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Ciel Noir Jun 2021
If I had all the money in the world
I wonder if the gold would lose its shine
And like King Midas I would lose my touch
Much like a hungry ghost unsatisfied

This is our nature
Always wanting more

More money, time, achievement, power, love
And the man with the whole world in his hands
May find there is no such thing as enough
Ciel Noir Jun 2021
Now
Who are we now?

Still as we once were
Older and wiser
Are we the same?

Who are we now?

Are we together
Was it forever
Or just a game?

Who are we now?

Born of the ashes
Sing in the darkness
Dance in the flames

Who are we now?

Echoes of laughter
Hope you remember
More than my name
Ciel Noir Jun 2021
I have all these scary feelings
I wish I could understand
I wish I could control
but without them
I would have
no soul


Ciel Noir Jun 2021
all this joy
and all this pain
all the things we think and see
all this hope and
all this love

vibrations and energy

all this madness and confusion
written by some inner hand
we have woven this illusion
all that we can understand

what if we could see beyond
what our perception is concealing?

Earth is moving
time is a dimension
color is a feeling

what if we could move beyond
all the things we think and see?
what would happen to our souls
if we could know
reality?
Ciel Noir May 2021
habits formed across my mind
step by step by step

always looking for the path
looking for the way

back and forth and back and forth
even as I slept

my path is the one I make
day by day by day
Ciel Noir May 2021
I let you get
so close to me
⏵so close⏴   and yet     ⏴so far⏵

apart

I brought you here
to guard the door
so no one else
could touch my


⏴    heart    ⏵


Ciel Noir May 2021
The truth is hate is not the death of love
Instead it burns love's heart from pink to red
And love becomes a savage primal thing
        Unholy                                             ­     
           Animal                            
                       Alive                  
                             Undead
             The gentle warmth of love becomes a fire        
That turns it to a monster in the light
And burns the tender feathers from its wings
Which cast their demon shadow
On the night
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