Have we enjoyed the pain and madness
Just a little more than we should?
If only we could
We can't stumble into darkness any faster
Even if we wanted to
Why would we want to?
It's festered somewhere deep within
Until we found ourselves again outside
Between the cries
With Cheshire smiles and sainted skin
We walk where only ghosts have been
This time we should try

To mend our broken hearts
Before our love completely fades
We can heal the memories
Insisting to invade
Hatred brings no pleasure
Our love can conquer all
Tragedy and ecstasy
Depend on how we fall...

Have we enjoyed the pain and sadness
Just a little more than we should?
If only we could
Is there nothing we can do or say
To take this pain away?
I know we can work this through
'Cause I'm still humbled by the gladness
Of the cherished moments I have spent with you
The many and the few
Broken hearts can never mend
If pride is all that we'll defend
Let's try one last time

For we still hold each others hearts
Though they continue breaking
There are still more smiles to share
If we'll just stop forsaking
Life can still be beautiful
Despite our sorrow's cost
We can find ourselves again
Despite the love we've lost...

So, let's enjoy the love and gladness
Just a little more like we should
I know that we could...

Inklings of intuition
Come and go as sun and moon
Feel them cling like premonition
Sprouting forth and into bloom
Rising in their joyous triumph
Then, withering in dewy gloom
Fading just as they awaken
But, to be born again so soon
This process of elimination
Ever changing with each passing
Finding life and ruination
In each healing and each lashing
Sipping from the ancient vessels
Pouring forth their emptiness
Like rivers unto weary souls
Whose sins cry out to be confessed

Adrift in tides of raging stillness
Pouring from eyes of hell and heaven
Nothing less than unfulfilled
As lessons of these truths, unleavened
Pollinate the buds of reason
In every reincarnate flower
As every sin, in every season
Drowns and starves each passing hour
Bringing life, and taking same
As time stands still and tarries on
Sun to night, and moon to day
In shattered light and broken dawn
The hunger screaming from within
For sustenance, not hollow acts
Each wasted moment is a sin
For time, once lost, can't be gained back