Artificial, Repeat

Rusted gears, among the silver pieces.
A stark contrast, a cruel contrast.
Forgotten, lay lies and old hatreds.
Behind the cage, sealed away in shadows.
Start to break their bonds.
The new prospers, the old declines.
Hearts become weak and cruel.
Minds forget past teachings.
And let the world slowly fall apart, that may soon shatter.
Artificial souls, clash and intertwine.
With natural born souls, or with each other.
A repeating fate, repeats a dark history.
The trigger lies in the shadows, behind the cage.
As it finally breaks, hell comes.
Once clean hands, are stained red.
Pieces of silver, are scattered like glass.
False words, only leave one broken.
Lies, drag many into shadows.
Hate, destroys everything.
Red, black, silver, bronze, white and grey.
Are scattered like the broken mirror.
Scattered like you, broken like me.
Natural born, your covered in red.
Artificial soul, I’m silver and bronze.
I’m blue, purple, grey.
Shattering.
The metal solders are falling.
The white flag is red.
A skyscraper is rubble.
Their all dead.
Repeating, repeating.
The false words, the lies, the hate.
Is turning all red and bronze.
To a dull grey.
Rusted gears, among the silver pieces.
A stark contrast, a cruel contrast.
Natural born, your gone.
Artificial soul, there is only one left.
Me, I’m alone, waiting.
For green.
Me covered in bronze and purple.
In dull grey.
Alone.
Until the clock is turned back.
Lights fade and shine.
Metal turn silver and bronze.
You’ll fade, I’ll rust.
I’ll turn it white.
I’ll turn it green.
I’ll break everything.
I’ll break myself.
Rusted gears, are time.
That I’ll turn back.
So shall we repeat,
Or start from scratch.
Natural born,
And me, Artificial soul.
Won’t it be quite chaotic, me/you;

Fire Red

Fire red, burns all to ash.
The red of blood, an omen of sorrow and hate.
A sunset of red, enchants all who gaze upon it.
The red of joy, reminds those of days long past.
Beautiful red, a flower that may have thorns.
Red, a flame.
Destruction or renewal.
Warmth or cruel reality.
Filled with hate and sorrow, it burns.
All in its path, and turns it into ash.
Filled with love and joy, it heals.
Renews the old or a gift of the heart.
Burning red, a curse, a blessing.
A sad repeating history, a stain of cruel hands.
A heart filled with love, a light in the darkness.
Fire red, an eternal flame.
Of sorrow and hate.
Of joy and love.
Burning red of fire, may burn all.
Yet the ash, renews all.
A light that burns, in the cold dark sky.
Fire red, burns all.
An eternal flame, that forever shines.
All to ash, it will return.
Fire red, burn all;

Upon the Path;

Upon the path, your memory soon fades.
Hearts that forget love become cold, even unfeeling.
May only lead to a sad end.
I follow the fading path, trying to reach you.
This heart filled with love, may forever stay broken.
And one day may, forget kindness and love.
Behind that mask, lies the real you.
Behind the lies, the truth awaits.
A hand stained in red, a hand stained in nothing.
Which is good?
My path, is not yet there.
Your existence, has it already ended?
A new light, cradled in the warm water.
Waits for the day it may shine.
Shadow and light, are merely like day and night.
But yet show the hidden heart and reveal the lost.
In the twilight sky filled with awakening stars.
I forever wander, leaving my footprints behind.
A heart that is filled with love may find a path, an end filled with happiness.
Or may forever wander alone.
Your kind words may hurt, that lie.
Your harsh words may love, a truth.
What is seen, may hide the real.
A chance meeting, may lead somewhere neither thought of.
Or end in sadness.
Upon the path, your memory soon fades.
Like the melting snow.
Upon the path, a memory begins.
Taking root like a seed.
Breaking the gears of a history, that should not repeat.
Blowing away the fog, that blinds hearts and eyes.
Like the pale blue dot, a star in the sky.
We exist, unaware of what could change and what should.
An existence that may forever wander.
An existence has ended, a new one begins.
Like a heart still filled with love ready to break,
This world, a path may end them to soon,
That may break their hearts and leave them cold,
A path that may lead to tomorrow,
Or take them on an unintended journey, that may lead to happiness.
Upon the path;