snuffs enough

Silent acres of faces unknown
No reasons are given for secrets and bones
The price of admission is resting alone
Its the last expression of fate chiseled in stone
I'm the reaper of souls left to wait here you see
a dirt nap is in order by all including you and me
explore the oak Savannah and ponder final destiny
Not to be taken lightly as you look for a good view
A Walk through the moonlight just the trees and finally you
Silent acres of oaks where your nerve comes unglued

Driven to go grow

The night is dark and my soul feels week
The fire in my life is ignited by a bleak striking spark
Driven by a oath to my own to keep my word if it breaks my bones
The endless hunt with dull sounds and subtle under tones
Sleepless nights and fabled dreams of peace
It's the road I have run with a charmed life on lease
Fight my way through weather rain or snow
No systems check out no systems are go
It's do or die so we will make it this I know
Deep rooted Silence Steadfast i grow

Black heart

When the black heart is known
For ugly accusations and truths unknown
A blade is tempered and sharpened on stone
Reading into accusing words as if it was forged by hate
Peering through agendas to find the hidden reasons of late
Cutting away the twisted truths from spewn words flatter
Irritated by banter spoken like the mad hatter 
A pleasant picture is never what its painted to seem
Spoken words spelled out boldly with silent schemes