When even the darkest of hearts blaze afire
What more upon this Earth can we desire?
From the depths of our souls we aspire,
For there isn’t a single level higher
Than the notes sung from an angel’s lyre
A gift from the pallid wings of a sainted dove
A gift from out our lips and from our hearts,
That we all call “love”

So, I suppose that you are gone now, such a shame
And upon this plane of stone, I can scarcely trace your name

Surrounding you amongst the placid sea
A decrepit grave, for a love that used to be

The soft brown earth clings beneath my feet
A whistling wind around to lull me to sleep

And amongst the vague, serene blur of sound
Broken, is our last piece of common ground

Hollow-minded without a thought,
A numb mind assesses the world.
Amongst a static hiss of sound
Against feet untouched by ground
Demoted to the empty void of blue

An empty mind impotent of thoughts
A happy mind blissfully ignorant
An unconscious mind rendered numb
A dumb mind assesses the world

It seethes and it cries
This animal contained inside

Gnawing so rabidly at raw, scathing wounds
Howling so desparatley to the unattainable full moon
Snarling, screaming-- dying, dreaming
The beast snarles from out its cage
Clawing away its tears of rage

Hidden fragments of a feeble human mind
Buried in the morals left so far behind
Condemned to fury, a degenerate of its race
Manifested into the form of a calm human face

The Sun Maiden sets early today
An auburn beauty reluctant to show her face
The day is young, so scarsley noon,
Why, darling, must you fade so soon?

She finds her comfort in twilight's veil
Staring sadly upon her fraying kingdom
The withering rose, the waning moon
Why must beauties fall so soon?

So softly she fades
Into the premature night
Her burning eye and scarlet lip
Will dull to a lifeless grey

She will rise from her dust
And become the moon
My beautiful maiden, Why must you fade so soon?

And all before you I stood uncertain
Descended between us, an iron curtain
With lips sewn silent, thoughts rendered null
With doused animosities in smoldering ashes

I forced you a smile, transparent deceit
You returned the favor with akin reluctance
Where were you, when these thoughts were ripe?
Our fruit has decayed and shed new seeds

I repress my childish curiosity,
And donned the indifference of maturity
But who are you? I know your name and face
Who are you, the stranger staring you down?
With eyes beneath a guarded glaze
In oblivion to every memory,
We stare at eachother in silence

How humanity suppresses its own nature
As people do what they feel they must,
Overlook their senses
As they resist the sharp pains of suffering,
As they forge a vile mimicry of happiness
to the next destination
Oh, how they forget
Or neglect to acknowledge
That at one point in time,
They wanted to drown the world
In a sea of their own tears

When the day will finally arrive
Into no ears she'll utter goodbye
Amounts of worth amount to waste
A useless soul disposed in haste

Mother Earth will pause not while
A final sigh leaves from her lost child
Devoid of hesitation, ponder or grief,
A mass of waste returns to its lodgings beneath

And when she stumbles to the gloom below
Faces that mirror hers will be all she'll know
A monotony of waste, pulsing in a vile brew
Beneath our feet and below our egoes,
One day we'll be there too

Perhaps I should be sleeping
Midnight has long since passed
But perhaps I can stay a while
And think these thoughts of you

I still recall so vividly
Your broad smile and bright eyes
When I admitted that I loved you
Taking my hands, so small and pale
Within your large, dark ones

I still feel the coolness by the pond
When we stayed out till midnight
Staring at the water, hand in hand
Soul in soul
Pretending that we didn’t have parents
Who would scold us for missing curfew
Pretending that the serenity surrounding us
Would be eternal

I still remember your troubled glance
And puppy-dog eyes
When you said that this was goodbye
The softness of your skin, in our last embrace
Still itches at my skin

And it never seems to go away.

