Once I had a love;
So fine and fair.
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair

She was wild as the night
And soft as the rain.
I took her from her home
With me to remain.

I lay my life at her feet,
Put my heart in her hands.
That sweet little girl
Of the wild north-lands.

I planned us a life
To live ‘til we were old.
But her eyes only grew heavy
And her heart it grew cold.

She said “I was born of the wind
And the rolling green hills.
My soul lives in the trees,
My heart is there still.”

“I cannot live with you
My life is not here.
I don’t love like you do,
I don’t love you, my dear.”

So I took her back to the hills
To the wild north-lands.
My heart lies there still
In her pretty white hands.

Once I had a love
So fine and fair
Sunshine in her veins
And moonlight in her hair.

Hello Demon Lover,
Take me for a ride.
Set my spirit free,
Pull me to the dark side.


Let me unleash the animal,
Become your prey.
Darling take me to the wild side,
Take me all the way.

There is a certain beauty that arises from suffering or rather from failing to be defeated by suffering; an air of regal-ness in a head held high against the coming storm.  Eyes heavy and tired from hard work and sleepless anxious nights and features worn and scarred from years of pain and struggles. Yet in those eyes burns a fire that refuses to be extinguished and there is a smile defiant and brilliant as if to say “you cannot break me”. This is true beauty, unfading and pure.  The painted, plastic faces our world has come to admire are nothing compared to this, for they are merely an illusion a reflection of cheap vanity and will fade in time.  True beauty does not dim with age but grows brighter and stronger.  This is the beauty this world should admire most, for it is honest and endless.

Surrounded by strangers
Seeking empty pleasure’s
I feel the pressure to be clever

It seems that everyone nowadays
Is just another caricature
Painted with overwrought clichés
Originality is lost, yet no one cares

What are we to do when all we know is to break and to be broken?
When *** is our religion
Because it’s the only time that we don’t feel alone

Panicked thoughts catch like fish hooks into every inch of my skin;
Tearing, pulling, ripping at my flesh.
Eyes closed, heartbeat quickens,
I sink into sweet exquisite agony.
Rip my body to pieces,
destroy this wretched anatomy which torments me.
Which drives me to the brink of sanity.
Come to me I beg of you delicious senselessness,
Release me from the prison my body has become.
Separate me from this flesh which slave to mortal passions and desires,
Has banished me from the purity of thought and understanding.
Release me from the burden of identity
So that I may float listless in unending and expanding consciousness.
For I want nothing more than to be rid of my “self” and become lost in my imagination.