I am drifting black
With a rotten promise of suppressed sorrows
That each breath
Each heartbeat
Every footstep
Delivers me closer to a beast

The foul scent of eucalyptus hangs in the air
Welcoming me to this filthy place
Wind howling as I open the door
A sickening reminder...

As images echo, a monster lies in wait
Hiding under a cloak of normal
But, at the edge of that disguise there is a tiny thread
I tugged it

In the stale air, the disguise deteriorated
Demolishing the monsters power over the innocent
I saw the scars of lives destroyed littered across the face of a predator

And I told...

Tonight I'll bring you flowers
so vibrant they'll lighten up the darkness
that fills your room
tonight you'll change
and become an ambassador of light.

It's okay to cry
a river of tears
change is hard
when you've lived so long
amongst the clutter of books
and dust.

You see
the world is different now
the modern era
has grabbed the limelight
pushed out the oldness
and the oddness
now we live in clarity
a technological wonderland.

Bear with me
and keep your heart from gripping its valves
we're on a journey of self-discovery
never will we lose
when we have this power in our veins.

I want to strum your heart strings
Before it swells and explodes
Blood and chaos
Over the artistic walls.

Bring me a pill
To eradicate the mental pulse in me
Shove me around and knock out
The sound of a thousand demons
Laughing in my mind.

Stretch out for the harmony
Delete the terror
From the cellar in your head
Cough up your dreams on your hands
And place them in a bundle of love.

Create a scene
Where you can be queen
And I can be king
Ruling this land
That's blacker than the dark.

From my hand to yours
Here's the note of lyrics
That can be sung out loud
With pride bulging out.

Crystal King, Prince of the dead lands.
Dead mind workers and slave hands.
Built on corrupted bones and dark magic confusion tomes.
Life thirsty wings glide on the damp air’s breeze.
Lower down, on the ground, paranoid characters stumble with unease.

Dark Pictures hang my minds walls.
As I stumble down endless corridor halls.
Searching for the source of the chaos at hand
Deathly doom, I can feel it all across the Crystal King’s land.
One crystal ball at the center of it all.

With the swirling air and fogged glass bare.
Within one sees the dreams that one believes.
Controlling it all from a mountain top.
Powerful and forgetful, the lord never sees.
The infinite love in a single speck of dew on a leaf filled tree.

the chaos king has orderd his
                                                             ­                                                          steps
                                                           ­   with
                   sporadic
                                                        ­                          rights
                                ­                         and
innumerable
                                                 ­                                                    lefts

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

Crown the king wanderer
Keeper of the souls
Spare me not the mercy
Of a heart decades old
Trapped in this world
Out of time and out of place
Across the line of reality
Between this rock in the space
I will journey back home slow with no haste
The sights and the sounds will be here
Forever to keep my place.
Her voice will guide the walkers through the pale white shades
Pull back the curtain just to say.
Where are the legends that hide in plain sight ?
Reveal the way home through the blinding crystal light.

Alone, standing among the ***** grave fields,
a crystal cylinder, Tower of the Tortured,
aspiring towards the void.

Marred bars circulate the Tower's depth.
The walls of torture outlined and gave
deathly void substance.

Diamond souls refracted empty light.
The hollowed trees crawl their roots,
interlacing life and death.

Hovering, creeping downward, they
swayed suspended. Among the hung
and through the trails poised one.

Emanating empty vibration with no substance to grasp..

Crumpled story sheets rested upon a shore,
lost in oscillation. Stumbling entities
unknown to light, covered marsh black,
and layered in blight.

Rest their starred eyes once in infinite time
upon an alien language. Retrieved and returned
to the pillar of slime.

Fading ash whispers off into the night.
No one lived in that tower but the
Crystal King of Death himself, Soldier of Fallen Light.