Opportunity rears as the night casts the shadows to chafe the day Aniticipating the ease to plot his ways

Willing to instigate injustice and drink the grapes

And illustrate the character found born to fate

Drive the knife in deep to try to penetrate

As I convulse rendered numb from my state

Hands are tied my mind is fried

Shatter my comfort resulting control denied

Your intention's no secret in my absence

And the nightmares concur with the flashbacks

The scene is set for confusion the conflict oppresses

Deceptions a fruit of your wrong guesses

Begging to plant your seed

Begging to manifest death

Begging to plant your seed

Begging to violate

Rest with your eyes half open

And cringe at the thought of the face who blindsides to thwart your case With no escape from the justice prevailing

The winds of death now die without failing

To beg and plead to find a way to feed themselves

Of old habits resurrected and bare

Your lies lack evidence

You think twice about precedence

Reality's gagged by the forces that force the gate

And I'm reminded that I'm the one to hate

As I sort through my infinite mishaps I see how small I remain

The illusion has faded And what's left is a searing pain

Disappointment throbs with each breath that divides my path from the things

I've sown And I'm left broken As I search for home

Pierce straight past the addage the cliches of fools

That fool themselves by the games that pass the days

Home is not a residence to hang your costume

Or check your face for the spoon

But home is your mind set But home is your heartrest.