Spring sprung
alas
as we danced
nomadically
around the
revolving sun

The dreamer
lives an eternal
existence,
the ghost flowers
bloom amongst
the dire
long, night
painted noir

My withering lover,
our paradise seems
so distant with each
passing day.

Your paradise
shines dark blue
and entangles you
in the trappings
of your mind

My paradise shines
bright blue
and shines through
the stars in the sky
to reach the divine

Oh withering love,
our paradise
looks so different
with each passing day.

Birds of Paradise
Prey on me
I’ll follow you to the land above
Or the land below
Whichever direction
The tainted wind shall blow
My weary heart
compassless
& nowhere bound
My wandering toes
Won’t touch the ground

Birds of paradise,
prey on me
Take me far
to the land of the
free

I walked through
the evading rings of fire
with bones of steel
and eyes of tire
for it was nothing
new

There is a storm
before the calm
a dark night of
the soul before
the rebirth.

There is destruction
before growth
and a hatred
before eternal love
can blossom fully
amongst the withered
roses of pains past,
scorned by
the sharpest of thorns.

There is a new dawn
on the horizon,
can't you feel it?

My dreams
my nightmares
collide as one,
awakening me
amidst these dark times

The open, vast road
to freedom calls to me
as the raven rises
once more, singing his
bleak tunes

Escaping into the
delusions, dizzied by
the unknown
When the time
comes, I'll be ready
to answer the call