Over and over the same foes on a piece of ground where nothing grows
Fertiliser the blood of a child a seed won't grow even if it tried
Your cause is lost in hate and fear humanity does not live here

Oh Misanthropy she whispers in her lovers ear as she sits bolt upright nails in his chest, thighs tight as she rides the human not the race
Eyes glazed she's somewhere else, as she pummels his torso into the bed.
When she's done she lets out a cry!
Oh why oh why oh why oh why.

We had invites, we never went always a reason to regret.
Now I have tickets for me and one other I never go I'm just not fused.
I've made love with all my soul to find its lust and blown apart. It's not a case of won't commit, it's more a case of no more ****.
It isn't that it's second best I want the one that's not the rest. The one who stopped me in my tracks the one who was the thunders flash. I guess I let it drift away and carpe diem didn't make.
So I guess I have myself to blame and may never find her like again. But if not I'll die alone but free from hearing the dreary moan from the one who tried to sell my soul.

Im happy in mediocrity
The face that no one sees
The smile that passes by
Forgotten in the blink of an eye

I walk the night,  can't stand the light
I walk the night, can't stand the light
When morning comes... you find me gone.

As soon as I've passed their gaze
They don't see me their not phased
I walk between night and day
They just look the other way



I walk the night,  can't stand the light
I walk the night, can't stand the light
When morning comes... you find me gone.

When you sleep at night
Turn out the light its me there
The matress dips the shiver hits
You know someones watching you

I walk the night,  can't stand the light
I walk the night, can't stand the light
When morning comes... you find me gone.

There is a wilderness
A desert devoid of all thought
Empty of reason
Abandoned by all but despair
Wanted by no man
Shunned
And yet close counsel to many
Not here to be controlled
Placed upon earth for more

As those of old tried to change lead into gold, she melded emotions in the raw.
Fear manipulated and formed from love,
light became dark and feelings lost.
Taken and twisted, bent and misformed
as she played with the very depths of his soul. Then like a witch her work was done the gold in him was all but dulled. She left him soft she left him cold. Only lead where once was gold

He watches her. First contact like adrenaline to the mind, a muse in some ways. Her smile so wide and eyes so bright like a beacons. Her arms outstretched swept back "This is me!!!!" "Me ******* it all of me!! My soul bared before you! Can't you see I'm drowning" Time has passed since that day and the cry from the soul masked by that smile. He wonders: Did they notice? Care?  Or miss her plea. That was then. I was not there to respond to the cry, the hazed clouds in the photo, etheric, symbolic, real, yet imaginary. This is now, not the snapshot in time passed but the aftermath of it. I see her!!!!!!, her words cry out to me hauntingly yet painting a live landscape each day. Daily I step in and out of it its realm each time glimpsing a little more detail. Each time a little more revealled, or not for she never lets her feelings be known. They are tucked away safely healing from past marauders. She is hidden beneath layers of armour, some visible to the observer and some spiritual like magnetic fields surrounding mother earth. Protective letting light in but keeping the harmful forces away. Others drift in and out of her world, each picture shows a different emotion. Friendship, compassion, respect, yet tempered, restrained. So all the observer sees is a projection. For she has many faces and much armour beneath her cocked hat one eye exposed. The question is. What will she write today? Where will she take me? Or will she simply go on her own journey.....