I still have your letters in my drawer,
The birthday cards your little sisters drew
The delightfully tacky hat on my coat tree
The condoms that we ended up never using
The shirt you lent me
When I wore a tank top in 40 degree weather
As we laughed at my foolishness
That you never took back
That I still inhale to remember your scent

Perhaps it is silly
That I still don’t think you should be gone
But I’d be harassing you to say it
And when I see you passing by
I smile and ask how you are doing

Got tired of pretending that this worn pillow
could ever be the soft hollow of your shoulder
Stumbled over to the mirror to see how much life has faded
and the face staring back agrees with everything you said

A muted tongue drained from every word said to you
"I love you, why won't you look at me?"
Supressed into silence, and belittled into guilt,
"The little gifts in life are not for all to enjoy."

Awoken so rudely from the bliss of a dream,
Some reverie it was, some reverie it was…
But from the vague traces I recall, perhaps it was a better place to be
Somewhere distant from here, deep into the abyssal sea
Nestled amongst the sand, away from the infertile land
Where no other faces reside than our own,
No other loves reside than our own…
But the sea, like our love, has dried into evaporation
Only an obscuring mist can reside
And you, and you alone, are my will to stay alive

We thought we’d declared it dead
The words we bury in the soil of time
Eroded by broken silences
In the most unexpected of times

The words that stung my tongue seem to flow numbly
Desensitized and dehumanized,
We wrap ourselves within a world of plastic
Where the external disturbances are kept at bay
Where no one may tap on the window and see within the soul

If we seethe in the residue of our animosity
We’re as good as snarling animals quarreling for the final prize
Before we draw the line between harm and benefit
We must draw the line between man and beast

The sweetest scent her skin emits
Every serenity the plastic reflects
A trace of sunshine in the mist
And repressed desires of intimate flesh

Still trying to see you with these eyes too blind
Without a will to conduct such a simple mind
Clawed away to pieces when I didn’t want to see
The distorted reflection, of what became of me

With no arms to keep the seams together
And no warmth to suppress these childish fears
I will wander this barren earth alone
In all of fragility, and away from the tears

After the echo of our last goodbye has long since faded
And I’ve stripped this house naked of your every reminder
But in this old room, perhaps it is the exception
All throughout, your letters still litter my floor
Words written when I was still beautiful to you

His gaze veiled in a layer of clouds, he looks down upon us with such contempt
A perfect being, driven by such flawed emotions
A jovial comic, or an angry father
A split-personality sadist with a hell of a sense of humor

We gathered any words that he might have said
And transcribed them into our own human jumble
Every syllable uttered, down to a trace of a sigh
Molded to yield to our instincts
Dominance and glory, all in the name of “love”

His favorite son walks on water, did you know?
But the naughty children have a special place to go
If they dare disobey their strict father

It’s in every breath within us, shining in every ray of light
The human will to be, spawned from hands not our own?
It pillages towns, and takes innocent lives
Of those who chose against
The word of the “wise”

It sews our eyes shut from the ugly world of enlightenment
And guides the sheep away from the forbidden trail
The heathens reside on the other side of the river
And only the sinners dare to build a boat

The softness of your skin still itches at my fingertips
And your scent never seems to leave these sheets
How silly of me—to think you’d keep your promise
How silly of me—to think you’d ever return

Your thoughts are of another now, I’m not dumb
I still can’t help but wonder, what you’d look like right now
In this silent house that needs your voice
In this empty bed that needs your warmth

I know the tears I cry won’t be enough
And the words I write you'll never see
Lips sewn shut with screams that will never surface
A smile painted on and good humor forged
I know you can see behind my mask
Even though you convince yourself that I’m happy

The taste of fear burns my tongue
Flesh to flesh, I am for you
Ravished to ruin, abused by masochism
You stare at me with a face glazed in sweat

Tell me what you're thinking: I'm a ***** little *****
See the words pass through a mind rendered hollow
Spread my legs and let the insects crawl in further

I've been used before, so why do you want me?
I've been claimed and pillaged by prior barbarians
Show me the devil behind your mask of virtue!
I've seen it all before

(You can kiss me all you want
but the memory will never erase
Pushed flat on my stomach by pure testosterone
A hell of a way to lose your innocence)