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Written by: John Castro

you could say im cold and that i have a heart of stone 
if you looked into my eyes even you would feel alone 

in this chambered heart of mine lies a love thats never known 
in this deceitful world of souls i refuse to let my love be shown 

i harbor hatred for protection and fear as a shield 
my feet are shod with sorrow and anger is what i wield 

i refuse to play the fool..ignorance is for the masses 
i am no ones fool in this world full of vastness 

i live not in a house of bliss but reside in a house of pain 
my world is not full of sunshine ...just constant pour of rain 

i am no longer a product a commodity of someones gain 
i have manifested thoughts to break oppressions chains 

i embrace the darkness that gives meaning to the light 
and i embrace the terror that instills fear in the night 

i am one who sees the beauty when you turn your head in disgust 
i am one who sees perfection when all you see is rust 

you love to smell the roses and see beauty in a flower 
but refuse to acknowledge stench in beauties final hour 

a wilted rose a dying world a place of manifested thoughts 
decietful hearts in a spiders web deception is what your taught