Hey guys. Wanted to start a new thread because I have a lot of material falling out of my head and i need a place to organize it. I'd love feedback and even additions if you can think of any..

**DISCLAIMER** I'm a pretty dark writer lyrically, because I find most of my positive stuff to be less entertaining. More mystery in metaphor with darker material.. At least for me.

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No name for the first one yet. I'll call it "Army of Hedon" for now.


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God willing
There's a heros welcome waiting for me
But I fear
That the sound is pointless revelry

The death rattle's gonna shake your bones
As the crimes climb my history
I sacrifice for those throwing the stones
And my 21 gun salute is aimed back at me

Keep your vows,
The sinners get all of mine
Break the ground
Exhume it, shock the heart line

I went around the world for you
Ended up back where I began
I washed ashore, forgot the truth
Holding a bottle in my hand

When your embattled son comes home
Will he be the last to see the spoils?
Or will he hang for the righteous few
As the bitter nation boils?

Keep your vows,
Don't hand me what is broken already
Nothing left to be found
And the hearts of riot still beat steady

I thought about using this for a song. But ehh. I have no talent for music writing. Thus it became just a lost work in my assortment of lost crap. I called it "Beautiful Night"

A tragedy of misery and broken words, spoken upon my dying love for her wingless soul. Another day will go by, another tear will dry on a lonely cheek. Another footprint will be erased from a lifetimes seclusion. Back into the sorrow from whence thou came. And in this life, a cursed tear of spite. Behold, I love thou, beautiful night.

My heart, bleeding unto this table of steel, so cold and alone. I smile not for delight, but to a sickening brighter sight. Thou that hath cursed me for life. She that I did hold and wipe away the tears for. Fear not for my sorrow, but for pandemonium and anger.

During my final prayer for your eternal rest, I would will you to sleep. A lonely sleep. To die alone as I once did. To cry alone as I always have. To hate me as much as I hate myself.

Looks like I'll be putting this song to work pretty soon. I'm using it for a rehearsal in a couple months and need it to hash out a 5 song demo. Here's some extra stuff I'm working on adding.

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I'll be lucky to make it out of this dead
Hindered by my own delusion
Don't let it get to your head

Get back back back
Not sure I trust this yet
My trail's still too fresh
I'll do something you regret

The stranded are far to spoiled
Though fame is quite infectious
Keeping faith in their own religion
Having not known what losing costs