The Fixer

Broken shards strewn across the floor
A crimson stain on the jagged wall.
Another scar on this trembling hand,
Darkness come save us all!

A putrid craving uncontained within
Slowly sapping the colour away.
Hold on to the withering arm of,
Mr. Fixer, come lead the way.

A callow slave soon fettered
For all of life and death as well.
Evil lurking in every breath,
Shards of a broken soul you sell.

Soon the insatiable demon returns,
Another scar, a crimson stain.
Hold on to the withering arm of,
Mr. Fixer, to fix you again.

Can You Add Colour To These Lies….

Silent rain, a smiling face
Beady eyes, the dreams inside
Safe beneath this ignorance,
Your lies, my sacred bliss.

When life is in shades of grey,
Can you add colour to these lies.
When truth is making believe,
Can you add colour to these lies.

Fallen leaves, an old memory
A shaft of light, the voice inside
Safe beneath my own shadow,
Here lies, my sacred bliss.

When fate is a song unwritten,
Can you add colour to these lies.
When love is the scream unheard,
Can you add colour to these lies.