Within the theme of a song 
It is the words which carry strong 
Like the muted backbeats of the heart

And without truth 
There can be no lies 
Which dwell behind the eyes 
Bound by the shade 
Of our regressions

And so I sit behind my bass 
Falling into my own place
Guided by all that I feel 
Driven by bone and steel

Make no mistake 
That the words I've said 
Have just begun life 
Not tired nor dead

Too many moments 
Have come and passed 
Where neither of hearts 
We allowed to surpass

I won't let a day 
Turn to night no longer 
Without speaking the words 
To a love that grows stronger

Today is now here 
Tomorrow, just a thought 
And I won't deprive 
What our hearts have sought

So let's say the words 
We both need to hear 
The ones that we feel 
As our hearts draw near

Then I woke 
To the Amber sun
And I knew this day
A new life had begun

Too many things
I felt before
Did not exist
In my heart no more

Gone were the shadows 
That cast the pain
Filled were the voids
That once sustained

Negativity
Will fade to black
For the light of love
Does drive it back

A blossomed heart,
An ace of will,
No moments pass
Where love lies still

A thousand miles 
Set us apart
But it's no task
For two of hearts

And we know good things
Will manifest soon
When we give each other
In the month of June

There's no one here...
Take your breath
From my cheek
And leave me to lie
Upon the edges of broken dreams

To lose myself
In the barrels of eternity
The walls, they thicken...
Cold and narrow bring peace

Bound to this ****** piston
Its life an opaque reality
No more! No more!
I will not numb my soul
To a sterile existence

Awake...
The shades of my slumber will break

Words grow stale 
Like the laughs of a stranger
Your tongue, a feast for flies

A vigil stare 
Resists the danger 
perduring in disguise

Every night 
The moonlight harbors 
Your armor beyond repair

But like the thorns 
Within the arbor 
They partake in the beauty there

Goodbye to you 
My spurious friend
Our path was never bound

For our ways 
Have come to end
My journey more profound

Thought is the birth of creativity 
And the death to originality

To let oneself respond 
In the trenches of pleasure and pain 
Is the only way to know true expression

I must remind myself 
To not recoil my emotions
For the justification of others 
Lies cold in the recess of my freedom

I am me from all that I choose to be

On this lonely winter night
he walks the street
by dim of light

Puddles ring
around his feet
Hands in pockets
trap the heat

A bottle rests
inside his coat
A demon's bay
for *** and note

He wrote his words
between the day
Perhaps the last 
he will ever say

Much like Jekyll
more like Hyde
Addiction killed 
the man inside

Once a heart
pained to try
Poisoned still
No one cries