When I look in the mirror, what stares back seems fake
A puppet crafted from my fears and past mistakes
A puppet who's strings are being pulled by the hands of temptation
Love, lust, the flesh's fascination
Like wood, the world chops me down
As weightless as a feather, I fall to the ground
I am then cut with a scalpel, my pieces are discarded
Leaving nothing that used to be, A fortress unguarded
I wash up upon a beach, like so many empty shells
To picked up, and collected by my demons from hell
Nothing but God's great mercy could save my soul
From slowly descending into the pitch Black hole
The black hole that snuffs out the light of which we bleed
The light that longs to shine forth, To be set free

I enjoy being around you, but despise you at the same time

Because telling you how i feel, would be an unforgivable crime

Yet the pain of never knowing, cuts
deeper than a knife

How could I go on living through a lie disguised as life

If the feeling was ever mutual, you'd never let it show

For the fear of unrequited love seems too scary a fact to know

Like pure acid, my feelings for you burn me inside

Like a baby bird, these winds of pain,  alone i ride

Your eyes take me to a place only mentioned in books

Lush gardens, cool breezes, and babbling brooks

Like the fruit of the tree of good and evil, I am forbidden to partake,

The devil licks my ear, my resolve slowlys starts to crumble and break

I should let the fires of desire rise, and swallow me whole

Reduce me to ash, cast me into the wind, to be carried far away

Let us run away, to the castle on the hill
Where pleasure and bliss, our hearts to fill
Just you and me, alone under the night sky
Love and lust, take wing and fly
No moment shall be sweeter, how much longer until,
We can meet again, in the castle on the hill...

Stranger things are happening, here in Spencer Bay,
For when the sun falls, and the moon claims way,
The towns folks kneel to pray
A Prayer for good health, a prayer for safety, a prayer for eternal light
For not a soul has seen the evil, that goes bump in the darkness of night
Lock the doors, close the blinds, tuck the children in
To keep the ghouls and goblins from slithering their way in
Stranger things are happening, here in Spencer Bay,
So if you see the rusted sign, be sure to turn the other way
For if you enter, nothing but misfortune is in store,
For no visitor who came to stay has ever left before
So take this warning, heed it well, my dear, and naive friend
For if you venture further, you'll be sure to meet a gruesome end.

There is a mountain, that stands tall against the stormy sky

Shrouded in mystery, invisible to the human eye

Where the voice of thunder rings bold, and clear,

Making all who hear it, tremble in fear

This is olympus, where the gods reign supreme,

Granting guidance and fortune to all who believe