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 On the blood of your starving needs Live the sword and die by the tranquil stare 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.