**** she was as the thing had begun.
Even Lucifer cringed at her name.
Red's the color and feeling's the same.
**** me oh dear god she just kills fun.

But I think that word was just too kind.
Under that skin only spiders crawl
Though I'm sure she really doesn't mind.

  I don't even know, nor do I care.  

Love is honest her truthful life brings
Out a side of me that god shall praise
 Violent vigor oh angels sing
Even this too;  your calm waves don't fade

  You're only a sweetheart darling sweet
Only you can remove all this rain.
Under this mask I feel only pain

Oh dear butterfly's molten twilight husk.
You sit in the lobby with I til we
Reach the end of time, daylight becomes dusk.
This is something even the fool would see.

Oh sweet moonfilled vision of naught...perhaps.
I know nothing more of the guise you wear.
Not even time shall succumb to this lapse
Of what allows pleasure, my soul is bare

Oh how can we allow this potential?
It breaks us apart, and that's essential.

Up on the hillside the lone tot recants
The vow made in lust to the one who's free.
For love is not real when all's blood and plants.
A reality this boy can now see.

He looks to the left to the horizon,
a confederacy of dunces say
or so his tools claim, a false liaison.
Nothing is true without the light of day.

So the toy soldier was one with the wind.
This heart that he holds his spirit rescinds.

So here it was that the dust filled visage
of a lover's long life long forgotten.
Yet oddly, it gives my soul a massage,
and the time returns to when I was ten.

This horrendous, dust entrenched funeral
screams to me, as all I see has been bleached.
Father, why must our lives be so carnal?
Father, why is this love so out of reach?

The sun shall succumb to it's slow descent.
Just as you did, this glass filled world shall die.
Sometimes, when I can't fathom what it  meant;
Despite myself I cannot help but cry.

Oh sweet heaven found above this locked door.
I hold your memory forever more.

Preach to the *****
as he looks at you.
Sing to him no shame.

Look down upon Pip,
not towards poor Joe.
Treat him just the same.

Satire made for her
assisted him too.
For they shared a name.

But bitter boys dip
in water their toes
shouting for sweet fame.

Solemnly holler
unto Hell's hot hues.
Lucifer, he came.

He wept powered woes
until the sky rips.
Hellfire's ashen stew,
to this I defer.