...tick, tick, ticking, aloud, whilst silently brutal,
in it's cadence, rhythmically severe, and futile.
Pounding out these infinitely deviating days,
seeping through this blurry persistent haze.
With rhythm matched to the human heart,
in it's seconds, the years all come apart.

Ravaging alike, flesh and fragile bone,
endless, ethereal, always ticking drone,
leads men to dust, metered without power,

...tick, tick, ticking out these minutes and hours.
A continuous knock at our existence's door,
til' it will cease to knock, forever more.

We all leave in a darkling, of seconds quick,
silently redundant, it marches on, tick, tick, tick...

You planted all the vices in my psyche's synapses,
maybe it was a plan, maybe it just happened, perhaps?
Made a chart of mental topography, a psychotic map
to traverse my mind as it snaps like a thunderclap.

Is it just the world's irreconcilable consciousness of fate
the deciphered encryption of our collection of hate.
'Tis said for all good, and true for bad also, we must wait
for our time in eternity to step thru insanity's gate.

You planted all the vices in my psyche's synapses,
maybe it was a plan, maybe it just happened, perhaps?
Made a chart of mental topography, a psychotic map
to traverse my mind as it snaps like a thunderclap.

Please don't tell me you know the rules,
when you don't play by them.
God knows not to listen to me,
I am but a foolish speck.
In a galaxy of specks.
In a universe of flecks.

Got plenty of room to live,
If only I could.
Even God don't see me.
He knows not to listen to me.

Please don't tell me the rules,
I won't play by them either.

I give you my life, it's all I have,
I'll walk with you, down life's path.
I'll give you the secrets of my mind,
and share with you all treasure I find.

I'll give you the works of my hands,
and all my thoughts, dreams, and plans.
I'll give you all I own, piece and part,
and let you be the keeper of my heart.

I promise never to cancel or revoke,
any of the things of which I spoke.
In times of sunshine, or times of haze,
I am yours until the end of my days.

“Sleep with Angels,” she softly said,
In this life so unevenly spread.
Do our souls ever truly find rest?
Probably only at heaven's behest.

Sleep with angel's softer ways,
an endearing sounding phrase.
Your shadow may really be your soul
following you from pole to pole.

The dreams you've seen are real!

Luscious ruby red lips, tell me white lies,
gorgeous supple ****, there I hide my alibi's.
My eyes can't see anyone else anymore,
my life isn't the way that it was before.

Her womb welcomes me, her sin invites me.
She violates me, and I, hurt her too, willingly.
Her warm tender fingers ****** what they will,
every touch is the chilling goosebump overkill.

Feet fall on golden cobblestones, never alone,
'cause I always know just where she is.
Luscious ruby red lips, tell me white lies,
gorgeous supple ****, where I hide my alibi's.