Even if
I'm too real to fake
To feel, to break,
To steal, to take
Too Rigid to endure
Too clean, too pure
Too heartless, too fragile
Too hopeless, yet agile.

Even though
I'm too without flaw,
Without recklessness or law
A standard oath I read
Of blood red and
Passions I do bleed.

Oddly enough
I'm at wits' end
Purpose purged
And soul to mend
Tend to the strong,
How long how long
Until confusion
Within is gone.

Odd as it may be
My heart confined
My mind set free
Even with the maker
I shall cease to exist
A contemplator
Shall rise above mist.

Despair in the sanitarium!
All lies escape the insane are awake
Beyond the locked doors the echoes bounce across the checkerboard floors
Sigh-lence, day dreaming, stay screaming
Slay on words, motion madness
In jest, cyanide suicide happy faces.

Hisses of those bearing bloodshot eyes, venomous guise
Bystanders walk by, cross the line
I stand firm above it, ne'er beyond the bonding
I'm bound to the ground crystal, looks back at me in the mirror.

"With sunshine gone,
My solemn smile fades away,
And all are left are clouds of gray,
Remnants of the death of dawn.

The light of day,
As quickly it came it now has left,
Our cries of joy we are bereft,
Path of our lives we've gone astray.

The tears, of our dusk
Wash away, what is just
Trust in God, trust in Satan
What is given, what is taken

The losses, we fare
The crosses, we bear
The stars, shining bright
Of my Mother, the Night.

The chilling breeze,
The warmth of Gaea goes from me,
Now a lonely, soulless effigy,
Nothing to put my mind to ease

The halcyon obscure,
Frosted and yew-scented nightmare
Frightened and scared beyond compare,
That my ailment will never see a cure.

The cries, of our dark
Wash away, what is stark
Trust in Heaven, trust in Hell
What has risen, what has fell

The losses, we grieve
The souls, we receive
The moon, glow with glee
To my Mother, set me free."

Every day, is pondered
Still staring in the mirror, things have not looked so clearer
Gone away, I've wandered
My Fortunes told fables of folly, claims of karmic melancholy
Summer's gone, infinity
Pacing, racing to the skies, heaven's on fire, blind my eyes

Anytime, this picture perfect dream
Seems to glisten, seams to gleam
The frost upon our souls untouched
It doesn't seem to matter much
Interrupted rapture, angels frozen in midair
Holding folding coldly bold, untold without a care
Silent sins, I keep to myself
I can't do this anymore

Tell me, magic, who is more insane?
The innocent child, confused who's never seen a day of pain?
Or the darkest sorcerer of treachery, humanity's one true bane?
I shed my cloak a masquerade of all to fall and follow
We bleed, we are forsaken, we spill our hearts, ripe for the taken.
Rhythm, gone into the wind!
Unseen, pulsating sounds of bitter noises
Deep into the clutching claws of time, grabbing, leaving it behind!
Terrors of night, vivid imagery, fears and desires combined.
Our heads rest upon the island, our bodies, lifeless in the waves
To sleep and dream in the slip-stream, drowning in our own lunacy
We realize reality is false, our slumber denotes our only lives.