Ah, the smell of wilting roses
And the falling of the brown dead leaves
And the drying of the oceans as the world,
Once full of vigor and life, dies –
It fills me with the utmost joy!
For when the sun turns to embers
And all the animals fall into cracks
Formed by the dry grounds shrink
You and I will lay together, all of us together,
At the shores of the evaporating seas and
All elated, we will smile.
Ready to finish this game and end the mess,
We will go to the next world
By the sea, beneath the yellow and sagging moon.

Pen to paper;
Ink, and leaves, and blue, and pink,
  sinking and seeping through fiber
  as I attempt to repent and release what my mind holds captive.

I used to trip on acid  
  and wonder why my fingerprints curved in such a pattern,
  and for days after,
  I'd wanna jump from skyscrapers just to get the answer faster.

I'm flattered as hell to have you waking up with me,
  but I'd rather know exactly how it's gonna be in an hour,
  so I read horoscopes religiously, and hope they give me a hint
  as to where the **** I should be going with my life.

We've all got a factory price.
The lowest marked dollar sign of attention, or respect, or ***
  that we'll accept just to make us feel as if
  we are worth the energy it takes for us
  to walk around on this rotting earth.

Therefore, we all reherse a bunch of charming one liners,
  with hopes that we'll aquire someone
  who will finally save us from our past.

Lets take it all
subtract the some
to get perfect figures
dancing on the jewelry boxes
can't stop until the spinning stops

Can't stop the movement of the graceful dancer
towards the life of knives and drugs
by the slipper or the forcing mother
who fulfills her nightmares in her child

trust the slipper
with all your might
they take you
slowly strip your innocence
filling it with knives and drugs
to make the slipper fit

Put on all the makeup
a mask to hide their fear
their guilt
their knives and drugs
cover it all up

"what a real dancer"
they all say
"gorgeous"

I've had many dreams
Of the person I wanted to be,
But they say, "Stick to your heart,
And don't change a thing."

It's hard to live up to something
When you know it has to change.
I cry at the thought of losing myself
In life's precious game.

If I win or lose it doesn't matter.
They say, "It's how you play the game."
The rules are made up as you go along,
And each day is never the same.

What happens when the game has ended
And your body's laid to rest?
All you do is pick up the pieces
And start the game again.

Moonlit shadows dance upon the water's edge
Searching for a place to call home.
They've lost their way
Slowly moving here and there,
Living in a state of unrest.

Born each night, only to be devoured
by the morning sun.
They accept this fate
For they are shadows of the night.

Moving helplessly across the water
Never reaching where they need to be.
They cannot escape the moon's might grasp.
So here they remain,

                      Shadows of the Night.

The flower greets the new day with
   petals opening to the summer breeze.
Innocent is the flower whose
   petals are envied by all others.

The flower stands alone with
   petals welcoming bird and insect.
It is the mother and father whose
   petals fly away with the children to play.

The warm summer breeze lifting these
   petals higher and farther than ever before.
They are helpless and must rely
   on the warm breeze to carry them.

Soon, the petals begin to lose color,
   They begin to fade and fall
Towards the earth again
   Where birth and death unite.