Things left a confusing scene
broken scars all part of the sheen
Your memory still at midnight prevails
for all that is wrong, it still leaves trails
No more tears, their long gone
buried in the shadows of woman’s song
When the afternoon’s sun turns to nights wrath, I’m left with nothing. But God.
There is way that seems right to man, in my broken mind it’s a fallacy. But God.
Lust consumes and passions lead on into the gray of a twilight future. But God.
In vain chasing the white clouds that bring relief from this insanity. But God.
But even the high stacks of fortune’s thievery leave me alone. But God.
No way out of this green mile of hell’s gauntlet, cheered on by devils. But God.
In the desperate flames, drums of throbbing nights beat my soul. But God.
will destroy contradiction
will make a way of escape
will break sadness with a smile