~              I woke early one morning
                  Turned to her and said
                      Irene i love you so
            But i just have to let you know
          The things you do are killing me
           Even though it seems real slow
                You say that you love me
               And you'll never let me go
If thats true why are you as cold as winter snow
           A queen of ice on a throne of bone
         The winter palace you call your home
               Unfortunately i hate the cold
          And cannot live on thorn and bone
                      so it occurs to me
            That you seem like a winter rose
               Beauty for the looking glass
                    But not for me to hold

~                     A life goes out the window
                         Sans the shoot of course
                          Flying last few seconds
                           Last moments of glee
                 I saw my mom and my father too
                    My family that days have past
                                 There is me
                                sitting quietly
                      In the lull beside the brook
                Those where all the happiest days
                             Me my dog and i
                      Needed no one to get by
                      The smells where sweet
                           And colors bright
                              All the things
                            ill take with me
             Into that gentle sweet goodnight
                         The moments done
                           The time has run
          And now here comes my setting sun

~                   The moon is high
                       As children cry
              Away within their slumber
                    On mares of night
                  That bares the blight
                     Of goblins gleam
                   And wicked things
                  That creep through
                    Your cellar door
                    A creak on stairs
                  The wind out there
         Sounds like a thousand hands
                    Of darker things
             The ones you don't let in
      Are watching through the window
     With crimson grin and glowing skin
      They'll scratch upon your window
                 But Their out there
                    As your in here
                  So close your eyes
                    And bundle tight
                     For you my son
                     I say goodnight

~                               Emily gets this
                                 Emily gets that
                     Emily gets whatever she wants
                           While i get **** in a hat

~                           I am what you will be
                       After birth and death you see
                      Back to clouds and everything
                       Back to all the ones that leave
                     Comforting to have the thought
             Whether long or short ill go back to start

~                                    A doom lies to the east
                                       See the infernal lights
                                       Ride with the sun rise
                               The monsters are multiplying
                               Monsters in the hearts of men
                       As kindness dies and grace is forgotten
              There are other worlds only choice that separates
           A thin veil that keeps the horror between the worlds
                               Every dream and night terror
                         merely glimpses through the mirror
                      To grimace in seeing it grin back at you
                             Knowing that they are coming
                                            And with them
                                      The dying of the light

~                           **** shot shoot first
                              Preemptive strike
                           Ends before beginning
                              for he who hits first
                                    Laughs last