Sunrise Betrayal Pt. 2 (The Other Being's Perspective)

..."Do you recognize me?"
If only I could catch a glimpse
Of your grand design.
Your grand desire.
I'd see the truth and be repelled.

Through your facade,
I smell the putrid deceit.
But yet, it happens.
I know it happens.
I've seen it all.
Even all that is hidden.
And I sit in silence...
...Because that is what keeps it turning.

Sunrise Betrayal Pt. 1 (Woman's Perspective)

Oh, what an inspiring man to envy.
A man that consists of only two parts: murder and vanity.
He's such a nurturing man of conceit and pride.
Conceit and pride are the only things he nurtures.
Not me.
Probably not anyone.
I don't want to believe it...
...But I know it.

He is hollow inside, I'm dreaming.
The other being curses the world.
Yes, curses the world.
Because that is what keeps it turning.

His face is dripping with the hurt of many.
All of the ones he's promised, and then given them hell.
Yes, he gave them hell.
Because that is what keeps it turning.

We are all sinners. It is something we can't get away from.
Sometimes I think about my sins of the past.

The other being did awake me from my sleep.
He opened my eyes.
"Do you recognize me?"
The other being had fragile, futile eyes.
Eyes that told a story.
A story that I do not wish to tell,
Because it hurts, it burdens on my heavy heart.

This inspiring man, I spoke to him,
Even though the other being...
..."I have no place in the world without you."
Because that is what keeps it turning.

four-leaf Clover

I, too, was young once.
A young boy always feels, but sometimes will not act.

It was a day in sunny bright September, many years ago,
When I first laid eyes on Milady.
Her hair, gracefully flowing in the wind.
Her eyes, piercing like the tip of a sword.
Those eyes pierced me right through.

I, too, was young once.
Some think that a young boy's thoughts are foolish.
But sometimes they are proven wrong.

Time had passed, many years ago
But she still lingered.
A young boy's courage is often weak,
And it was those eyes...
Those sky-blue eyes.
Those eyes pierced me right through.

I, too, was young once.
But that was many years ago.
A man's courage is often stronger now.
It is then, when I felt, and could also act.

I remember finding a four-leaf Clover that day,
And claimed it as my good luck charm.
I walked up to Milady.
Those eyes pierced me right through.

But it was those eyes that yielded my courage,
And kept me going all the way through.
And to this day,
I still have you, my darling Clover, you.

Vermin

I reckon y'all need to know who I am.
It was me who ran these parts.
Sheriff of 2 years.
It ran in my blood, they say.
I didn't think so back then, until that day.
The go'damn guy haunted me.
Grandfather was a lawman, I suppose
I got it from him.
Haunted two go'damn years...

Back then, those guys they never holster'd.
I guess I didn't feel the need to either.
Them folks up here find that hard to believe,
But them southe'ners don't think too unlikely.

I always liked to hear 'bout them folks,
But the go'damn guy haunted me.
Maybe not the younger, but now.

If only the go'damn guy knew 'bout me.
I ain't never missed a chance;
Knew ev'ryone's phone number off by heart,
Knew they'd all stay away.
I can't help but compare me to the go'damn bastard.
Can't help but wonder what he'd do if I ever found 'em.
I ain't never holster'd,
I reckon knuckles would do.

There was this boy once I sent away back town,
And Lord knows I'd not hesitate twice.
But this was different, I reckon.

Fucking guy, I'd get him.
The papers'd call it a crime of passion.
I'd call it necessary;
Go'damn guy nearly killed her;
There'd be no passion about it.

I'd been plannin' on gettin' him for 'slong as I could remember.
I'd not even turn m'self in, because I know go'damn right he'd do it again unless I was there.

Met him in a dream once,
Told him he was going to hell.
He said he knew.
I didn't quite know what to make of that.

I knew from the beginning:
To do my job, you'd have to be willin' to die.
I'd die if the go'damn fucker was comin' too.
At least that way she'd be safe.
If he didn't, I'd get myself into somethin' I don't understand.

If I ever holster'd 'em, I'd lose my soul to an already soul-less man.
Even if it'd take everythin' outta me, I'd get him.

So I took nothin' with me 'cept my fists and my words.
And began my walk south.

Coin Toss

'What's the most you've ever lost on a coin toss?'
We sit in wait, and let life pass by.

I sat under a tree one time, and it talked to me.
The branches grabbed me by the neck,
It squeezed, and squeezed.
It would not let go until I answered.

The sun was beating down.
The wind was so strong, it blew the thoughts out of my head.
I just sat there.
I sat and waited for death.
I sat and waited.

I still have those scars;
Those scars that were left by the tree and it's branches.

It repeated;
'What's the most you've ever lost in a coin toss?'

I did not answer.
My life flashed before my eyes.

And then I woke up.
I lay there, with a coin in my hand.

I flipped it.
'Heads.'

I knew I would stand to win everything.
I uncovered the quarter, and heads it was.

But I did not put this coin back in my pocket.
Or it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin.

Which it is.

Claustraphobia

The weather was perfect that day.

I remember it like a hole in the wall.

Transparent designs lingered in the clouds,

Whispering a dull-grey.

It was at that point

I began itching my skin until it bled,

Waiting for you to give me the means to an end,

Telling me about the man that I should have been.

This is where the angels sin.

And just when I thought

This was all I had to lose,

The black skies parted.

It rained a shade of red that day.

I remember it like a hole in the wall.

Translucent tears shed in the trench,

Screaming a dull-grey.

It was today I was scared;

Was I to be stuck inside these walls?

Existence is just a claustrophobic confinement.

Red

Hang my nerves out to dry
In the fraction of a moment,
While I'm tattered, torn, and awake.
Your waves hit the shore, then flood.
Look me in the face
And taste my blood.

Bewilderment is just a voice in your head
From the time of innoncence to the time of night.
As dusk falls and you come out to prey,
Know that tragedy is all I am today.
The blasphemy I am is aimed only at the sun.

The eve of our twilight
Creeps with a murderous thirst.
Pain in blood is paid only in blood.